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Today is brought to you by lemongrass tea and Bela Bartok.

This year's NaNo novel will be completed tomorrow. I've done a lot of writing this week. *ahem*

As [livejournal.com profile] chris_reynaga has noted, one of the biggest lessons we were taught at Clarion West was the importance of simply sitting down in one's seat and writing regularly.  Just do it, as Nike was so fond of saying.  

It became evident that so much of writing was about consistent, steady practice.  Mary Rosenblum encouraged me to make up a story on a regular basis, maybe even every morning, from an article in the newspaper or a magazine.  It wasn't necessary to write it down, but it was ideal to figure out the main characters and the external and internal plot.  (She focused on the external plot with me as that was where I was lacking.) I was amazed at how skilled she was at simply sitting down with an idea and forming a whole story around it.  She said it was because she'd done it over and over and over again, year after year. 

This is a lesson I try to teach Avadore.  People don't just run marathons, people don't just sit down one day and read Moby Dick at four-years-old. Though talent is lovely, in the end so much of what we do is about practice.  Perseverance. 

Writing is a skill: it's learned, it's developed, it's honed, it's maintained.  And it's one of those skills that people continue to learn, develop, hone, and maintain.  Everyday.

This is why I encourage people to do NaNoWriMo.  It gets one in the daily writing groove for one month to the point that it can, ideally, become habit.
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I think about writing a lot -- while singing with the kids as we drive to the grocery store, while I shower, while I cook. 

I live about a quarter mile from the country and a half mile from the city.  The Idaho version of a city, that is.  Today the kids and I drove in the opposite direction as everyone else and went to the country.  Avadore took pictures of some absolutely gorgeous horses. We talked about the changing season, how the leaves have all fallen and everything looks dead, but how there's a beauty in the color of the trees and bushes and sagebrush, how there's a beauty in the muted light.  We talked about how the farm animals were snuggled together for warmth, why the quality of the sunlight had changed, how the days were getting shorter and shorter.  We talked about how people have lots of celebrations during this time and how it helps people make it through the dark, winter months.  We came home and read National Geographic.  The kids and I love National Geographic.  We're total NG whores at my house.  We reread the China issue from May, and talked about China and how beautiful it is there, and how different, and why that's so. 

And all this time the back of my head was musing over lessons learned this summer in Seattle.

This is what it's like to be a girl -- we can maintain several hamsters in our heads at once.


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Date: 2008-11-29 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albionidaho.livejournal.com
You are right -- there are those that push out the same thing after the same thing... Reflection is essential. Thinking and pondering over what one is doing is essential. In so many ways, in so many areas of life.

I've always thought that one of the beauties of writing, for me, was that one could never stop learning, could always be better. Some might find this discouraging, but I find it challenging and exhilarating. It will never be boring =).

I think a lot of this advice is really key for people who want to write or are not regularly writing and are waiting for brilliance to hit them. One has to stick their ass in their chair and write. There's no other way to be a writer.

Moby Dick is great. It was also a good way to study for the GRE -- I read it and looked up the words I didn't know. That was how I studied for the verbal portion.
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Date: 2008-11-29 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albionidaho.livejournal.com
Oh, Eric. I so look forward to it! :)

Date: 2008-11-29 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mznetta.livejournal.com
well, i can say that lesson is dead-on correct. i'm better at non-fiction because that's what i write the most. i suck at fiction because i hardly write it anymore, and i miss it most desperately. problem is, i'm in survival mode and fiction won't pay the bills. the lack of talent may have a bit to do with this, as well.

NaNo is a great exercise, and if circumstance permits, i'd like to give it a try next year. the first and only time i tried it, i crapped out at 20k. still, that's quite an accomplishment for someone who had rarely written anything over 1000 words.

your day with Avadore sounds like heaven. you are a very special mom, which means you are raising a very special boy.

the world needs more special boys.

:)

Date: 2008-11-29 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albionidaho.livejournal.com
You are in survival mode and you're doing what you have to do to take care of yourself. The fiction will be there. AND the non-fiction writing will help and inform your fiction writing. I really believe the years I spent writing for academia did truly help me become a better fiction writer.

And you are talented. You need spankings ;).

20k is a huge accomplishment!

The kids and I tend to have lots of rocking days like this. I need to blog more of them so I can remember them. My JS journal has been so helpful for that -- recording the times when they were young and some of the wild things we used to do, like go polar bear sightseeing out the living room window. =) I hope the memories of the days we have like this are more powerful than the ways they'll be disappointed. And thank you -- I try to be a good mom.

We need lots more special boys. Lots more. *sigh*

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