For all that I’m working dayshift now, I’ve worked three nights this week. Hmmm. This is an AWFUL picture of me, but my friend Nichole took this of me last night, at work, trying on my top-down Noro raglan a la Glampyre.
You put all the stitches on yarn holders and see if the underarms meet. If they do, cool. If they’re close to meeting, and do meet with a little yank, you shrug and say, “eh, close enough,” like I did. It might be a SMALL cardigan, but it’ll be cute. Hell….
I’ve been doing my writing re-reading lately. This week I re-read Ueland’s If You Want to Write. I love this book, I really do. Ueland was a free, elemental writer, one who just didn’t give a crap about what the world thought in a time when a great deal of the western world was re-discovering criticism. She didn’t care. She just wrote, freely, quickly, with love and honesty. Truth and passion. And think about it, aren’t these the two things we strive for most in our lives and in our writing? Or if they aren’t, shouldn’t they be?
At the end of the book she talks about the writing of her book. Someone asked her what kind of planning she was putting into it. She had a moment of panic, and then she said to him,
“No, I haven’t planed it. I wouldn’t think of planning it.”
For when you begin to plan such a huge edifice of words, your heart fails you. It is too hard. It will never get done, it is too complex and frightful. No, write what comes to you now. More will come later…..
You write and plan it afterwards. You write it first because every word must come out with freedom, and with meaning because you think it is so and want to tell it. If this is done, the book will be alive. I don’t mean that it will be successful. It my be alive to only ten people. But to those then at least it will be alive. It will speak to them. It will help to free them. (p.168)
No, write what comes to you now. More will come later. And isn’t that the most exciting thing to hold in your heart? So many times I’ve had a wonderful idea and written a brief line about it, meaning to get back to it later, to work it in in the eighth chapter or somewhere else down the line, and I lose it entirely. Even if I remember what I meant, the instant of passion isn’t there anymore. Even in blogging this happens. I’m walking home from the grocery store, and a little girl rolls a ball to me on the sidewalk under the trees just getting their fall color, and I roll it back to her, smelling the lavender bush I’m standing beside, thinking this is a moment I want to write about. I get home and if I don’t write it (as I didn’t two days ago), it’s mostly gone. I can grapple with the skeleton of it, but the passion and truth of it has escaped.
Pioneer Melissa has been thinking about it lately, too. I like knowing there are many like me, with scraps of paper around the house Just In Case, others who are busy reminding themselves to “Write what comes to you now.” Don’t forget, more will come later. We are inexhaustible. It’s magic.
Whew. Didn’t know I even HAD a soapbox around here. Off to get my hair cut. Write! Knit! Do a little dance!
Ruth in Houston says
See me Knit?
See me Knit more.
See me Knit more -’cause I don’t write.
See me Knit more and dance – I do dance.
Have fun writing and keep it up.
Love your blog
Pioneer Melissa says
I love writers talking about writing (including you, a writer, writing about other writers writing about writing – :D). I just looked up the Ueland book — was it really written in 1938?
alison says
Rachael, Rachael, Rachael. First of all, this photo totally cracks me up — and like Cari’s boy’s sock, it’s probably hilarious only to knitters. “What the hell is she doing?” “Oh, well, you know, she’s wearing a yoke. And it makes her *that* happy!”
Thanks for sharing Ueland. I’ve never heard of her, but I’ve made a note to find out more. I haven’t done any creative writing in years, but I often think of picking it up again. I do keep a journal, and I have trouble sometimes writing with truth and passion even there.
And thanks for reminding me that I meant to write about a moment that happened the other day: Billy went to bed early, and when I came into the bedroom, the light was still on but he was asleep, and two subscription cards from Bust magazine lay on the bed beside him. It was a good little snapshot.
Em says
Aw, those are really inspirational words–I’m going to look into this book, too. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about moving away from academic writing back into fiction…even though pretty much all academic writing IS fiction writing…I just make this stuff up, folks…anyway. It’s a panicky moment when I show up at the BLOGGER page and all my ideas vaporize, but I haven’t quite gotten to the post-it note stage (except for the diss, and hardly any of them make any kind of sense two days later).
Em says
Crap, see? I totally forgot to say “Awesome yolk, chica!” The Noro is beautiful. I want a close-up!
Cari says
A happy girl and her yoke, what more could you ask for? Great photo 🙂
And yes, truth and passion. Thanks for that.
greta says
Too many yoke jokes to pick just ONE (giggle)
I am LOVING the Ueland book.(and it is loving me back…wow.) Also ordered scary man’s writing book AND bird by bird…which I read before but must have loaned to somebody I thought *really was* a writer.
You’ve touched my heart, in more ways than one.
That spark that nearly went out after so many dousings
appears to be burning brightly once again….
Muchas, muchas, gracias!
(and here’s where you say…) D’NORO
oh never mind,just ignore me, I’m HIGH on ART 🙂
and I aint comin down for nobody…