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“But I Already Have a Desk!” How Frustration Breeds Creativity

For years, I was a productive writer working from home. I improvised a process around raising children, around naps and playdates. My desk was adjacent to the kitchen; after a few burned dinners, I got pretty adept at writing while cooking. When my kids were older, I knew when the school bus would pull up outside, and I’d wrap up 10 minutes ahead to avoid mental whiplash from the shift in focus. I was proud of using distractions to my advantage. Problematic paragraph to complete? I’d start folding laundry. While my hands moved, my mind rested and a solution could rise to the surface.

One day when I had only fifteen minutes available, I wrote the first page of a novel. Why not? I thought. Work with what you have, rather than wasting energy wishing conditions were optimal.

Still, I wondered. How much more productive could I be with NO distractions?

            Eventually, I got my wish. When my daughter was in high school, I left my husband and moved into an apartment. (We are back together, which is a great story in itself!) Then she left to attend school out of state. I not only had a room of my own, I had several rooms. If I got tired of my desk area, I’d plop down on the sofa or go into my daughter’s sunny bedroom.

            I continued as a writing coach and book reviewer, but within a three year span, my own writing had dried up. What was wrong with me? Not only did I have a desk set up exactly as I wanted it, I had a lot of available time. Privacy. Coffee in spades. I should have been unstoppable. Instead, those open-ended hours found me wondering if I was wasting my time writing at all.

Once in a while, I’d rally. I should do better than this!

            Should is a tricky word. It feels useful. It can serve as a friendly nudge out of procrastination, or more often, it’s a tyrant wielding a whip. “If the message “I should try harder” doesn’t produced results, we increase the volume to soul-shattering levels. Tyranny has its own logic: If scolding doesn’t work, someone must be to blame. And in freelance work, who’s to blame but yourself?

            In moments of sanity I was able to ask, “What’s actually going on here?” Gradually I came to see that my entire life, from preschool age, had revolved around a school schedule. What with raising children, taking courses myself, and graduate school, I relied on that structure so much that it didn’t occur to me it was a structure. The schedule filled a managerial role in my work process.

            The first step toward resolution involved cutting myself a break—a skill I had to cultivate over time. I recognized that the “shoulds” were well-intentioned, but I’d never actually had the chance to learn open-ended time management. It wasn’t a personal failing.

            Developing a work process is about recognizing what does work, amid all the frustration. Three years of banging my head against a wall prepared me to sit up and consider new possibilities.

And even when the solution came, I didn’t recognize it.

A friend of mine told me about a new coworking space close to where I live. I’d heard about coworking, where freelancers pursue their individual work in a team environment. It seemed like a good idea…for her! I already had a desk that didn’t cost me a dime.

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Photo by Annie Spratt

When my friend was offered the opportunity to bring a laptop to Kismet and check it out, I went along. Not for myself; to support her. I brought my own computer so as not to look stupid. 

After a few hours, to my own surprise, I realized I was getting stuff done. In fact, I was far more productive in three hours at Kismet than I’d been in the previous three months in my “ideal” situation at home.

I signed up, and I haven’t looked back since.

A coworking space has good energy. It supports people who are there because they want to be, an antidote to isolation. It’s hard to believe what you do is pointless when others treat you as a valued colleague. Most people at Kismet aren’t writers. That doesn’t matter. Simply showing up brings the work out of me.

Yes, I pay money that I don’t “have to” pay. But ultimately, giving myself permission to write was more important than this particular solution. Curing “I already have a desk” syndrome wasn’t a question of money—it was about valuing my own worth, and being with other people who support me because we’re all in it together.  

Obviously, coworking isn’t for everyone. But throughout a long and painful process, I discovered some universal principles.

  1. Human beings are social animals. I needed to connect with people who would motivate my writing, not just read and make suggestions on the results of my work process. This can take many forms, from finding a single, understanding buddy with whom to establish mutual accountability, to changing one’s environment.
  2. Everything in life is subject to change. Why not our work processes?
  3. Creative work is almost by definition “unnecessary.” We need support to continue in it.
  4. If one approach fails, it’s not personal. It simply means something doesn’t work. Self-blame isn’t the motivator it appears to be.
  5. Frustrations are undervalued. They are part of the solution because they motivate us not to give up.
  6. Serendipity, God, the universe (choose your favorite): Something bigger than we are arranges circumstances for us. I certainly wasn’t looking for the solution I ended up with. Sometimes, the pieces just fall into place.

I hope you’ll share your frustrations and triumphs around the work process with other readers!

How the Discouragement of Getting Fired Became a Blessing

When I began teaching creative writing to adults in a non-credit evening school, I was new to the classroom and dry-mouth nervous. In that fluorescent-lit public school classroom with desktops clamped to hard metal chairs—it oriented me to stand at the blackboard and deliver a brief lecture on some aspect of writing craft. My students dutifully took notes on plot or point of view, and then we relaxed a little. We had lively discussions of published work, and they encouraged and critiqued one another’s stories.

We were in school. I spent hours preparing each class.

One day, I received a snail mail letter from a private writing client who was not in my class. Jossie’s handwriting was hard to decipher, but the message was simple: I was fired.

She said I was far too critical. I seemed to dislike her characters, when she had portrayed them sympathetically. I objected to her stream-of-consciousness narrative habit, which she considered to be her natural voice. Her favorite story? I’d bashed it. Not wanting to respond defensively, I waited and ran the situation by an editor friend.

My friend was decisive—if my client couldn’t take criticism, she should get out of the writing game and find a hobby. I wasn’t so sure. For one thing, while I tried to hide my feelings from Jossie, I had become impatient with her over the previous few months. Again and again, I had explained to her the fundamentals of plot. If she wanted to dispense with it, fine, but she had to understand how plot worked before she could create a successful anti-plot. Yes, she’d written one or two really good stories. But I wondered if she’d picked up on my feeling that her work wasn’t changing fast enough.

I took a deep breath, emailed Jossie, and thanked her for challenging me. I apologized for my prior insensitivity. A week later, we sat at her kitchen table over mugs of tea. I knew that repeating my concerns about technical problems in her writing would be a dead end, so I asked about her writing process. I was genuinely interested, and our conversation took on a new spontaneity. Jossie was passionate about her work, and it struck me that the long, rich cadence of her speech was a lot like her writing style. In fact, it was beautiful. In their impulsivity and verve, her characters resembled her. No wonder she’d felt attacked by my critique.

In the end, because I had listened to her without judgment, shared my own writing struggles and admitted my own mistakes, she decided to adopt some of the suggestions that initially angered her.

That conversation turned me into a creative coach. I’d been evaluating student work as if it bore little connection to the person who wrote it. Seeing the writer in the work is far more fruitful—and enjoyable. Diversity_1

But why is this important to the work? There are two reasons. The first is that there’s no such thing as a generic writer. Given a single lecture on plot, 15 different students will hear 15 different lectures. One will tune out, daydreaming about his characters’ complex motivations, and another might ask whether a plot has to have a certain quota of turning points before the crisis. Understanding the difference can make all the difference in a mentoring relationship.

The second point is more important. Understanding how one writes best is just as important as it is that one writes. Most writers (myself included) make good use of external validation. Excellent writing is hard-won, and learning to deal with self-doubt is essential. This part of the writing work never ends. Jossie, who once fired me, is now creating fine, published work because we learned to collaborate. What validates one person, though, might be irrelevant to another. My particular bit of advice may not turn out to be useful, but when it isn’t, we’ve all learned something about the creative nature of the writing process.

Seeking feedback on a piece of writing is an experiment in risk-taking, and not just for the writer. My job is to understand any particular writer as well as I can. My feedback can flourish in a collaborative relationship that is itself creative.

I no longer teach in classrooms with fluorescent light, and I’m having a lot more fun. My voice is one of many, and that’s as it should be.

 

 

 

 

 

The Writing Process: Playing With Tigers

From my sane self to my writer self:

My hope for us in 2017 is that we’ll incorporate self-kindness into our writing process.

Oh, please. Another thing I have to do? Just give me a 2017 calendar to keep track of when I avoid writing. And I just love it when people tell me how I should feel.

 Self-kindness isn’t a feeling. Not a cotton-candy antidote to your scolding voice.

Hey, at least if I beat myself up, I know somebody cares about my writing. Right?

If you stop beating us up, would you stop caring?

 Don’t try me.

(*sigh*) Okay, listen. Self-kindness has to do with discovering our own writing process. Not other peoples’. Ours.

You sound like a teacher. Which is annoying.

Shut up. I am a teacher. Don’t you feel lonely as a writer?

Duh!

Look, writing is lonely. So find your tribe. Suppose history’s first story-tellers had gone off alone to scratch hunting stories in some isolated cave? Our ancestor Ogg would of never ended his tale of outwitting a saber-tooth tiger. Ogg would have kept chiseling away at his laptop, editing the passage where the tiger unleashes its beastly fury. Meanwhile the whole tribe took off for the South of France.saber tooth

Ogg would have given up, not because his story wasn’t good, but because there was no one left to tell it to.

We write to be read. Not because we’re vain creatures who suck up praise, but because stories create our closest human bonds. But while Ogg would have known to pack it in and get out the GPS to locate the whereabouts of his tribe, we berate ourselves for being human. For feeling sad that isolation kills creativity. Only we don’t say that. Instead, we tell ourselves there’s something wrong with us because…

…Last week my dog died and I found out that my kids are drug dealers and there was a flood in my basement and my partner of twenty years left because she doesn’t like damp feet and I got laid off from my job. I handled all that pretty well. But I had ten minutes available to write between getting ditched and learning that I was fired, and I couldn’t bring myself to do anything. There’s something wrong with me. I must not be a writer after all.  

Enough! Remember Ogg? One time he and his tribe spent three weeks getting rid of a saber tooth tiger that was harassing their pet mastodon. Ogg didn’t berate himself for taking the next few days off. He took care of himself! He had a good long sleep until he was ready to get up and tell the story.

Yeah, but our writing isn’t good enough. Ogg and company were too scared of tigers to care about anything else.

 And we aren’t scared? Our tigers have just moved inside. Not indoors. Inside. If I give myself permission to listen to what’s inside, what if the tigers tell me I’m a fraud? What if they scare me so much I don’t want to write at all?

Exactly! If I start being kind to myself, I might not even try. Telling myself I should do better lets me know that there’s a grownup in charge (Me) who carries a big stick so someone (Little me) won’t run off and forget about writing because she’s having too much fun.

Writing is fun.

You didn’t hear me! Writing is hard work!

Actually, I was listening. Writing is about learning to work with your tigers. Real, scary tigers that we’ve been toting around since we were babies. But when they roll over and let you scratch their tummies, they’re adorable. What could be more fun than walking around with a tiger on a leash?

Maybe if there were some real grownups around, you wouldn’t be allowed to say that.

Hello? You know how old I am? And you’re no spring chicken, either. Which is my point. You + me = tribe. Isolation is what makes us give up; not lack of ability. Lack of talent never stopped anyone from doing anything.

I’m not sure that’s a compliment.

Hey, remember that ‘loser’ Ogg? He was famous for telling long-winded, repetitive stories. His plots didn’t resolve; they self-combusted. What isn’t known is that he actually invented the first-ever literary genre—the epic poem. The only reason we don’t know this is that everyone was too busy adapting Ogg’s material to their own mythologies to bother criticizing all the times he shouted, “Tiger at ten o’clock!” or note for posterity how he bored the whole tribe to sleep. He even bored the tigers to sleep, which made them easy to kill.

And that’s the real reason saber-tooth tigers became extinct. I’ve heard their fossils are used to make microchips.

Are you done?

Grrr.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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