Friday, March 30, 2007
nine months since graduation?!? (writing as pregnancy)
I could never be at peace again till I had written ... it burned me from within. It quickened; I was with book, as a woman is with child.—C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
It sounds like a funny claim, doesn’t it? (Especially as I have never been pregnant, and arguably don’t have a clue as to what I’m talking about.) But writing does feel like a kind of pregnancy. I need to take enormous care of myself, body and mind alike, in order to produce something healthy and whole. I feel like I do everything for two reasons, for me and the book. I’m “eating for two,” as I’ve heard so many mothers say. I’m reading for two, I’m studying for two, I’m meeting new people for two.
You just never know what inspiration could be around the corner, in a chance paragraph, or an odd snatch of conversation.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
writing on the road (and the intake of air)
I spent last week in Nashville with my sister, winding through the hills and watching the trees green up. I also spent last week gasping for air.
I was diagnosed yesterday with a temporary sort of asthma. I never knew you could have “a touch of asthma.” My body decided to switch things up a bit: I had a terrible cold when I lived in Britain, and with every cold since then, my airways get all choked. So now I have an inhaler. Rats.
So, between sightseeing and debating on a route to the emergency room, I got very little writing done.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
ah, but my plan is beautiful! (or: a syllabus, at last)
I have a plan.
That sounds simple, commonplace: I have a plan. But it was a long time coming—it took lots of work and wishing to produce this plan, which is why I feel so darn smug. So now, when friends and family ask cautiously, “How’s the writing going?” I (for once!) enthusiastically reply, “It’s going GREAT!” They’re a little startled, perhaps a little relieved. And I’m ecstatic.