Showing posts with label taking a break. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taking a break. Show all posts

Monday, July 01, 2024

Out of thin air

It's always hard to let go,

to put down your pen,

to take a break.


You don't want to lose

the connection you make

with yourself when you write.


So you debate with yourself--

stop or keep going?

Keep listening or not?


The thing is you never 

know what you'll find

if you keep waiting.


You never know if something 

will fly across the sky and 

you'll catch a glimpse


and suddenly the words

you need to write 

will appear


like magic

out of 

thin air.


But only if you

stay in your chair

and keep waiting


listening to the silence,

staring at the page

in anticipation of


whatever 

might come 

out of nowhere.

Friday, December 31, 2021

It's that time of year

It's that time of year.

Close your eyes. 

Sleep.

Let yourself dream.

You need to trust the process 

of rebirth, of dormancy, 

of silence turning into words

when the words are ready 

to appear.


You need to stop writing

in order to keep writing,

to close your journal so

you can open it again,

to put down your pen

so you can pick it up 

after you've had a chance

to rest,

revived, 

restored.


You need to feel the rhythm 

of life without holding a pen 

in your hand, to meet life 

head on, bare-handed, 

without protection,

vulnerable.


You need to let each day 

sink into you, let the world 

turn, let yourself accept

whatever comes with gratitude 

for where you are, 

for who you are.


A week from now 

you can pick up 

your pen to express 

in words what you 

can't say 

without it.


For now let yourself 

embrace the silence.

Be still.

Listen to your heart.

Open your ears to the wind.

Let your heart open, too, 

so you can sail in

whatever direction

your spirit takes you 

in the new year.


Sunday, September 06, 2015

How’s the Water?

The heat in Florida is unrelenting at the this time of year, pressing down over everything like a steamy blanket and making the air so thick and humid that it feels like you’re trapped inside a never-ending steam bath.

It’s not only the air that warms up but the water, too. Instead of water temperatures in the 60's or 70's, like off the mid-Atlantic coast at this time of year, the temperature of the water in the Gulf rises into the 80's. Some folks might think that’s s little too warm, but it’s the temperature that I wait for every year. As soon as the temperature reaches 85, I dive in. It’s perfect.

But here’s the thing: what’s perfect for me is not perfect for you.

So, when you’re writing, it can be helpful to ask yourself: how’s the water?

Perhaps you’re swimming farther than you ever swam before, and the water is colder than you’ve ever felt, and you’re wondering if you should keep going or turn back and borrow a friend's wetsuit.

Or perhaps you’re swimming in circles, stuck in the same cove that you’ve stepped into each day for the past month, and you don’t feel you’re going anywhere. Should you keep swimming? Or should you get out of the cove and find another place to swim?

I know some writers who switch from one cove or pool to another each day to stay fresh—writing poems one day, short stories another, and then returning to a novel-in-progress when neither the poems nor short stories seem to flow.

And I know other writers who remain steadfast and keep swimming, no matter how cold or hot the water, no matter how far they’ve already swum, no matter if the shore looks unfamiliar or if they’ve passed that point on the beach a few times before. They keep swimming.

Some days it’s helpful to step out of the water and spend the day on shore, just watching the waves and listening to the surf pound the beach and enjoying the sight of other swimmers doing laps in the areas just beyond the buoy markers.

Other days it’s helpful to acknowledge the temperature of the water, to become aware of whether you want to stay in even though it’s a challenge to keep swimming or if you want nothing more than to step out of the water and catch your breath and let your muscles rest.

Labor Day weekend marks the unofficial end of summer and the beginning of a new stage of the year when you’ll need your strength and energy to dive into your stories or poems and swim for as long as it takes to finish your work.

How do you find that energy and strength? Where does it come from? How can you preserve it so you can draw on its resources when you need it?

These questions are as much a part of the writing process as asking yourself when to use a comma or insert a parenthesis or substitute a different verb.

Being aware of how you feel in the water is crucial to being able to stay in the water.

So, ask yourself: how’s the water?

Depending on your response, you can decide how you want to plan your writing life this weekend and into the future. 








Sunday, November 16, 2014

Savor the Light

It’s that time of year when the light changes. 

Even in Florida, where writers are accustomed to the sun shining brightly all year long, the days are growing shorter.

Over the next few months, we'll watch as the light turns from highly burnished gold to a subtle shade of bronze, and we'll gaze in wonder as this honey-colored light seems to melt from the sky.

In the weeks ahead, as Thanksgiving approaches, followed by the December holidays and a new year, time itself will feel like it is slowing down, much like a river winding its way gently through the lowlands toward the sea in casual and easy S-curves, its current exploring the banks along its edges rather than rushing past in a straight, tumultuous line intent on reaching its destination.

Each year at this time nature reminds us all--storytellers and poets, dramatists and journalists, bloggers and essayists, every one of us who swim in words throughout the year--that it’s time to slow down, to re-examine where we’re going and where we’ve been.

The light inspires reflection rather than action.

Instead of forging ahead with a new idea or developing a manuscript in its initial stages, we might step back and ask what we’re doing.

Are we writing the kind of stories that we want to write, or are we only going through the motions because we think it's what the market wants?

Have we given our hearts fully to a project or are we holding something back, still hesitant to commit ourselves emotionally?

Are we too serious in our attempts to write or not serious enough?

Do we spend most of the day procrastinating, afraid to put pen to paper, constantly seeking new ways to avoid writing?

Do we make excuses? Do we create obstacles that only exist in our minds?

When was the last time you came to your desk feeling joy and enthusiasm rather than fear and discontentment, pleasure rather than dissatisfaction?

Can you recall the last time you wrote with abandon, watching the words fly onto the page from a pen that you could barely keep up with?

How can you infuse your work with this kind of passion, energy, enthusiasm, optimism, honesty?

And how can you keep at bay whatever might stand in the way of your work?

As the earth turns away from the sun and the days grow shorter, I’ll be reflecting on these and other questions.

All of us want to be able to keep writing for many years.

To keep writing, though, we have to remember that we are not writing machines but human beings who are part of the rhythms of life. 

We need time to think and space to dream.

So, why not take the time you need now? 

As the light wanes, slow down. 

Reflect on where you've been... and where you'd like to go. 

Offer gratitude for all the words that you've written--published or unpublished--over the past year.

Give thanks for all the words in your heart, and for the gift that lets you tell stories and write poems.

As the days grow shorter, savor the light.

And let it inspire dreams of what you’d like to write in the days ahead.






  

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Getting Back into the Water


Before taking time off, I always worry that if I stop writing, cease searching for words, forego thinking about how to put words on paper, I’ll forget how to swim and lose the ability to find words ever again.

Every year it’s the same. When I close my journals and put away my works-in-progress so that I can rest and let the well of words refill again, I fear that I’ll never be able to write again, and worry endlessly that I won’t ever again feel words flowing through my pen or see sentences and paragraphs forming beneath my hand.

No sooner do I leave my desk behind, though, than these fears fade away. There is no longer any stress from work. I can sit peacefully and gaze out over the water (where I spent so much time swimming over the past year) and enjoy the view without needing to lift a pen to paper to capture an image, a scene, a thought.

And each year resting from work magically revives the soul and, just as magically, gives the imagination a chance to plant new seeds that will ripen (with faith and determination) into new stories for me to tell in the months ahead once I return to my desk.

Inevitably, the time to return to the water comes, and, just as inevitably, I become hesitant and doubtful and wonder if I'll have anything worthwhile to say. Will the stories that I hope to tell this year be compelling? Will I find the right words?

The only way to answer these questions is to begin work again, to pick up my pen and start writing, to let my fingers play over the computer keyboard, to close my eyes and imagine the words flowing through my pen or pencil as my hand moves across the page.

“Writing is an exploration,” says E.L. Doctorow. “You start from nothing and learn as you go.”

As 2013 begins, I’m stepping to the end of the diving board and jumping, trusting words to come, eager to explore the world, learning as I go.

Best of luck with your own leaps of faith in the year ahead.



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.





Sunday, June 19, 2011

Stepping Out of the Water

Remember when you leaped as a child into the waves and splashed and dived for hours, and by the end of the afternoon you could hear your mother calling from the beach to tell you it was time to get out of the water?

You’d turn toward shore, wading reluctantly through the waves, letting the surge of the ocean push you closer to the beach even as the undertow pulled you back into the sea.

Once you stood on the beach, you could feel the warm sand on the soles of your feet and between your toes.

You’d wrap yourself in a large beach towel and taste salt on your lips and still feel the waves lifting you up to the sky then swinging you down toward the ocean bottom.

“Purple lips,” your mom would say, tugging the towel tighter over your shoulders so your lips might stop trembling.

You’d examine the pale skin on the end of your fingers, so wrinkled that the fingertips looked like tiny white raisins.

The salt would dry on the back of your neck and on the edge of your nose, and the skin under your eyes and on the top of your ears would start to sting from the salt and the sun.

Remember how you never wanted to leave the water? Remember always wanting to stay in longer, wanting to feel the power of the ocean surging under you, over you, and into you with each wave?

It’s how I feel every year at this time when I have to leave behind unfinished projects and step out of the water before I’m ready.

I can almost hear my mother’s voice again: “Come in, it’s time to dry off!”

There I am on the water's edge again–a skinny boy, teeth chattering, lips blue, goose bumps crawling up my arms.

I’m standing on the beach gazing back at the sea, looking at the precise spot where I spent the last few hours floating in the waves, and I want to go back in even though I know that I have to wait until tomorrow or, if our vacation is coming to an end, next summer.

As I clear my desk now in preparation for this annual break, I'm standing on the beach (in my mind) looking back at the past year that I’ve swum through, awed by the power of the water to keep drawing me back to it.

I’m humbled by the strength of the waves and the undertow of words that have flowed through my pen onto paper and into the world this past year.

And I’m especially grateful for the chance to share my thoughts with you.

In a few weeks, once I’ve had a chance to dry off and rest from this past year of swimming steadily across an unknown sea, I’ll write again.

For now, though, I’m taking a break, and hope you’ll find a chance to rest, too, in the weeks ahead.

With luck, we’ll meet on the beach in a few weeks, and we'll return to the water and swim together in search of words and stories again.

Hope you’ll join me then.

For more on the benefits of taking a break from writing, visit:
http://ezinearticles.com/?A-Writers-Day-Off---What-Are-the-Benefits?&id=5219544
http://www.helium.com/knowledge/150797-when-you-should-take-a-break-from-writing
http://writinghood.com/writing/sometimes-a-writer-has-to-take-a-break/
http://howtoplanwriteanddevelopabook.blogspot.com/2010/12/rest-breaks-for-book-writers-feeding.html
http://inkygirl.com/inkygirl-main/2011/2/22/reminder-to-writers-dont-forget-to-take-regular-breaks.html
http://terri-treasures.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-are-benefits-of-blogging-break.html
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/anne-hill/the-benefits-of-taking-a-_b_801015.html
http://www.murphywrites.com/2011/05/17/5-things-that-can-keep-writers-on-track/