On July 3rd, Kevin Lucia posted a blog about what writers should be prepared to give up when pursuing their craft. I’ll start by saying that, while I agree with almost all of Kevin's thoughts, I’d like to build upon his final point: that it is important not to go too far when hacking things out of your life to make room for writing, and would add additional caveats to the ones Kevin outlined.
I’ve seen many writers maintain the illusion that writing is a purely solitary profession, one in which the artist sits secluded in a lushly cushioned chamber (or, depending on his temperament, a pleasantly impoverished one) and reflects upon the distant world outside. There is, of course, some truth in this. Many activities in writing—reading, editing, planning, revising—are best conducted in isolation, as is the sincere reflection that legitimate art requires. Nevertheless, reflection doesn’t do much good if there is nothing on which to reflect. With that in mind, the message of today’s blog is simple: if you want to be a good writer, don’t forget to do something other than write.
Counterintuitive, you say? Simplistic? Perhaps true on both counts…but the reminder is also sometimes necessary. As Kevin mentions, many writers are naturally shy, sticking to what is comfortable, familiar, and consequently they sometimes struggle to generate material. Such writers slouch paralyzed before their keyboards, claiming writer’s block; in worse cases, they substitute tired plots and situations for fresh, sincere experience; in the worst cases, they write maudlin stories about writers with nothing to write about and stick them in the mail.
I would argue, however, that the root of such difficulties is often a lifestyle problem rather than a writing problem. While you shouldn’t get up prematurely (good writing often approaches cautiously, requiring patience), sometimes the best thing you can do for writing is, for the moment, to stop writing and experience something else. Ideally, this should be something that jostles your routine, even taking out of your comfort zone entirely. Such experiences can put your own material into higher relief, sharpening it, and can even give you new material entirely.
This is especially true, by the way, for writers who churn out solipsistic prose, which sometimes results in work without the breadth and comprehensiveness of actual life. One of the worst mistakes writers can make, after all, is assuming that everyone sees things the same way they do, or (even worse) assuming that the only rationale or comprehensible perspective is their own. Both of these illusions are easier to nurture when you only occupy one sliver of the world, and therefore many writers—and, for that matter, many Christians—find it difficult to tolerate conflicting worldviews, ignoring or invalidating their existence rather than seeking them out and grappling with them. Such myopia, I think, can limit growth both as an artist and a person.
For that matter, you never know what encountering new things can teach you about your own craft. For example, one of my fresh hobbies is barbershop music, and a few months ago my chorus brought in a consultant named Steve Jameson who believed that musicality results from a calculated process of sustaining and releasing tension. I don’t mean tension in the voice; I mean tension created around and within an engaged listener. Let me put it like this: a song—through this theory—is compelling because something initially unsettled within the music is soothed (or, in contrast, something tranquil is disrupted). It can be a chord that takes its precious time resolving, a crescendo that drags the listener through the wake of its momentum, a tone sustained beyond its expected breaking point, or a narrative lyric portraying some uneased conflict—anything that causes a shift in the song. These disparities—like a thermodynamic imbalance between hot and cold—create energy that propels the music forward, resulting in a listener’s invited agony as they expect something to happen in the piece and then have those expectations skillfully denied or satisfied. These musical principles of tension and release, of course, are analogous to the notion in fiction of conflict and catharsis, the idea that we read a story because there is something compelling that we wish or expect to happen next. The best writing (like the best music) engages its reader by generating tension—in the drama of a scene, the unexpected collision of metaphor, the balancing act between phrase and line break—and then releasing that tension at key moments to optimize emotional depth. It’s a new—and useful—way of thinking about an old problem, and one I never would have encountered if I’d stayed all cooped up in an office.
And of course, there are all of the magnificent experiences, stories, and people you encounter while out of your shell. I’ve been singing with a barbershop chorus for about two years now, and the variety of people and perspectives I’ve encountered have already begun to infiltrate my fiction.
I think it’s only fair to mention, here at the end, that this is a personal axe for me to grind. I started graduate school at twenty-two (probably too young, in retrospect) and one of my greatest challenges dealt with discovering what to write, as opposed to how to write. Some of my classmate’s assessments, in the first few years, were that I wrote some lovely but unseasoned stories, ones which failed not because of lack of skill, but lack of perspective. I bristled at these comments—they were true—but once I expanded who I was and what I did, I feel that my writing improved. Such activities work best, incidentally, if you make them a deliberate part of your creative process, rather than a distraction from that process. With appropriate scheduling and moderation, outside activities can enhance your writing, rather than restrict it.
Alan Ackmann, Relief's Fiction Editor, received his MFA in fiction from the University of Arkansas and teaches at DePaul University.His work has appeared or is forthcoming in McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern, Clackamas Literary Review, Louisiana Literature, Ontario Review, and elsewhere. He is a former fiction editor of The Evansville Review and was a Tennessee Williams Scholar at the 2007 Sewanee Writer’s Conference.Find out more at www.alanackmann.com.
Madison and I Discuss the Emotional Stability of the Incredible Hulk
My three year old daughter Madison and I were coloring in Daddy’s Incredible Hulk coloring book this morning, (note, that’s Daddy’s Incredible Hulk coloring book, with 250 pages of Hulky goodness), when she made this rather astute observation about a picture of the Hulk carrying a huge boulder:
Madison: “Wow! He must be really strong to carry that big rock!”
Me: “He is, sweetie. The Hulk is very strong.”
Madison:frowns. “He always looks so mad. Why is the Hulk always mad, Daddy?”
Me: “Maybe it’s because his pants are always ripped up, sweetie. That would make me mad.” Madison: “Oh, yeah. Maybe, if we got all our thread and needles and fixed his pants, he wouldn’t be mad anymore!”
Me: “Indeed, sweetie. Indeed.” Note: To get just the right color for the Hulk’s skin, (from the comic books, that is), using the "Granny Smith Apple" choice in Crayola’s 64-crayon box is best choice, not straight green. Straight green or forest green is best for the Hulk’s hair.
When asked, the Hulk said this:
Hulk: “Hulk wants to be left alone, so Hulk can color in peace. Hulk likes coloring. Hulk likes peace. Hulk no like ripped pants. Ripped pants make Hulk angry, but sweet little girl who wants to fix Hulk’s pants makes Hulk happy.”
Thanks, Hulk, and thank you, Madison, for wanting to help out a gamma-irradiated behemoth who just wants to be left alone to color in pants that fit.
Kevin Lucia is currently seeking an MA in Creative Writing from Binghamton University, is a born-again Christian who teaches 9-10th grade English and acts as a freelance columnist for The Press & Sun Bulletin. If you can’t get enough of Kevin here at Relief, you can find him at kevinlucia.net, as well as on MySpace and ShoutLife.
Don Beireis continues his series on biblical characters, discussing what we can learn from Saul.
Have you ever found yourself in trying circumstances that left you wondering if God really understood? That, even though every scripture ever written points to Him ‘being there’ for you, somehow there still remains a disconnect?
During these past few months, even when God has faithfully sent me a verse here and there that fits my challenge of the day, there are still times when I’ve asked myself, can He truly understand what I feel?
More specifically, does He really understand how uncertain I feel not knowing what the future holds for my family? Let me add here that I have NO DOUBT that He cares for me and that He has a ‘plan to prosper us and give us a future.’ I can look up Jeremiah 29:11 as easily as the next Bible reader. In fact, I know there are myriad of scriptures that serve as quick reminders of that, just a few of which follow:
I will never leave you nor forsake you Hebrews 13:5
He sees each sparrow fall; even the hairs of our head are numbered Matt 10:29-30
I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him Psalms 91:15
And Lo, I am with you always, even until the end of the world Matt 28:20
Cast your burdens on him for he cares for you 1 Peter 5:7
He knows the way that I take, and when I am tried, I shall come forth as gold Job 23:10
And my God will supply all your needs Philipp 4:19
My grace is sufficient for you 2 Cor. 12:9
For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son John 3:16
Come to me and I will give you rest Matt 11:28
With God all things are possible Luke 18:27
For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you Jerem 29:11
These verses provide wonderful assurances that He cares, that He’ll provide, and that He has a plan for us. Further, His love was so incredible that He gave His life for each of us, we who would live 2000 years after Him, in a country not yet conceived by man, on soil upon which He’d never walk. But does a Savior who now basks in all of the comforts and joys of heaven, really connect with my feelings, my stresses, my worries?
Then I remember Saul.
On that long road to Damascus, traveled an extreme fundamentalist, a.k.a. Paul, whose hatred and rage for those who followed Jesus was rivaled only by the severity of punishment he dealt those early Christians. Seething with threats and murder against the followers of Jesus, he sought and was granted authority to arrest any that he met.
Before he reached Damascus, he was blinded by an intense light and fell to the ground. Then a voice spoke, “Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me?” Saul asked, “Who are you, Master?” The voice replied, “I am Jesus, whom you persecute.”
For me, Christ’s first words leap off the page here, “Why are you persecuting ME?” He didn’t ask “why are you persecuting my children?” He didn’t ask why Saul blazed such a path of persecution and destruction.
Rather, Christ was saying He PERSONALLY felt the grief of every orphan Saul’s cruelty created, the loss of every family he drove from their home, the fear in which every Christian lived their life and their trepidation as they met in secret to worship the One who died for them. Jesus himself felt every unspeakable, heartless act that Saul had committed or authorized.
By those powerful words, “Why are you persecuting ME,” His message to all of us is clear: I do understand your struggles and I take them personally.
Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is in heaven surrounded by all glory, honor, power, love, peace and the undying adoration of all celestial beings. Incredibly, while He did ascend into Heaven, He did not rise above our joys and sorrows. The scars in His hands and feet remind each of us that He does share in our feelings, in each step we take.
Don Beireis, who is currently in transition from twelve years in the banking industry, is a musician, a writer, and a “recovering legalist” who has spent most of his life in church. An avid reader, his desire to write stems from what he sees as “a growing need to translate theological knowledge into inspiring life application.” You may contact him via email at dbeireis [at] gmail[ dot] com.