Courage to Make

The lovely lady who cares for my children when I work is peeved.  A few weeks ago her brother-in-law moved in with her family to live closer to work.  He cleans up after himself and makes pleasant conversation.  The problem is he’s often home first in the evenings but never starts a pot of spaghetti or tosses a salad. Instead he waits for his hosts to cook and serve him dinner.  They are just as tired and hungry as he is at the end of the day. He can see this. It makes him uncomfortable enough for my babysitter to notice.  He shifts in his chair. He almost-gets-up five-times-a-minute.  But he never learned to cook and now he is stuck between cowardice and lack of skill.  What should he do?  It’s obvious to his hosts.  He should learn to cook.

I’m reading Rollo May’s wonderful The Courage to Create and came across the following quote:

If you do not express your own original ideas and  listen to your own being, you will have betrayed yourself.

Also you will have betrayed our community in failing to make your contribution to the whole. 

I thought about my babysitter’s brother-in-law’s failure to contribute for lack of courage to boil water.

This is where I am this morning, needing courage to contribute something to my community, something that is my own, that I have made or written. Like my babysitter’s brother-in-law I stand between cowardice and lack of skill.  Rollo May reminded me Creative work is about feeding my Self and about contributing .  If I do no creative work today I am letting more than myself down.  I am failing to make my contribution to the whole.

Courage to do creative work comes and goes with mental energy.  On days when I am lost my to-do-list (made in days past) saves me. It is my source of courage. Item #1 on my list: write three pages of long-hand dribble to get your mind flowing again.  So today I will carry my notebook and write when I can– no pressure, except to put ink to paper.

As for my babysitter–  she confronted her husband last night. You have to teach your brother how to cook, she said.

Today her brother-in-law will learn how to fry eggs.  He’ll write the steps so he can repeat the feat tomorrow without help.  Item #1 on his list:  Remove 4 eggs from fridge.

On Apathy, Authors and Too Much Driving

My favorite contemporary author, Adam Gopnik, doesn’t drive at all.  Ever.  He doesn’t even know how but it doesn’t matter because he lives in Manhattan.  Almost everything his family requires– schools, grocery stores, museums, parks, zoo, plenty of creative friends and a subway station, is within three blocks of his apartment.  My geographical home– Southern California is almost exactly opposite of this.  Only children or the homeless don’t drive here.

I rarely drive this much but yesterday I drove a total of five and a half  hours. Not all at once, but mostly spread out throughout the day.  I drove my children to summer camp, got them hot soup for lunch, got lost in a town I don’t know well– you get the picture. Cons of so much driving? My brain runs on reduced O2 levels (I can’t prove this), apathy creeps into my psyche like cheap perfume (this I know for sure) and I end the day physically exhausted even though I pretty much just sat.  Pros? My one-year-old logs in tons of beauty sleep and ends up smiley by dinner time. Also, I listen to a lot of audio-books and podcasts– which is totally awesome.

This morning, I listened to bestselling author Elizabeth Gilbert talk about how she works.  Listening I felt a smidge envious because she has her routine down (and I don’t). I long for the certainty a proper routine brings a creative person.  Gilbert inspired me to work on my routine again.  I especially want to cut my driving by several hours!

Check out Gilbert’s talk at Big Think below:

Did Gilbert inspire you at all?

Let me know– and if she did, how?

Gibberish to Original with A Pen? It Works!

I few years ago I ran across playwright Julia Cameron’s advice to all artists in her classic book Finding Water.  She says,

In order to retrieve your creativity, you need to find it. I ask you to do this by an apparently pointless process I call the Morning Pages. Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning.

There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages– they are not high art. They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes only.

The first time I tried this practice the result felt huge to me.  By the third day of whining and writing gibberish of all sorts I came across an idea about myself that shocked me.  Before I had time to think about or edit my writing, I wrote,

I used to be creative. At least I thought I was creative– for some reason,  just like some people think they are born lucky.  But I haven’t had a novel thought in years!  My creativity has wilted beyond recognition for lack of tending and I don’t know if I am creative anymore…

My hand wrote and I read the words after they were in ink on paper. I read them as if a good friend who knew me well had written them. The message  practically slapped me in the face and after a stunned long moment, woke me to action.   The very next day I took off for my favorite coffee shop and planned my creative re-birth in bullet points.  The following weeks I followed through on my plan.

Two weeks ago I restarted writing pages of long-hand dribble.  But this time I’m writing seven pages instead of just three.  The Pulitzer prize-winning author of A Visit from the Goon Squad, Jennifer Egan does this everyday to open her mind.  This time around I sheppard my stream-of-consciousness writing to stay near the topic of creativity, history and personal memories.  If I start to complain about my headache I redirect a little never stopping the flow of words.  So far it’s working well to open up my mind, as if my thoughts are dropping their usual shyness and dying to interact with the world.

I’ll keep you posted on my progress!

Twelve Great Literary Ladies, Twelve Valuable Lessons for the Writing Life– Guest Post by Nava Atlas

This wonderful piece first appeared a few days ago on SheWrites.com.  Nava Atlas has kindly agreed to this re-post on Creating Brains. Enjoy!

Learning how to stay disciplined, grappling with doubt, failure, and rejection, finding one’s voice, struggling to stay solvent—we’ve all dealt with these issues. It’s comforting to know that Charlotte Brontë, George Sand, Louisa May Alcott, and others did, as well. But in the end, it’s not so much about experiencing these obstacles that matters, but overcoming them. The twelve authors I focus on in my new book, The Literary Ladies’ Guide to the Writing Life, did just that, with much grace and determination.

In this book, the writing life is explored through the experiences of these classic women authors. Delving into their letters, journals, and memoirs, I found certain challenges were just as universal among those who eventually became literary icons as they are among today’s writing women, whether seasoned or aspiring. Here are twelve snippets of wisdom I gleaned from each of the Literary Ladies I’ve grown to know and admire:

Don’t be overly modest. In popular imagination, Jane Austen is a demure, frilly cap-wearing artiste, hiding her writing efforts under a blotter. In truth, her family recognized her talent and were invested in seeing her work in print, as was she. Austen was as keen on enjoying monetary rewards and finding an audience as the next writer—male or female. “I cannot help hoping many will feel themselves obliged to buy it,” she said of Sense and Sensibility. Of her most iconic female character, Elizabeth Bennett, she wrote, “how I shall be able to tolerate those who do not like her…I do not know.” Perhaps we ascribe false modesty to our literary role models to feel better about our own.

Honor the money you earn by writing. Louisa May Alcott was determined to make a living as a writer at a time when it was challenging enough for women to earn a living wage. She accounted for every penny earned and spent, and always tried to save for a rainy day. Once she became wealthy, after decades of toil, she wrote that she found her “best success in the comfort my family enjoy; also a naughty satisfaction in proving that it was better not to ‘stick to teaching’ as advised, but to write.”

Don’t sit idly by while your manuscript is being submitted. Keep working, like Charlotte Brontê did, as her unsuccessful first novel, The Professor, made its rounds. What she busied herself with was Jane Eyre, which found favor quickly and was an immediate sensation upon publication. Fortunately, she didn’t allow the “chill of despair” that set into her heart when her first effort “found acceptance nowhere, nor any acknowledgment of merit” quash her dreams of becoming an author. The Professor was published only after her death.

The only way to find your true voice is to write, write, and write some more. Willa Cather accepted that beginning writers, herself included, go through a stage of florid, overwrought excess. And the only thing to do is “to work off the ‘fine writing’ stage…I knew even then it was a crime to write like I did.” The only remedy is to “write whole books of extravagant language to get it out.” What you’re left with, once you’re no longer “smothered in your own florescence” is your own sharp, true voice and vision.

Guard your time jealously. Especially when we’re working on something that isn’t yet earning money, it’s easy to let ourselves off the hook and say yes to every request and any invitation that comes our way. But if you don’t value your writing time, others won’t either. Edna Ferber was a model of self-discipline. Heed her advice: “The first lesson to be learned by a writer is to be able to say, ‘Thanks so much. I’d love to, but I can’t. I’m working.’”

You can’t grow as a writer without taking risks. Madeleine L’Engle observed that “We are encouraged only to do that which we can be successful in.” How true for so many women, who don’t want to risk failure, to be anything other than good girls and A students. But L’Engle reminds us that “Risk is essential. It’s scary…Writers will never do anything beyond the first thing unless they risk growing.”

Keep rejection to yourself and don’t let it stop you. L.M. Montgomery experienced her fair share of rejection before the success of Anne of Green Gables: “At first I used to feel dreadfully hurt when a story or poem…came back, with one of those icy little rejection slips. But after a while I got hardened to it and did not mind. I only set my teeth and said, ‘I will succeed.’” Montgomery didn’t feel that she needed to share her “rebuffs and discouragements” with the world, but was determined to just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Don’t be afraid that you’ll run out of things to say. Anaïs Nin recognized that within the fervent writer, there is an endless supply of material, if you allow yourself to go there: “The deeper I plunge, the more I discover. There is…no limit to the acrobatic feats of my imagination.” Brenda Ueland, author of the 1934 classic If You Want to be a Writer concurred: “If you are to be a writer who writes, you will never be finished…always there will be something more to write.”

Be passionate about writing—and living. Why do women live and write in such measured ways? George Sand wrote more than seventy novels, plus scores of plays, essays, and articles, all the while enjoying scads of lovers, traveling, and cross-dressing. She was a conflicted mother, but a doting grandmother. She never did anything by halves, in life or art: “I have a purpose in view, a task before me, and, if I may use the word, a passion.” Let’s all use that word more often.

Daily life is difficult, filled with disruptions, and occasional tragedy. Write anyway. Harriet Beecher Stowe  lost four of her seven children at various stages of her life; despite crushing grief, writing apparently kept her sane, and definitely kept her family solvent. Though she bemoaned constant daily disruptions, she vowed to write a book that would change the world. This she did by devoting “about three hours per day in writing … I have determined not to be a mere domestic slave…” The book that shook the status quo, of course, was Uncle Tom’s Cabin.

Don’t let lack of confidence stop you from writing. Edith Wharton struggled with lack of self-confidence, believing she would never be taken seriously in literary circles. She started by writing nonfiction, then tiptoed into short stories, always amazed by the doors opening to her. “My long experimenting had resulted in two or three books which brought me more encouragement than I had ever dreamed of obtaining,” she wrote. In her early days as a writer, little could she have imagined that Henry James would become one of her BFFs, valuing her friendship and correspondence as much as she did his.

Embrace the inner critic. Virginia Woolf’s inner critic was active and noisy. She allowed her doubts to bubble to the surface in her journal, but they drove her to do better, rather than crush her spirit. In one paragraph she mocked her own writing, “The thing now reads thin and pointless; the words scarcely dint the paper.” A few sentences later, she says, “…I am about to write something good; something rich and deep and fluent…” Similarly, when experiencing self-doubt, many of the other Literary Ladies let the inner critic urge them to do better. Inspired by the Literary Ladies, I’ve come to think of my inner critic as a wise editor or an honest friend who won’t let me do less than the very best I can at the moment.

Visit The Literary Ladies’ Guide to the Writing Life online.

Nature is Leaden to Me–But I Figured Out Why

My previous post was a challenge.  I spent the better part of an afternoon sorting through random, uninteresting thoughts for a single exciting idea.  The children were around and as quirky as usual. I had plenty of time to write while they played with friends. Loads of books surrounded me. Still–I came up empty.  Ralph Waldo Emerson said,

To the dull mind nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

Although Emerson makes it seem like you have either a dull mind or an illuminated mind, most people experience both extremes in different ratios. All humans are dull–sometimes. But a key to Creativity is to be illuminated and excited by the world more of the time.

Recently, I’ve been reading Laura Vanderkam’s highly practical book–168 Hours:  You Have More Time Than You Think. She thinks planning days in 24-hour-blocks limits your creative accomplishments. Instead, she recommends looking at time as week-long blocks. She says,

The way I see it, anything you do once a week happens often enough to be important to you, whether it’s church, a strategic thinking session at work, you Sunday dinner with your parents, or your softball team practice.  The weekly 168-hour cycle is big enough to give a true picture of our lives.  Years and decades are made up of a mosaic of repeating patterns of 168 hours.  Yet there is room for randomness, and the mosaic will evolve over time, but whether you pay attention to the pattern is still a choice.  Largely, the true picture of our lives will be a function of how we set the tiles.

The poet Robert Louis Stevenson planned his schedule by weeks.  He said,

Even if the doctor does not give you a year, even if he hesitates about a month, make one brave push and see what can be accomplished in a week.

Your Creative energy often depends on your schedule–what gets a piece of your life and what does not. A huge part of creative accomplishment is simply getting your work done.To lose weight, you look at what you are eating and plan your meals to achieve the desired outcome–a slimmer you.  Looking at your schedule by the week functions like a food diary to show you what to cut and what you must keep in.

Schedules cannot be commoditized.  What fuels your Creativity or shuts it down is personal. Nobel Laureate for Peace Elise Weisel reads, travels and writes. But he won’t stop by the Louvre if he’s in Paris .  He says,

What is being lost is the magic of the word.  I am not an image person.  Imagery belongs to another civilization:  the caveman.  Caveman couldn’t express himself so he put images on walls.

But the philosopher Albert Camus saw things differently. He said,

A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

The point is– images stayed out of Weisel’s schedule because they dulled his Creative appetite.

Yesterday, when I realized how slow my mind moved, I looked at my previous 168 hours and immediately found what was going down. Every day, the past week,  I made time for coffee. On the day I had trouble waking to the world and posting on this blog–I did not.   And, having spent most of the previous night talking, not sleeping– the effects of skipping coffee were blaring. Could a simple cup of coffee make my world burn and sparkle with light?

Writer Martha Beck says,

Almost all my middle-aged and elderly acquaintances, including me, feel about 25, unless we haven’t had our coffee, in which case we feel 107.

But the point  isn’t to feel young.  It’s to add sparkle and light to your world–so you can do what you love, well.  I like what the highly Creative mathematician Paul Erdös said best.  He said,

A mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems.

This morning–I won’t forget my coffee.

 

No Politics? No Religion?

My grandfather had two rules for conversing at the dinner table: No talking about politics.  No talking about religion.  Every Sunday, our large extended family gathered at my grandparents’ to eat, hug, laugh and talk about everything–except, you know. I don’t remember anyone fighting or even arguing a-little-too-intensely, ever.  The two rules insured happy gatherings for decades.

Some of the best children’s literature is about happy families–think the March family of Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women, the Gilbreths of Cheaper by the Dozen and the Ingalls of The Little House on the Prairie series. But scenes of family warmth and quotidian pleasures– with no discussions on politics or religion would cut to the heart of other families, either real or literary. Grand literature wants believable heroes–tackling big problems. For some, big problems must include politics and religion.

The Russian novelist, Leo Tolstoy–for example, believed complex literary characters were unhappy by definition.  He said in Anna Karenina,

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

But Tolstoy was wrong.  Happiness does not negate complexity.  Death, disease, love and war visit everyone.  Happy families have epic struggles, too. The key to great stories lies not in whether the characters end up happy in the end- instead characters, whether happy or not, must connect to your emotions.

Literary editor Betsy Lerner says,

The more popular culture and the media fail to present the real pathos of our human struggle, the more opportunity there is for writers who are unafraid to present stories that speak emotional truth, or make such an intimate connection that briefly we become children again, listening with rapt attention, the satin binding of our blankets pulled up to our chins.

But, what is emotional truth? And, does it require tackling themes that begin wars–like religion and politics?

Emotional truth is relative–it is person specific. Politics or not.  Religion or no.  You know the emotions are right when you forget you are reading and you are no longer in your right mind, but at the mercy of a story.

A Dried-Up Brain Just Won’t Do

What you see, hear, touch and smell affects your Creative output. The materials you use matter a great deal for Creativity.

The first time I saw a real human brain, it looked a lot like a giant walnut–not live, but rather dry.  It sat lightly in the middle of a large stainless-steel tabletop.  The morgue-manager at the University where I studied human anatomy had placed the specimen on the table before any of us medical students arrived.  By the time I walked in with fifty other students, the brain sat alone like a museum piece– like a sculpture. But it wasn’t beautiful or awe-inspiring in any way.  It was just there.  Seeing that brain inspired no one to think grand thoughts about the human condition.

Two years later, I saw another brain siting atop a stainless steel table.  It had been harvested from a guy who died in a car accident just hours before. Blood still oozed from this mound of grey-pink colloidal mass. Veins crossed its surface like purple vines.  I took shallow breaths for fear of inhaling the thing’s true smell. The whole thing looked juicy and unbelievably real, but also surreal at the same time.  You could imagine it pulsating inside someone’s head, like a weaker heart. But you were totally stumped to explain how even a single thought–let alone a dream, feeling or discovery, could originate inside that thing. The biggest question in neuroscience practically slapped you upside the head,” How in the world does this 3 lb. lump–the human brain,  produce a moment of consciousness?

The picture of that juicy brain stuck with me and inspired me to regularly seek out the newest findings  in neuroscience for an entire decade.

Whatever your field—the juiciest images inspire your best Creative work.

My eleven year old daughter took Monart Art classes last summer.  At Monart art studios, you’ll never see generic watercolors from Wal-Mart.  Only high-quality, real-artist materials are given to even the youngest students. Monart students learn quickly to blend brilliant colors for greater impact and improve their creations by leaps and bounds much sooner than if they used cheap materials.

This same principle holds true for writers.  You don’t need the fastest computer to write well,  but you do need a head full of amazing images from many lives– both literary and real, to Create something that will touch the heart of another person. All Creators need inspiration and this includes high-quality–juicy, materials.

Death and Mindset

Sometime after the birth of my first child I read The Good Life: Scott and Ellen Nearing’s Sixty Years of Self-Sufficient Living. Self-sufficient living is a backward idea overall, but one powerful image of the Nearings’ story has stuck with me.   Scott Nearing died by choice.  He lived to 100 years of age and on his birthday decided he was ready to die. He stopped eating and weaned himself from water.  He sat on the porch of the home he and Ellen built and held her hand. Some hours were quiet, other times they talked about everything. Scott slowed down to stillness and one morning, a few days later, he stayed in bed. By midday he closed his eyes forever. Ellen wrote of his quiet death as a coda to a life of intense peace.

Recently, my eight-year-old son started making witty remarks or jokes trailed by the phrase “and then he [or she] died“.  He doesn’t stop to catch anyone’s reaction.  He just moves on. I don’t know if he’s thinking about death in any serious sense.  But a few evenings ago, my husband finished reading the last book of the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Halllows, in which various important and well-loved characters die.  I think my son is shedding some of the book’s intensity by treating the concept of death whimsically and lightly.

As a young man, French philosopher Michel de Montaigne obsessed about death and reading classical philosophers seemed to feed his morbid thoughts. Historian Sarah Bakewell says,

Death was a topic of which the ancients never tired.  Cicero summed up their principle neatly: To philosophize is to learn how to die.

When Montaigne wrote his own, now classic Essays–decades later, death was not so scary anymore.  He wrote,

If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry.  Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you.  Don’t bother your head about it.

Sarah Bakewell author of How to Live, or a Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer, says,

“Don’t worry about death”, became [Montaigne's] most fundamental, most liberating answer to the question of how to live.  It made it possible to do just that: live.

In any case, death of a loved one rocks your soul, regardless of how you have dealt with the concept of death in the past. About a month ago, I wrote about the predominance of death and loss in the lives of highly creative people. As for Montaigne, he came to his sanguinesque conclusion about death more than fifteen years after loosing his father, his wife and five of his six young children within one decade.  Other Highly Creative people stay in mourning-mode throughout the Creative process, from beginning to end. The excellent 2009 film Creation–about Charles Darwin, demonstrates this beautifully by highlighting Darwin’s intense inner struggle with the loss of his beloved nine-year old daughter, Annie.  Montaigne instead, seems to have gone through a lengthy mourning  period–fifteen years, before entering the Creative process.   Although Montaigne was one of the Renaissance’s most respected philosophers, he understood the world and analyzed it more like a Scientist– with detached fascination.  And Darwin, the father of modern biology–a scientist for sure, finally wrote down and published his theory of Natural Selection: On the Origin of Species to heal–more like a tortured, emotionally labile writer.

As I study the lives of Highly Creative people, I have come to notice creative-types enter the Creative process in either an archetypal Writer’s mindset–as Darwin did or an archetypal Scientist’s mindset, like Michel de Montaigne.

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