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  1. Book Review: Habits of a Happy Brain

    January 27, 2016 by Diane

    I thought I’d start including book reviews on my site while I’m still off fishing. Here’s my most recent. Let me know if you like this feature!

    Habits of a Happy Brain

    I’ve read several books on rewiring the brain to overcome anxiety and depression by changing our thoughts. And goodness knows there’s a plethora of books on happiness. So I was pleased to discover a new angle on both subjects, because frankly, I’m stressed, and I would love to have those feel-good chemicals zipping around my body instead of the cortisol and adrenaline that I manufacture in Costco proportions.

    Imagine how delighted I was to discover that I can train my brain to switch on those happy chemicals and increase my feeling of well-being. What a nifty trick! I was eager to find out how.

    To begin with, the brain, I learned, has a big job to do: ensuring my survival. Which it seems to be doing rather seriously, ringing all those alarm bells 24/7. But when it sees something good for me, it shoots out those feel-good chemicals: dopamine, endorphin, oxytocin, and serotonin. Yay! The problem is, they don’t last long. Boo. They fizzle out and turn off. Pfft. Gone. And once again, my mammalian brain is back to scanning the environment for danger. Which it finds. Daily. In the news. On the radio. In the mirror. In my imagination.

    So how do I keep more of those feel-good chemicals active? Thankfully, this book explains the process. The author takes the reader through an explanation of how and why the mammal brain works the way it does, why it creates unhappiness, how new experiences stimulate the happy guys, and how to rewire the brain through 45 days of new habits.

    Wait, 45 days? I thought it only took 21 days to learn a new habit.

    Well, apparently 45 days is the required amount of time to boost these chemicals, so 45 days it is.

    But first, I need to know which of the good guys I’m lacking. Is it dopamine, that rewards me when I get what I need? Is it endorphin, that allows me to ignore pain? Is it oxytocin, that enables me to trust others and find safety in companionship? Or is it serotonin, motivating me to get respect?

    Well, let’s face it, I want more than 38 subscribers to my blog. And more than two retweets on my tweets. But isn’t that just an ego thing? Or is it a lack of serotonin?

    And yeah, I feel lonely, even though I’m around people every day. So maybe oxytocin is what I need.

    And I’m definitely aware of every twinge in my body, so it’s clear my endorphins aren’t doing their job.

    And I don’t always get what I need, or at least I don’t feel like I always get what I need, or have the time to achieve all that I want, so is lack of dopamine the culprit?

    The good news is, once I figure out which happy chemicals I’m short on, I can use the tools in this book to balance and easily access all four. How cool is that!

    My take? If  you struggle with anxiety or depression and want to feel more in control of your happiness, this is a book you might want to read. I also recommend it to ye who are fascinated by neuroscience and how to rewire the brain. Uh, that would be me.


  2. Writing: How To Do It

    October 18, 2015 by Diane

    hand opening red curtain on white.

    At the NCIBA’s annual book fair (that’s the Northern California Independent Booksellers Association), in a talk with Augusten Burroughs, author of the forthcoming Lust & Wonder, somebody raised their hand and said, “You probably get tired of being asked: ‘How do you write?’ So can you give us some do’s and dont’s about writing?”

    Now, I wasn’t there, so I don’t know Augusten’s reply. But on the second day of the conference, the day the sales floor was open and overflowing with free ARCs (advanced reader’s copies, full of misspellings that the perfectionist wouldn’t touch with gloved hands, but I would, eagerly, with bare hands, filling four bags with freebies from the publishers), the day the tables were stocked with free miniature Snickers and Milky Ways and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups to lure us road-weary (those who travel from afar) but vibrating-with-eagerness booksellers and book bloggers to discover all that is new in the publishing world—it was on the second day, in the car on the way, that my friend told me about the Burroughs talk, and the question that was almost asked.

    My friend had her own answer:

    “Would anyone ask Venus Williams, ‘How do you play tennis?’ Writing is no different than tennis playing. You just practice every day. You hit the ball.”

    To which I responded, “true, but…” and began jotting notes for this blog post.

    Here, then, are my thoughts to the question: “How do you write?”  Even though no one raised their hand to ask.

    1. You show up

    Even if you only have fifteen minutes to write, you guard it like a frothing rabid dog with long yellow teeth. You hang the imaginary sign in your brain: This is sacred territory, do not tread upon it. You clear your desktop and open your laptop—the Porsche of laptops, you’re ultra-slim shiny silver MacBook Air 13—roll your chair close, set your white plastic timer for fifteen minutes, (hell, you’ve wasted three just getting into position), and you’re off.

    2. You practice

    You practice consonant by consonant, vowel by vowel, word by word, sentence by sentence, letting each letter form a word, and each word form a sentence. And after many sessions of showing up, some of these sentences begin to sing and shimmer on the page. Smack! You’ve finally hit the ball. And you hit it again to see where it lands, and eventually a character appears, a 1940s detective in a trench coat dashing down the marble stairs of the police building, rat-a-tat-tat, and he’s a cliche, but that’s okay, you’re practicing, remember? You’re hitting the ball. So you practice hitting that writing ball, and you get damn good at it, and then what?

    3. You build a story

    How? Well, that’s where craft comes in. You study the works of other writers. You read books on how to plot and how to begin and how to end and how to slog through middles, and you read books on character development and dialogue. Or maybe you study movies to see how story unfolds. Or you take classes, or work with a mentor, or just read piles of great literature and lousy literature and you absorb the nuances.

    Venus Williams is an expert at sending a ball over a net. But to do so, she learned the mechanics of tennis: the serves, the overhand, the backhand, and so forth. She learned to sprint and pivot and where to aim and how to anticipate a shot.

    Writers need to learn the mechanics of story. Whether you write fiction or memoir or newspaper copy or advertisements, story is in there, somewhere. So you study it, and practice writing it, and the more you practice the better you get. But while you’re practicing, you need to do one more thing.

    4. You trust

    Musicians have their sheet music to follow, or melody to improvise. Dancers have their music to inspire their movements. Artists have their landscapes or human models or bowls of apples to paint. What do writers have?

    A blank page.

    Gulp.

    That’s scary.

    Oh, you might have an idea, maybe a solid outline of ideas, but when all is said and done, when the butt is in the chair and the practice of spilling words on page is firmly in place and the knowledge of craft is entrenched in your synapses, all that’s left to do is trust that something good will come.

    That’s the secret of writing. Trust.

    As you write, maybe you don’t know what the next word will be but you trust that it will come, and it does, and then the one after that, and eventually the brain lights up, it gets that you’re writing, and it spins a story because the brain can’t not spin stories, it spins stories about everything.

    As you write, you trust that you will find a direction, that you will be led from beginning to end through a long desert of a middle.

    And when you’ve reached the end, you trust that you’ll have the clarity to see where the story sags, where the holes are, where it veers off course, and where it could have gone deeper.

    Trust is something you learn.

    But you can’t build trust until you’ve shown up consistently and practiced your technique. Which is a lot like tennis, as my friend pointed out.

    Takeaways this week:

    Here are my top three books for writers that I picked up at the NCIBA. Be on the lookout of them!

    The Great Spring: Writing, Zen, and This Zigzag Life, by Natalie Goldberg. A collection of essays that embrace the ups, downs, wanderings, fears, and discoveries of a writing life, from Goldberg’s three decades in the trenches. Shambhala Publications, Feb.2, 2016.

    The Art of X-Ray Reading: How the Secrets of 25 Great Works of Literature Will Improve Your Writing, by Roy Peter Clark. Learn to penetrate a text to see how meaning is actually made. The book features an in-depth analysis of techniques from works by Hemingway, Plath, Steinbeck, Didion, and more. Little, Brown and Company, Jan. 26, 2016

    Writing Across the Landscape: Travel Journals 1960-2013, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Poet, painter, publisher, political activist and owner of San Francisco’s City Lights bookstore, Ferlinghetti wrote private journals on his travels across the twentieth century. A lush volume of prose, poems, drawings, wild adventures, and accounts of the people he knew (remember the Beats?) and the places he visited. Liveright, Sept. 7, 2015


  3. The Upside To Being an Introvert

    August 30, 2015 by Diane

     

    Hipster girl holding a stack of books

    In junior high, I had a physical education teacher who doubled as drama coach. Mrs. Wattenberger, a stout woman with calves like footballs, whose goal was to make us “sweat like pigs” (an odd and impossible feat), directed the school play. I don’t recall the name of the play; it was the sort of melodrama you’d find in a volume titled Best Plays for Junior High School Students Who Need to Sweat Like Pigs, requiring zero royalties and minimal scenery. We performed this low-budget flop in my seventh year of formal education, and I landed the choice role of “The Curtain,” along with eleven other boys and girls.

    Here is the gist of our performance:

    At the end of every scene, we scuttled single file onstage holding a length of fabric, faced the audience, announced “the curtain falls,” and promptly collapsed to the floor. After several excruciating seconds of silence we announced, “the curtain rises,” scrambled to our feet and scuttled off, stage left.

    Mrs. Wattenberger was over the moon with my debut. “It’s so wonderful to see Diane come out of her shell,” she gushed to my parents after the matinee, as if she and her football-sized calves had booted me from a life doomed as an introvert.

    I’m sure she meant well, but I cringed.

    I cringed every time someone labeled me “shy” or “withdrawn” or some such demeaning adjective aimed to snap me out of my supposed state of suffering. And suffer I did.

    Not because I kept to myself, preferring to read a book rather than socialize, speaking only when I had something of value to say, but because others viewed me as flawed.

    From my perspective, those praised as being “extroverts” were the flawed ones, uncomfortable with their own company, attempting to flee it by surrounding themselves with others, feeding on mass energy like vampires sucking the life force from mortals for survival. I was as unfair in my assessment of them as Mrs. Wattenberger was of me.

    Susan Cain, in her book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, explodes the myth that introversion is a failing. She reveals the upside of the introverted personality—the positive traits, the contributions to society—and points out how the world benefits by valuing the quiet among us.

    It would be years, cringing from such labels, before I discovered what Susan Cain had uncovered through meticulous research. If I could, I would travel back in time, shove Mrs. Wattenberger aside, look deeply into the eyes of my younger self and say, “Stand proud in who you are.”

    But I can’t.

    I can, however, look deeply into the eyes of my fellow introverts and say this:

    Stand proud, you who keep mystery alive by wearing disguises in your profile photos, you book-lovers and creative forces who listen intently so others may be heard. Stand proud, you who converse in your heads sharing aloud only what adds value to your worlds, who make large talk, not small, thinking fully before speaking. Stand proud, you who live in awareness, form deep friendships, add calm to hectic environments and tremble when revealing yourself—because it’s a gift you give, and it doesn’t come lightly.

    Stand proud in who you are.