Twelve Children and a Fifty-Fifty Proposition Throughout

Highly Creative people keep favored routines.  This is the last post on the routines of individual Creators, historical and current. My previous post: Strict Schedule as Newbie Novelist.

Lillian Moller Gilbreth

1952: “The World’s Greatest Woman Engineer”

Inventor, Writer,

Founder of Modern Management

Mother of Twelve (of Cheaper by the Dozen Fame)

“Lillian worked hard during the Providence [Rhode Island] years.  In addition to producing a baby every fifteen months or so, she ran Frank’s business during his frequent absences, researched and wrote an entirely new doctoral dissertation, and authored most of the books and papers that appeared under Frank’s name. Although her activities and stamina seem prodigious, a typed copy of “Mother’s Daily Schedule,” dated July 11, 1912, may explain how she managed to do so much.”

Historian Jane Lancanter includes this schedule in her book Making Time: Lillian Moler Gilbreth–A Life Beyond “Cheaper by the dozen.

It read:

“The schedule includes a note in Lillian’s handwriting: ‘Important to start family off each day–’cheerful and happy.’  Eliminate worry and rush by proper planning’.”

No matter what happens I manage two hours of rest and quiet immediately after lunch. This is the best time for me as most of the children are at school and the little fellows are out of doors and the house is the quietest.’

“She neither cooked nor cleaned, and although she scheduled much more time with her children than women who work outside the home usually manage, she had assistance with the children during the hours she spent on her professional work. In fact, hers could almost be seen as a leisurely schedule.  In addition to Martha Gilbreth (her mother-in-law), who acted as household manager, an English widow named Anne Cunningham did most of the cooking, and Tom Grieves, an Irishman, became the Gilbreths’ man-of-all-work.”

“Tom did the washing, ran errands, shopped, and became somehow indispensable. The older children adored him.  He was a mimic, a dancer, a harmonica player, and a whistler, and he would bang his chest melodramatically and insist he had been a fool ever to permit himself, to be “shanghaied” into this crazy household, where the work kept increasing with a new baby every year. He would sigh deeply and say, “Lincoln freed the slaves, all but one, all but one.”

“They [lived] in a clapboard house on Brown street…it was only half a block from the Brown University campus, so although the house had a very small backyard, the children could play on the main green, at least when the students weren’t around.  They were so close to Brown (where Lillian completed her doctorate), that, Frank [Lillian's husband] joked, Lilian “could go to class and if a child fell out the window, catch him before he landed on the ground.”

“Tom and Mrs. Cunningham put the house in order.

“Much of the first floor was devoted to offices; two stenographers worked in one room, typing away from the Dictaphones that Frank and Lillian spoke into “at any hour day or night.”

“Lillian also found a well-educated mother’s helper, Helen Douglas, who was a student at Pembrike, the women’s college at Brown…Frank interviewed Helen, scaring her to death with questions about teaching, playing with, and disciplining young children. “I meekly said I’m a freshman wanting to study to be an English teacher–I’ve never been with young children so I’d just have to do what seemed proper on the occasion.”

“Frank hired her. He said, “I’ve just hired her because she doesn’t know a damn thing.” The Gilbreths sent Helen to a Montessori school to get a little training.

“With a full compliment of household assistants in place, Lillian was poised to play a more public part in Gilbreth and Company, management consultants.

“Frank wound down his construction business and became, in partnership with his wife, a management consultant.  He also participated in all childcare basic care duties and education.

Lillian said,

It was a fifty-fifty proposition throughout.  Any woman can do it with that sort of husband.

(Taken from Jane Lancaster’s book Making Time: Lillian Moler Gilbreth–A Life Beyond “Cheaper by the dozen.“, Pp. 130-132)

Strict Schedule as Newbie-Novelist

Highly Creative people keep favored routines.  For ten days I’m posting about the routines of individual Creators, historical and current. My previous post: Alkaline Water and No Coffee.

John Grisham

Novelist

When he first started writing, Grisham says, he had “these little rituals that were silly and brutal but very important.”

“The alarm clock would go off at 5, and I’d jump in the shower. My office was 5 minutes away. And I had to be at my desk, at my office, with the first cup of coffee, a legal pad and write the first word at 5:30, five days a week.”

His goal: to write a page every day. Sometimes that would take 10 minutes, sometimes an hour; ofttimes he would write for two hours before he had to turn to his job as a lawyer, which he never especially enjoyed. In the Mississippi Legislature, there were “enormous amounts of wasted time” that would give him the opportunity to write.

“So I was very disciplined about it,” he says, then quickly concedes he doesn’t have such discipline now: “I don’t have to.”

(From San Francisco Chronicle, Feb. 5, 2008, Thanks to Mason Currey)

Vigorous and Athletic

Highly Creative people keep favored routines.  For ten days I’m posting about the routines of individual Creators, historical and current. My previous post: Can’t Wait to Get to Work.

Colette

French Novelist

Colette’s late fifties were probably the happiest and certainly the most fecund years of her life. … She continued both to live and to work like an Olympian, and as must all champions, she kept in training. She walked and swam vigorously. She smoked and drank very little. She kept her muscles toned with massage. She maintained an athletic sex life.

During the summers, she adopted a frugal diet and began losing weight. Back in Paris, she consulted a fashionable quack who gave her blood transfusions–the donor was an attractive young woman–and these, she claimed, improved her vision and increased her vitality. But perhaps her most essential beauty secret was to surround herself with a circle of younger friends, male and female, whose hunger for life helped to recharge her own.

“The pleasure I take in contemplating lives on the ascendant reassures me about myself,” she said. “I see so many people who, as they age, find joy only in … their diminution!”

(From Judith Thurman’s book Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette)

Can’t Wait to Get to Work

Highly Creative people keep favored routines.  For ten days I’m posting about the routines of individual Creators, historical and current. My previous post: Scheduled Time for Her Dream.

Thomas Friedman

Writer, New York Times Op-Ed Columnist

“Honestly, I still can’t wait to get my pants on in the morning,” Friedman said. He wakes early, then exercises on a stationary bike, and if he has a column in the paper that day he’ll read it through online two or three times, asking himself, “Did I get it right?” On weekdays, he’ll head into D.C.  for a seven-thirty breakfast meeting, which is sometimes followed by an eight-thirty breakfast meeting. The [New York] Times has a floor and a half of a building a few blocks north of the White House, and three of the four Op-Ed columnists who are based in Washington–Friedman, David Brooks, and Maureen Dowd.

Friedman’s large corner office has windows that are oddly small and high, leaving wide areas of wall space. He has hung a poster of a three-masted sailing ship tipping off the edge of a flat world, which he bought long before he wrote “The World Is Flat“–attracted, in part, by the title, which is “I Told You So.”

(From The New Yorker, Thanks to Mason Currey)


Scheduled Time for Her Dream

Highly Creative people keep favored routines.  For ten days I’m posting about the routines of individual Creators, historical and current. My previous post: Worked and Dined with Satre, Her Imaginary Husband.

Sarah Susanka

Architect, Writer

I am excruciatingly aware that all my life I’ve struggled with time–how to be in it effectively.

For many years as a young adult, I was aware of my response when someone asked me how I was.  “Too busy!” I’d say.  Gradually it dawned on me that although I always thought the condition of too-busyness was temporary, it was in fact the most constant aspect of my world.

Since I’d wanted to be a writer before I knew much about anything else, I decided to build into my week some time to write.  I decided to put it on the calendar, schedule it in, just as I would a meeting with one of my clients, even though it seemed an outrageous act, given how busy I always was. I told myself I would just have to live with the consequences; the one thing I wouldn’t compromise was my writing time.

So began my Tuesday and Thursday morning meetings with myself and my computer.

At first the purpose of these morning was pretty fuzzy.  I knew I wanted to write a book about architecture, my primary passion and career direction at the time.

For several weeks I simply wrote for myself, in more or less a journal format, pondering the book’s direction.

My father’s early advice to me often echoed in my mind.  He had wisely advised me, when I was a teenager and determined to become a fiction writer, that I should wait until I had something to say before becoming an author.  During the past decade I’d frequently felt that I now had the appropriate level of expertise under my belt and I was ready to say something, but paradoxically I believed that I no longer had the time to say it.

It was only when I decided to question my belief in my own “too-busyness” that I discovered the time was there, ready and waiting.

(Taken from Susanka’s book The Not So Big Life)

Worked and Dined with Satre: Her Imaginary Husband

Highly Creative people keep favored routines.  For ten days I’m posting about the routines of individual Creators, historical and current. My previous post: Framed His Days with One Great Question.

Simone De Beauvoir

French Existentialist Philosopher, Writer

INTERVIEWER

Do you draw up a very precise plan when you write a novel?

DE BEAUVOIR

I haven’t, you know, written a novel in ten years, during which time I’ve been working on my memoirs. When I wrote The Mandarins, for example, I created characters and an atmosphere around a given theme, and little by little the plot took shape. But in general I start writing a novel long before working out the plot.

INTERVIEWER
People say that you have great self-discipline and that you never let a day go by without working. At what time do you start?

DE BEAUVOIR
I’m always in a hurry to get going, though in general I dislike starting the day. I first have tea and then, at about ten o’clock, I get under way and work until one. Then I see my friends and after that, at five o’clock, I go back to work and continue until nine. I have no difficulty in picking up the thread in the afternoon. When you leave, I’ll read the paper or perhaps go shopping. Most often it’s a pleasure to work.

INTERVIEWER
When do you see Sartre?

DE BEAUVOIR
Every evening and often at lunchtime. I generally work at his place in the afternoon.

INTERVIEWER
Doesn’t it bother you to go from one apartment to another?

DE BEAUVOIR
No. Since I don’t write scholarly books, I take all my papers with me and it works out very well.

INTERVIEWER
Do you plunge in immediately?

DE BEAUVOIR
It depends to some extent on what I’m writing. If the work is going well, I spend a quarter or half an hour reading what I wrote the day before, and I make a few corrections. Then I continue from there. In order to pick up the thread I have to read what I’ve done.

INTERVIEWER
Do your writer friends have the same habits as you?

DE BEAUVOIR
No, it’s quite a personal matter. Genet, for example, works quite differently. He puts in about twelve hours a day for six months when he’s working on something and when he has finished he can let six months go by without doing anything. As I said, I work every day except for two or three months of vacation when I travel and generally don’t work at all. I read very little during the year, and when I go away I take a big valise full of books, books that I don’t have time to read. But if the trip lasts a month or six weeks, I do feel uncomfortable, particularly if I’m between two books. I get bored if I don’t work.

(Thank you to The Paris Review and Mason Currey)

Predictable Life with Scrabble

Highly Creative people keep favored routines.  For ten days I’m posting about the routines of individual Creators, historical and current. My previous post: Schedule Queen & Mother of Four.

Vladimir Nabokov

Russian American Writer

After waking up between six and seven in the morning, I write till ten-thirty, generally at a lectern which faces a bright corner of the room instead of the bright audiences of my professorial days. The first half- hour of relaxation is breakfast with my wife around eight-thirty, and the creaming of our mail.  One kind of letter that goes into the wastepaper basket at once, with its enclosed stamped envelope and my picture, is the one from the person who tells me he has a large collection of autographs (Somerset Maugham, Abu Abdul, Karen Korona, Charles Dogson Jr., etc.) and would like to add my name, which he misspells.  Around eleven, I soak for 20 minutes in a hot bath, with a sponge on my head and a wordsman’s worry in it, encroaching, alas, upon the nirvana.  A stroll with my wife along the lake is followed by a frugal lunch and a two-hour nap, after which I resume my work until dinner at seven.  An American friend gave us a Scrabble set in Cyrillic alphabet, manufactured in Newtown, Conn.; so we play skrebl for an hour or two after dinner.  Then I read in bed—periodicals or one of the novels that proud publishers optimistically send us.  Between eleven and midnight begins my usual fight with insomnia.  Such are my habits in the cold season.  Summers I spend in the stumbling pursuit of lepidoptera on flowery slopes and mountain screes; and, of course, after my daily hike of fifteen miles or more, I sleep even worse than in winter.  My last resort in this business of relaxation is the composing of chess problems.  The recent publication of two of them (in the Sunday Times and The Evening News of London) gave me more pleasure, I think, than the printing of my first poems half a century ago in St. Petersburg.

(Thanks to The New York Times and Mason Currey)

Creativity’s Terrain, Part 4: Play Alone

You have less control over your environment and the environment in which your children grow than you think. The variables are infinite. For two weeks I’m writing about Creativity’s Terrain and the variables you can control. Yesterday I wrote about Fear and the Power of Love.

A creation of importance can only be produced when its author isolates himself, it is a child of solitude. -Goethe

Time to be alone with your thoughts is indispensable to Creation.

Inventor Nikola Tesla said,

The mind is sharper and keener in seclusion and uninterrupted solitude. Originality thrives in seclusion free of outside influences beating upon us to cripple the creative mind.  Be alone—that is the secret of invention: be alone, that is when ideas are born.

Highly Creative people are either comfortable with solitude, or fight the loneliness and play alone anyway. The point of alone-time is to let your mind wander without intrusion.  You don’t need a lonely prairie or monastery to achieve a quiet mind.  Every day, thousands sit alone with their thoughts, at Starbucks. Coffee shops aren’t exactly temples of peace and quiet.

Solitude, is a state of mind.

Literary critic Daphne Merkin felt deep loneliness as a child.  The laughing and crying and general chaos of living with five siblings seemed only to exacerbate her neurosis. She began a lifelong attachment to psychotherapy, at ten. Merkin writes,

All those years, all that money, all that unrequited love. It began way back when I was a child, an anxiety-riddled 10-year-old who didn’t want to go to school in the morning and had difficulty falling asleep at night.

What I do know, aside from the fact that the unconscious plays strange tricks and that the past stalks the present in ways we can’t begin to imagine, is a certain language, a certain style of thinking that, in its capacity for reframing your life story, becomes — how should I put this? — addictive.

As an adult, Merkin had time to work alone, but her mind still would not let her.  Entropy stood at the gates of each thought and so she sought a hand to pull her through, three times each week,  even into her 50′s. Painful though her fight against loneliness has been, Merkin found a way to achieve a peaceful mind long enough to think and write Creatively.

Find a way, a space and a time, to play alone happily.  Give your children the gift of being alone, not as a punishment, but as a lifelong treasure.

Creativity-Giving Habits

Highly Creative people are creatures of habit, with the current Creative endeavor squarely centered.   Biologist E.O. Wilson writes longhand every morning with a favorite pen on yellow, lined legal pads. The pad is placed precisely on his desk, in writing position, the night before. Playwright Julia Cameron uses a Selectric type-writer.  She says,

I feel hopelessly old-fashioned.  I have been trying to write on a computer but that has not worked for me…Surely someone knows how to use this machine correctly and it is an advantage to them, but not to me.  The computer only mirrors and amplifies my own confusion.

Apparently, she isn’t the only writer in New York preferring simpler tools.  A small shop in Manhattan still sells typewriters.  Mark, the man who helps Cameron with her typewriter says,

We have writers all over the city.  There are a lot of people who cannot work on a computer.

Writer Adam Gopnik believes you are forever stuck using the technology you know well on your 4oth birthday.  Sort of like a sleeping beauty curse, at 40, you die technologically. But there is more to habitual use of tools for Highly Creatives.  Putting in 100 hours to master a new tool is that much time away from the core work.  Time is running faster.  Albert Einstein felt this way.  As he grew older he cherished time alone to figure out the Universe.

Once the perfect combination of habits is achieved, flow, Creativity’s Nectar, comes almost on demand, like Pavlov’s dogs salivating at the sound of a bell. Flow arrives with habitual cues.  Highly Creative people know this, so they cherish habits as tools of Creation.

A habit becomes less demanding of attention and more giving of space to Create in 30 days.  I’m working on my summer schedule to include the habits I want to keep.  This morning I started a new one.  I ran, in vivo (outside, not on a treadmill), for 20 minutes.

I’ve been meaning to go for a power run (read, super-short, but energy giving) for months now.  But meaning to, is passive.  It’s a cartoon arrow, sort of pointing the way.  I’ve had good excuses to not make this an active process.  My baby still nurses every two hours around the clock, for example.  But the days are long, it’s summer, now’s the time to start these power runs. Besides, I recently decided to dot my day with  brain-refreshments.  So, I will position my running shoes and clothes perfectly to be used first thing in the morning.  I will have the baby-jogger in ready position, and I will find a new double baby jogger so I can take both my toddler and my three-month old when I need to.  This isn’t a habit yet, but I’ve got thirty days to hammer out the routine.  My Creating brain needs the extra oxygen and blood-flow running gives.

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