I’m deep in a long writing project and alternating between writing, researching, and writing some more. It is growing – slowly – but still growing.
On the days when I am wondering why I am doing this – when my characters fail to speak when I need them to, or when that great plot line falls flat on the page – I need to remind myself that this is all part of a larger process.
A novel is not composed in isolation and the journey it makes from the jumble that is the writer’s mind (my own!), through the editing process, the reading and advice from agents and publishers until finally it becomes a book – is a long one indeed.
This business of writing, this craft of creativity is strange.
And I remember an article I wrote just over a year ago for Writing.ie – Because I do.
Creativity and industry are like two tracks, running parallel, sometimes crossing over, or intertwining. Other times changing direction, making choices, and moving slowly. And on these tracks sit the carriages of desire and ego. And you’re feeling them….Tracks, as we all know, join, and split, and move towards each other, a singular destination for a journey. Beside creativity is industry. Without it what you produce is not going to move beyond that track, or even out of the carriage.
And I recall what Anne Lamott said about adding life to form. And I read the last line of my article. Truth can be seen, and felt, in writing. And in living.
And I’m reassured.
Let life burst out from the seams of routine. Add life to the form that you are creating. For the story to be real, the page needs to provoke feeling.
So let the words come – or not – but always, let the living continue.