Wednesday, October 15, 2008

On writing (and bowling)

My senior year of high school I was short a P.E. class, so yep, I enrolled in the easiest one I could find: bowling. Now, I LIKE to bowl--I'm just not that good. I think it’s fun recreation and I especially love to take my kids. There’s something charming about watching them bend over and push the ball down the lane, see their eyes follow the big lumbering thing ping-pong back and forth between the blue, inflatable bumpers, then jump up and down, proud of themselves for just getting the ball all the way down to the vicinity of the pins.

My problem with bowling is that I’m left-handed. Left-handed and goofy-footed. And I was taught how to bowl right-handed. Needless to say, my feet are always in the wrong position, I throw the ball with a curve because the wrong hand leads (or at least my wrong fingers in the hole-thingies). The teacher (who knew me well because he was my brother’s wrestling coach) was patient with me and tried to teach me the “right” way to bowl. My friend in the class, who was also the basketball team captain, tried to help too—but I just never got it. So there it was. I wanted to get better, to bowl above a 100, but rarely did. And my competitive side burned that my athletic friend always bowled so much better than me.

I never did get over 100 more than twice that semester. But I did learn to enjoy the game more. Eventually I quit comparing myself to my friend and just tried to have fun. And I did—I lost that nervousness about stepping up to the line and I simply tried to do MY best without losing the joy of it. I found a balance between fun and the pursuit of improvement and made my peace with it.

When I first quit my PhD project to write (and stay home with my kids), I told myself I’d give writing a shot for 5 years and if I couldn’t “make a go of it,” I’d go back to work. After all, I loved studying wildlife and I loved writing—I could do either in my mind and be happy. That was four years ago and I’m no where closer to being published than I was then. And that’s okay with me now, surprisingly. Just like I did with bowling, I took writing as something I had to do perfectly, focusing on technique rather than forgetting it was something I should enjoy, a journey that should be fun. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always been something enjoyable, but I had begun to take the joy out of it. Once I realized what I was doing, I stopped trying to control the creative process—the journey. And I also had to recognize that I had no intention of quitting at my self-inflicted deadline. I just HAD to write and could not stop, published or no. Even if I went back to being a biologist, I would still have to write.

Now I bumper bowl and never care what my score is because I’m too busy clapping for my co-players, the five year old and the almost two year old. And I write—enjoying the sweet release and sheer entertainment of it. Come what may, I can not stop—I can only go forward with an internal peace in the effort rather than the result. I can’t control if anyone but me will like my writing, but I can control my own balance of writing my best and enjoying the process. Today I can honestly say I’m proud of myself for just getting the ball down to the pins, for just finishing the novels I set out to write.

For the few of you (two? one?) out there who read this blog, what is it that you can not stop doing? What is it that’s a pleasant journey, despite the end result?

Monday, October 6, 2008

A Thousand Reasons Why...

I could name a thousand reasons why I write. Unfortunately, the dozen reasons NOT to write seem to be lately winning out more than I would like:

1. Illness by many around me.

2. A dirty house.

3. Laundry. Does it ever end?

4. Children need played with.

5. I need to exercise.

6. Children need fed.

7. Internet. Why does "researching" the industry take precedence even at 4:30 am??

8. Paying bills.

9. New episodes of The Office.

10. A really good book.

11. Church responsibilities.

12. Last of the season barbecues.

(And I might as well include 13 and 14 as well, since I'm being so honest.)

13. Helping at my daughter's school.

14. Long, hot baths.

BUT on a positive note, Courtesy and Patience has been through a few rough drafts now and the new Cierra and the Sands of Tyne is outlined and started. It's tentatively called The Lost Bloodstone and CSOT becomes more of a prequel with its creation. So really, despite the distractions, the thousand reasons to write are proving tough opponents (but not as much as I would like).