Recently I’ve been gleaning simultaneously from three different books on
writing—all considered classics. Wild Mind by Natalie Goldberg, Writing Personal
Essays by Sheila Bender and Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. An interesting experience, to say the least.
I’ve read all three in years past but felt need of a refresher
course to realign me with the true purpose of my writing efforts. If
you’ve never opened the pages of any of these excellent resources, I definitely
urge you to do so.
Natalie Goldberg’s book is a call to practice your
writing. As she writes, “Being a writer
is a whole way of life, a way of seeing, thinking, being. Writers hand on what they know.” As we
practice our writing, our minds ricochet back into memory and dreams. Her half-page Try This catapults you into areas you’ve never considered writing
about previously.
As I applied myself to doing the ten-minute exercises
suggested by Sheila Bender, I had hopes they would provide an opening to deeper
truths I’d been reluctant to explore. Instead, I find myself dwelling on the
ordinary things of everyday life. I console myself by remembering the memoirs
published by May Sarton, Journal Of a Solitude. Her book consists of excerpts from daily journals over a year's period. She writes of plants
blooming, cards and letters received, friends coming to visit or that she visited. Nothing earth-shattering or mind-blowing.
Just a recounting of those little daily victories that deserve to be
celebrated.
I saved Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird for last. She so eloquently
and concisely deals with the nitty-gritty of writing, I can only absorb what
she writes in tiny doses. I nibble and I
digest—isn’t that the best way to absorb, to make something a part of yourself?
I hope so.
I saw the title of this and thought of chocolate. :-)
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