Powered by Communal Energy

I just got back from teaching writing workshops at the National Audio Theatre Festivals audio theater week. I was reminded again of the communal energy generated when a group of writers gets together. No matter how introverted or solitary we writers can be, there is a pow of electricity that can happen, under the right circumstances, when you get a group of us in a room and you ask the right questions. It was exciting to be instrumental in generating some of that energy this past week.

Whenever you plug in to that communal energy, however, you have to find a way to ride it and channel it. How do you carry that energy into the solitary part of writing and focus it onto your work?

I feel fortunate to have a teacher’s schedule, because I can go to a workshop or writing group in the summer and then have lots of opportunities to capitalize on that energy during the time available to me in summer vacation. As long as I don’t let the time slip through my fingers in a glorious haze of napping and gardening!

This is a post from the Writer’s Wavelength blog which can be found at writerswavelength.blogspot.com.

Claiming the Name of "Writer"

The other day, I was talking with a friend who has lived the life of a writer for many years, has published and been produced, had an agent and attends a critique group. However, because life and schedule has kept him from writing during the recent past, he now seems reluctant to call himself a writer. It got me thinking about the whole process of whether we call ourselves writers to the outside world or not and the significance of that decision.

For me, “taking the plunge” to call myself a writer didn’t happen overnight. You could say it’s been pending since I was 8 years old, but the true shift has only happened during the past 5-10 years. There were many steps that led me to give myself permission to say, “I’m a writer:” Writing for an audience besides myself. Getting paid to do it once in a while. Being asked to do it for work, to help others with their writing. Shifting from assignments by and for others to writing my own stuff again. Letting people read and hear my work besides my husband and parents. Connecting with other writers. Setting myself writing goals and working towards them. Seeking to learn and improve upon my work. Asking for criticism and learning to accept it. Attending conferences. Submitting lots of pieces and getting lots of rejection letters. Hearing other people call me a writer. All of these led me to feel I had earned the name of writer and continued to merit that name.

On the other hand, many of those steps would never have happened if I HADN’T started calling myself a writer first. Perhaps by claiming the name, I set myself a level of expectations to be worthy of that name. And I still find it odd to say, “I’m a writer,” as if someone will ask me for my writer’s license or the secret code word to the club and then they’ll discover I’m a fraud. But I get more comfortable with it as time goes on.

By the way, I basically told my friend that once a writer, always a writer, or, as the saying goes, you can’t unring that bell.

Have you claimed the name of writer? What did it mean for you to do that? If you haven’t, why not?

This is a post from the Writer’s Wavelength blog which can be found at writerswavelength.blogspot.com.

How Long, How Fast – Writing in Time

Tonight over dinner a friend of mine commented that I “write faster” than he does. We went on to discuss how long it takes us to write something short. Then, I came home, looked over my old emails and found this excerpt, forwarded to me from Angela Keene. How long DOES it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop, or a short story? The world may never know.

From an interview in Children’s Literature Review, 2003, about writing the children’s story, Wolves in the Walls:

“The concept for Wolves came from the author’s young daughter, who had a bad dream one night. “She was convinced there were wolves in the walls,” says Gaiman, “and as she described them to me, I immediately knew that I would steal the idea for a book.” Not long after, he sat down and wrote the first draft of the story. “I didn’t like it at all,” says Gaiman. Instead of rewriting it, however, he decided to abandon it. After about eight months, he tried once more, but again, he didn’t like it, and again, he abandoned the story. Another eight months passed. Then one night, Gaiman suddenly woke up in bed and thought, “When the wolves come out of the walls, it’s all over!” This, apparently, was just the idea he needed to bring the book to life. That afternoon, he wrote the entire story, to perfection. “It took me one afternoon to write it,” says Gaiman, “but also two-and-a-half years.””

I have recently revisited little bits of ideas from long ago that are now emerging in completely different ways. Think, write, think, revise, simmer, write, revise, write.

What does time look & feel like for you as a writer? How long do you work on something? How many times do you come back to it?

This is a post from the Writer’s Wavelength blog which can be found at writerswavelength.blogspot.com.