Showing posts with label curiosity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label curiosity. Show all posts

Friday, November 01, 2024

You end up writing when...

You end up writing when the need to write is

stronger than the fear of rejection,


when curiosity and your desire to discover

something new about yourself and the world--


and what you think and feel about it all--

is stronger than your fear of failure.


You end up writing when your voice, 

telling you that you must write, 


is stronger than all the voices in your head 

telling you to stop.


You end up writing when you cannot

not write, when it feels as essential to 


staying alive as breathing, and when writing each 

word, your hand shaping each letter on the page, 


is as vital and life-affirming as 

taking a breath.


Sunday, October 16, 2022

It's like improv

You don't  have a plan. 

Each morning you take a pen 

and open your journal 

to see what will happen. 

It's this not knowing 

and your curiosity 

that brings you back 

to the page each day 

to see if you'll make 

a new discovery, 

a new way of understanding

yourself and the world, 

a new way of seeing life. 

It's like improv, 

the art of making something 

out of nothing, 

completely spontaneous, 

unscripted, 

just an empty page 

and a desire to find out 

what you're thinking 

and feeling 

in this moment.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Pulled by an invisible undertow

How can I keep writing,

keep exploring the world

with my pen?


How can I keep the process going

with joy, with excitement, with

hope for the discoveries to come,

even when the unknown--

the not knowing what comes next--

feels overwhelming?


What keeps drawing me back 

to the page every morning,

even when my head feels empty,

my brain blank? 


Why do I sit at my desk

even when thought--when thinking--

feels like a twisted rubber-band

that's been tied into knots?


Why don't I stop, 

put down my pen,

and close my journal

when I feel the tension building

in my shoulders and neck?


But, no, even then 

I still come to the page,

pen in hand,

pulled by some

invisible undertow,

and write.


I write just to see,

perhaps,

what words 

will come today.


I write just to see

what wisdom,

if any,

I will find

inside myself

to inspire my pen

to keep writing.


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Follow Your Bliss


Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls. —Joseph Campbell
And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss. – J.K. Rowling
It happened again this past week.

I was sitting at my desk, fully absorbed in a new trail of information about a subject that I’d discovered unexpectedly, when my phone rang.

The sound broke the spell, and I looked at the Caller ID screen and saw the name and number of a friend who I’d arranged to meet for coffee that afternoon.  Uh oh.

I glanced back at the computer screen, wishing that I could stay glued to it for the next few hours, but knew that I couldn’t continue working.
  
Luckily, my friend was a forgiving sort and still willing to meet, and I left my work so we could get together at a nearby coffeehouse to share our thoughts on writing.

As I backed my car out of the driveway, I realized how lucky I was to have a project that absorbed my attention so deeply that I could forget everything else on my calendar.

The same thing had happened a week earlier.

I had scheduled a Facetime conversation with a friend, only to remember our date when my phone rang at noon to start the conversation.

Those moments before the phone rang, when I was so absorbed in my work, were blissful.

It felt like the universe had opened a door, as Joseph Campbell suggests, and all the walls, which once felt so confining, had disappeared.

How did I find the subject that led to such feelings?

It was an accident, nothing that I could have planned—a question about our family’s history—and it was my curiosity about the question that had led to this blissful state.

That’s a helpful clue to remember if you want to follow your bliss.

Whenever you find yourself struggling to write or trying to figure out what you might write next, consider what inspires your curiosity.

Perhaps it’s a question about your family that you’ve never asked or never felt received an adequate answer. Or it might be a question about the way something works, or behaves, or who that person might be down the aisle in the grocery store.

The other clue, I suspect, is your interest in certain subjects—your love for these subjects. In addition to your curiosity, your interest or passion about a subject may lead to a blissful state.

When you can lose yourself in your subject and forget your doubts about writing and about the marketplace and the response of editors and agents and readers, when you reach that place where it’s just you and your imagination and you are absorbed in whatever you are discovering, that is the place where you’ll find your bliss.

Last week I found my bliss when I lost myself in research and discovered new facts about a subject that I’d never known before.

It was the kind of intense absorption that let me forget to check my calendar that morning to see what I might have scheduled because I was too involved in following the trail of my story.

I felt as if time and space had disappeared--as if the walls had dissolved--and all that mattered was the screen in front of me and the words on the screen and what I was discovering that I hadn’t known before.

These moments of absorption are gifts that our writing practice bestows upon us.

They are moments of pure bliss that we may wait days or weeks or months to enjoy. When they arrive, it’s hard to let them go.

They remind us that writing is our heart’s way of exploring the universe, our pathway into the world … and into ourselves.

It’s ironic that the path appears only when we least expect it, isn't it?

To find the path, we have only to stop pushing, pleading, prying, persuading, demanding, expecting, and let ourselves fall or slip or slide into whatever draws our interest and inspires our passion and curiosity.