Showing posts with label ebb and flow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ebb and flow. Show all posts

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Riptides and Tidepools

If you think about writing as a flow—a flow of words, a flow of thoughts and images, a flow of consecutive days that you can sit down and write—you begin to notice differences in the rate of flow, the speed that writing takes place on some days, the slowness on others.


There are moments when it can feel like the flow of your writing is as strong as a riptide, and you find yourself caught by the current, unable to escape, forced to go where the flow is taking you.


These riptide moments are exciting, like unexpected gifts taking you to places you might never have found if you hadn’t let yourself go with the current, let the words take you where you needed to go. 


There’s no time for gazing at the waves curling into shore or watching clouds floating overhead, no time for searching for shells on the beach or for digging sandcastles. 


There’s only the riptide current and the constant effort of trying to keep your head above water as the words rush over your head and past you, and your pen is trying to keep up with the flow, trying to catch the words and thoughts and images as they speed by.


But then there are moments when everything seems to come to a halt, when the words seem to stall and get stuck somewhere, and the flow—that current that was so full of energy and life which took you so quickly into a different world—all but stops.


What do you do then?


Those are what I like to call the tidepool moments. 


Years ago, when we spent part of our summer vacation in Maine, we rented a cabin on the rocky coastline north of Bar Harbor. 


Every morning, after the sea retreated, my wife, daughter, and I would go down to the shore and explore tidepools glistening in the morning light.


Each tidepool was filled with gifts from the sea—starfish and crabs, sea anemones, shells, sand dollars, and more.


In tidepool moments, instead of worrying about where the current is taking you, you can slow down, inspect the water, play with words as if the words themselves are gifts from the sea.


You can walk along the edge of the tidepool, watch the sunlight glistening on the surface of the pools, enjoy the tickle of icy sea water on your toes, and discover what’s been hiding beneath the surface of the sea because it’s now accessible and waiting for you.


In a tidepool moment, the flow of writing is calmer, more introspective, more self-aware, and more conscious of everything around you, unlike writing in a riptide moment, which can be frantic and filled with fear of the unknown. 


Each moment, whether a tidepool moment or a riptide moment, offers us another way of writing, of experiencing the flow of writing, of exploring the world. 


We can’t predict which kind of moment we’ll find waiting for us when we sit down at our desks each morning. 


Riptide or tidepool? 


Let’s head down to the shore to find out.


For more information on writing fast vs writing slow, visit:


https://thewritepractice.com/fast-and-slow/

https://alifeofproductivity.com/the-joys-of-writing-slow/

https://annejanzer.com/scribe-muse/

https://thejohnfox.com/2018/05/a-manifesto-for-slow-writing/

https://www.darcypattison.com/writing-life/should-you-write-fast-or-slow/




Sunday, December 16, 2012

Ebb and Flow


Much like the tide, our writing process ebbs and flows, the words coming in waves then retreating in the same way that the sea rushes into shore and then pulls back, only to rush forward again.

The more time we spend writing, the more we become aware of this process, and as our stories emerge from the sea, we are able to see with each new draft how the process ebbs and flows, one revision spilling into another.

We wait for words and stories to wash over us like we wait for the return of the tide.

We wade through silence in the same way we wade through tide pools, hoping to discover something interesting beneath the sparkling surface, something that will catch our eye, a hidden treasure that the tide brings us.

We swim far out beyond the breakers toward the horizon in the hope of finding a story, and we return to shore to write an endless number of pages—a sea of pages—hoping the words will reveal our story to us in ways that we can’t know until the words are on paper.

When we’re not swimming, we tread water, or splash in the shallow surf with other swimmers, enjoying the feel and taste of the salt air almost as much as we love the feel and taste of the water.

Just being near the water—walking along the beach or sitting in the sand gazing out to sea—is sometimes enough to satisfy our need for words and stories.

In the ebb and flow of writing, there is a time to submerge ourselves in words and a time to retreat from words, to pull ourselves out of the surf and dry off and rest.

That’s why over the next few weeks I’m stepping out of the water and taking a break.

My fingers are wrinkled like raisins from spending so much time in the water, my lips are blue, my ears are waterlogged, and my arms and legs are wobbly from so much swimming over the past year.

So, I’m going to rest on shore for a few weeks and enjoy the sound of the waves and gaze at clouds and imagine stories that I might write in the months ahead. I’m going to read and rest so that I can regain the strength a swimmer needs to re-enter the water and continue swimming.

I hope you’ll find a way to tap into the ebb and flow of your own writing process in the coming weeks so you’ll know when it’s time to step out of the water and listen to the music of the waves from a different vantage point. 

Even if it’s only a momentary pause in your swimming, it’ll help remind you why you are drawn to the water and why you are so reluctant to leave it.