Pen-gasm

Apr. 13th, 2008 06:33 pm
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This afternoon I did something I haven't done in I-don't-know-how-many-months. I sat down with a spiral-bound, college-ruled notebook and a fine point Bic "better ballpoint" pen, and I started writing down a story that's been haunting me for weeks.

I'd been avoiding this one. It's utterly non-PC; I wasn't sure how it could resolve itself in a satisfying way, and I was sure the background/lead-in would take far too long to write. But this afternoon I realized that I wasn't going to be able to work with any other creative project unless I got this out of my system.

So I sat down at my dinner table with the aforementioned notebook and pen, and started writing.

The first couple of paragraphs were hard. It's been so long since I've written a story, much less one of this type, that I was almost shy of myself. But once I got over that initial discomfort, got the pump primed, everything started flowing.

I honestly don't know how long I sat there with the words simply streaming through the pen onto the page. I paused once or twice to make sure I knew where I was going, or to reconsider a word, but I didn't let myself get bogged down. (Hooray for the lessons of "morning pages"!)

My phone beeped me at 2pm, telling me I had a little less than an hour before I had to get ready to go to an appointment. I hit the one-hour snooze -- but it never came back on. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 3:02 and I had less than an hour to shower, get dressed, and get to where I was going. The time had passed without me noticing at all. I stopped only because I'd reached the point in the narrative where I could stop. (Finally page tally was 15 - counting each side as one.)

It was a marvelous feeling. A feeling I haven't been able to enjoy in a very long time.

What I wrote wasn't great literature. Heck, it wasn't even great erotica. But it was what was inside me, what needed to come out. Having the time and the solitude to get it all out in one long whoosh was deeply nurturing.

I can't help my curiosity

Date: 2008-04-14 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unicorndelamer.livejournal.com
I've been doing a lot of writing too. Your reference to "morning pages" begs the question of where it came from. Have you read The Artist's Way?

Re: I can't help my curiosity

Date: 2008-04-14 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] qos.livejournal.com
Yes, it's from The Artist's Way.
I haven't read the entire book, but I've gone through phases when I did morning pages faithfully for a couple of weeks. They're a valuable practice, one which I would like to do more consistently.

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Date: 2008-04-14 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-belletrist.livejournal.com
Huzzah and congratulations for taking pen in hand and letting the words flow!! It sounds like it was absolutely marvelous, and much needed.

Re: I can't help my curiosity

Date: 2008-04-14 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unicorndelamer.livejournal.com
I've read it through a couple of times and have considered actually attempting to go through all the exercises in the time table it provides. When I lived in Monterey, there was a group of women who were going through the book like a class. I'd missed the first few weeks, but they were the ones who convinced me to buy the book.
I'll admit, I'm terrible about remaining consistent with the "morning" bit of it...but I found that if I was easier on myself about it being okay to do them at other times of the day when necessary, I begin to build a much better track record.
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