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  1. Rewriting: When Avoidance Strikes

    November 9, 2014 by Diane

    hand opening red curtain on white.

    If you peeked behind the writer’s curtain this past month you probably saw an empty chair. Before that, you saw a whole lot of slumping going on. Rewriting a novel requires hours at the keyboard, leading to tense spinal muscles, shallow breathing, rounded shoulders, a stiff neck and the dreaded dowager’s hump.

    The solution? Avoid rewriting altogether.

    So, for the sake of good posture, I actively engaged in avoidance behavior.

    I bought a stack of books to read, added them to the tower of books on my dresser, and avoided reading them.

    I sat in front of the computer and contemplated the ceiling.

    I checked out Write-Track, an online goal-setting community of writers—a super idea for those who actually write, a lousy idea for those searching for nifty ways to avoid writing. It’s too easy to spend time setting up goals and not actually meeting them. Besides, a community of productive authors eager to support each other sort of takes the wind out of avoidance.

    I contemplated my Twitter account.

    I stood in line for forty-five minutes among hordes of Halloween revelers to contemplate a Day-of-the-Dead display at Steve Job’s house, even though I scoff at a holiday where we feed junk food to kids and carve up healthy food and set it on fire (as summed up by a fellow reveler). But there I was, sporting a cowboy hat and bandanna, stepping through the portal to observe a grisly display of college students and computer geeks outfitted in white lab coats covered with blood, gouging out eyes and entrails and wielding heavy knives in some surreal medical laboratory—a spectacle that prompted me to immediately turn around and high-tail it ten blocks back to my car and drive home to contemplate the television.

    I practiced yoga postures.

    I meditated.

    I even checked the refrigerator for something to stuff in my mouth—my usual mode of avoidance.

    Oh, I was becoming an expert at the game.

    And then I attended a lecture on the spiritual aspects of good posture.

    Or so I thought.

    I drove downtown and strode into the bookstore and found a seat in the back of the event room, and quickly realized that good posture was not the subject of this particular lecture. At one point the speaker said, (and I paraphrase here), “Standing in front of the refrigerator looking for something to stuff in your mouth is CRACK if it has nothing to do with nourishment. And 99.9% of the time it has nothing to do with nourishment. Ditto for yoga and meditation and anything that is used as a means of avoidance.”

    Well.

    Something about that speaker started to piss me off.

    I had sacrificed my writing time so I could learn to sit properly in a chair. Instead I was being lectured about avoidance. I got up and left.

    But something niggled at me. A question. Is writing a form of crack too? Is writing a means to avoid loneliness, or personal problems, or the feeling that life is out of control?

    I had to admit…sometimes it is.

    I use writing, sometimes, as a drug to escape anxiety. That apprehensive feeling starts squirming within and I make a beeline for the laptop instead of just sitting with the unsettled feeling, observing it.

    Sometimes the writing process itself is unsettling. Why? Because it’s friggin hard work! Because I’m lost, or stuck, or overwhelmed, or afraid I might suck–or God forbid—shine. So I skedaddle away from the laptop. Which, truth be told, is exactly what I had done.

    I felt disgusted with myself. This had nothing to do with poor posture. The whole avoidance thing had lost its charm. I was mindful of the game now. I had turned the camera on myself and the house of cards had tumbled down, as the speaker put it.

    So I forced myself back to the keyboard.

    I positioned my fingers on the home keys.

    I avoided avoiding.

    Takeaways this week:

    Ask yourself if you’re engaged in any activity as a means to escape an uncomfortable feeling. If the answer is yes, sit quietly, close your eyes, and allow yourself to observe the feeling. Don’t participate, just watch, like you’re watching a movie. You’ll notice the discomfort change. Everything changes. It’s the law of nature.

    There’s a difference between stepping away from a rewrite to gain perspective or recharge your energy, and avoiding the project altogether. Don’t kid yourself. If you’re swapping that siesta for a one-way ticket out of novelville, you know you’ve crossed the border into Avoidance.

    Bad posture is less about mechanics and more about going unconscious. When I notice I’m slumping, I remind myself to come back from whatever astral plane I’m frolicking on, and be in the body.

    If you want to set some writerly goals and track them online among a community of fellow scribes, check out Write-Track.

    If you’re squeamish about gory stuff, and queued up to check out a Halloween display, look around. If there are no children under the age of ten standing in line with you, let that be a warning.

     

     


  2. The Resilience of the Writer’s Spirit

    October 19, 2014 by Diane

    hand opening red curtain on white.

    Two weeks ago, I stumbled off the writing track. Way off track. Way, way, way off track. All the way to Truckee.

    My plan was to spend five days in Truckee, writing.

    But first I had to pack.

    I packed winter and summer clothes, because the nights are below forty and the days above seventy. I packed shampoo and conditioner and face wash and body soap and a blow dryer and floss and toothpaste, and I zipped down to Walgreen’s to buy a travel toothbrush. I packed flip flops and slippers and hiking boots and sneakers and a backpack and a beach chair and suntan lotion and gluten-free snacks. I packed a bag of books because I wanted plenty to choose from, and oh yeah…I packed my laptop.

    I stuffed all my baggage into the backseat of my Corolla and sped down the expressway to pick up my ol’ pal Dave, who stuffed his version of baggage–plus an ice chest the size of a train depot–into the trunk (and whatever available space remained in the back seat), and somehow we both squeezed into the front and off we went, the car sinking, to relax in the high Sierra.

    By the time we arrived, the Bickersons had arrived as well.

    You know the Bickersons. They bicker about everything. The Bickersons appear whenever you’re stressed or overworked, or you’ve spent too much time in your head or in front of a computer or packing. They hijacked our bodies and controlled our vocal chords and complained about the country music station on the car radio, and the wind blowing every last hair off our heads through the open window. They complained about the ringing in our ears and the stiffness in our hips from the long ride, and they complained about having to stop at Safeway to load up for the week.

    And unpack the car.

    Oh, the Bickersons made their presence known.

    The first thing I unpacked was my laptop. I brought it so I could work on my novel.

    Dave brought hiking gear so he could conquer the highest ridgeline.

    I set my laptop on the mile-long kitchen table in the two-story, three-bedroom pine and granite “cabin” where we were staying, plugged it in, and headed out to the deck. I plopped down in a wooden folding chair with my feet on the railing, looked out at the pines and yellow aspens and the dried mules ears, then closed my eyes under a brilliant blue Truckee sky and meditated while Dave sipped coffee and the Bickersons vacated.

    My laptop sat unopened on the piney table.

    The next day I dragged my beach chair from the trunk of the car and set it up at the edge of Donner Lake and contemplated the rugged granite mountain peaks. I thought about the survivors of the Donner party, near starvation, trudging over those peaks for thirty-three days through sixty feet of snow in spots, all the way to Johnson’s Ranch some one hundred miles away. I contemplated the resilience of the human spirit while visualizing my car crammed with the comforts of home.

    My laptop sat unopened on the knotty pine table.

    The morning after, Dave and I drove to North Lake Tahoe and hiked around Spooner Lake and talked to a geezer on a bike who had breezed down the Tahoe Rim Trail. We saw a lot of geezers on bikes. All of them were in better shape than…well…me. That afternoon, one of them passed Dave who was sweltering up a steep incline for an hour on a borrowed bicycle. At an overlook, Dave stopped to cool the sweat from his T-shirt, grumbling to a fellow biker how embarrassed he was that an old guy had passed him by. The other biker peered at him and said, “Didn’t I just pass you? I’m the old guy.”

    The resilience of the human spirit.

    What about the resilience of the writer’s spirit? Where are the granite peaks that we trudge over? Where are the steep climbs that we swelter up?

    They’re there. Oh, they’re there. I just wasn’t forging them. I was relaxing in the thin dry Truckee air, my nasal passages and lips cracking in the altitude.

    Those 50,000-word novellas we pound out in thirty days during National Novel Writing Month are the mountains.

    Those 1500 words we aim for in one hour are the steep inclines.

    That novel that we rewrite is the long uphill climb.

    They’re there.

    But sometimes we need to kick back in a beach chair and be a mere mortal in God’s cathedral.

    Takeaways this week:

    It’s okay to take a vacation from writing. The subconscious will continue working while you loaf.

    When the Bickersons arrive, it’s a clear sign you need some downtime.

    When the vacation is over, put that writer’s cap back on, pick a goal, set a timer, and power onward. You can do it. I can do it. We’re writers.


  3. Rewriting: Ten Ways to Ease the Pain

    August 10, 2014 by Diane

    hand opening red curtain on white.

    If you peeked behind the curtain last week and didn’t see me, it’s because I was recharging instead of rewriting.

    Now I’m back. With a list of ten ways to ease the pain that comes with all of that mental activity. Ten ways to keep the body and mind healthy in the midst of tackling a rewrite.

    Here goes…

    1. Be gentle with yourself. You’re doing the best you can in the current moment with the knowledge you have.

    2. Schedule a time to write, and stick to it. Be mindful during this sacred time and focus only on your novel. Don’t engage in other activities. When the time is up, leave the writing and do something else. If ideas come, jot them down. Try not to obsess about your novel outside of that scheduled time slot. It tires the brain.

    3. Trust that the muse will appear at the scheduled time. Trust that the words will come when you begin typing or when you touch pen to page. Start the movement and let the words flow.

    4. When writing, get out of the chair every twenty minutes. All that sitting is bad for your heart, not to mention your spine. So get up. Do ten jumping jacks. Or five squats. Squats are good. You want to keep those leg muscles strong so you’re not relying on a walker when you’re eighty.

    5. Sit upright. Your head doesn’t need to be five inches from the screen. At the bottom of your pelvis are a couple of knobby muscles: the “sits bones.” Rest on them, and then roll forward so you’re sitting on the forward, flat part. This will align your pelvis so your spine can stack up properly. Your back muscles and digestive system will thank you. If you can’t manage to sit upright on your own, invest in a Nada-Chair. That “slouch-buster sling” will do the work for you.

    6. Or don’t sit at all. Build your desk up. Or invest in a treadmill desk. A doctor I know wrote a whole book in that fashion. You might find deals on eBay.

    7. Make sleep a priority. Set a bedtime schedule and stick to it. This gives the body a clear message that it’s sleepy-time; something your parents would announce if they were on hand to do so. Turn off all electronics an hour beforehand. If you slip up, and you’re on the computer writing into the wee hours of the night, at the very least download the free software program f.lux. It calibrates to your timezone, dimming your computer screen to a warm hue after sundown so all that blue light isn’t mucking up your melatonin, keeping you awake.

    8. As a pre-sleep ritual, do some light stretching to work out the tension in your muscles. This will also relax the brain. Another tension-buster is to lie on a mat, place a tennis ball on either side of your spine, and roll on them, pausing at the knotty areas and breathing deep to release the tightness. Do something to quiet the mind. Meditate, focusing on sounds, for five minutes before bedtime; or listen to a calming CD.

    9. Try to stay in the moment. When you write, write. When you sleep, sleep. When you plan, plan. If you find yourself planning the next chapter when you’re in bed trying to sleep, say to yourself, “planning, planning,” and let it go. If your mind is churning with thoughts, observe them as if they are leaves in a stream or clouds in the sky drifting by. It takes practice, but it works.

    10. Spend time in nature. Reconnect to the energy of the earth, which vibrates on a frequency that matches your own. All that sitting in front of a computer unsettles the nervous system. So go outside. Walk barefoot on the lawn. Or stretch out under a redwood tree and read a book. This isn’t being lazy. It’s called Earthing. And it’s healing.

    and a bonus tip:

    11. Know when to write, and when to walk away and be a good animal: eating, sleeping, and hanging out with the tribe. You’re a creative being in a physical body with human needs. Moderation is the key.

    Takeaways this week:

    Pain-Free Sitting, Standing, and Walking: Alleviate Chronic Pain by Relearning Natural Movement Patterns, by Craig Williamson, MSOT

    This. Only This: Mindfulness Strategies for Developing Peace in Every Moment by Michael H. Brooks

    Earthing: The Most Important Health Discovery Ever? by Clinton Ober and Stephen Sinatra

    The Nada-Chair

    Treadmill desk

    F.Lux Software

    In case you missed it, my rewriting journey began here.