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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

How I Work

On one of the back burners of my brain, I've been thinking about how I work, by which I mean, the conditions I like to work in.  It all started when I read a Meme on Facebook (can you believe it?), and I started noticing little preferences I had about my workspace.  When I sat down to scribble (read: type) out a thought about this phenomenon, it quickly spiraled downhill into a blog post:

Where do I write?  Theoretically, I can write anywhere, especially here in the computer age.  And I have.  I’ve written at home, in various parts of my home.  At work (only a couple times, when it was slow).  In my high school math class (when I was finished with my work – see?  I’m a good kid – really!).  During breaks at a briefing.  On my computer, my laptop, my netbook.  In a restaurant.  At Starbucks, naturally.  At Barnes and Noble.  On a walk.  On the subway.  In the car (once #hazardous, #don’ttrythisathome #SoRidiculousI’veResortedToUsingHashtags).  On the train in Germany.  At my various residences prior to the current one.  In the park.  In the yard.  In hotel rooms.  Etc.

Still, when it comes to serious, intentional, prolonged writing, a good, specified work space is a beautiful thing.  In the past, this was B&N or Starbucks, because I didn’t have a good space at home, but one can’t go to these places and purchase food and hot chocolate and Nantucket Nectars every day.  One would go broke.  Thankfully, I now own a lovely house with some architectural character, and I turned the dining room into my studio.  I have surrounded myself with beautiful things – my paintings from Afghanistan and Jordan and various other travels.  A nice display case with the artsier souvenirs from my own travels and those of family members.  And of course, my writing desk.  It’s gorgeous, and I refuse to put a computer on it – the entire surface is available to me to sprawl my notebooks, notecards, papers, pens, pencils, highlighters, books, awesome owl bookends for my most treasured art-and-God books, and my elbows; underneath is also clear, for unrestricted leg room no matter what angle I’m sitting at.  It’s wonderful.  It tends to get cluttered.

Clutter is fine.  It can be remarkably satisfying to survey a nice, productivity-caused clutter.  But leave it that way, and I find myself avoiding the desk.  So, a lesson I have learned about myself: I need a clean, organized surface to start work.  If I’m to sit down at the dining room table (where I find myself doing all of my poetry editing), the entire table must be clean and cleared of any non-poetry related stuff.  To sit and compose correspondence or write something new, my studio writing desk must be neat and tidy.  Right angles and all that, with sufficient space for my notebook and elbow-room.  Although I enjoy organization in it's place, I’m not at all a neat-freak, so I find this very interesting.

And what about time of day?  I am my most creative from the evening to the middle of the night, but that could be as much a product of my work schedule as it is of my life-long night owl tendencies.  At any rate, a nice creative prompt can help alleviate this tendency; can pull the opening hours of reflection closer to mid-afternoon.

Reading is the best prompt, because just about any genre can get the creative juices flowing, as long as it’s not on a computer.  Computers are distracting and screens are unimaginative.  Hard-copy books are portals.  Some movies or other multi-media can be very inspiring, as well, but most are just brain-suckers - great for relaxing, not inspiration.  Music can be very helpful, depending on the style, content and volume.  And listening to a good sermon, for example, can give lovely insights that may be applicable to what I’m writing, or just get the brain ticking, which is always good.  Reading the Bible does much the same, besides also having an unmatched ability to restore the mind and soul, among its other qualities.  And prayer.  Prayer is one of those things that seems intangible until you get a direct answer.  I find it very helpful to pray about my writing – I may not pen something five minutes after praying, but it always makes me open, which leads to writing sooner or later.

These are some of the things I’ve noticed about my habits as I turn my attention more and more toward serious writing.  I'm curious if others have such finicky preferences.  Somebody should do a study...

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Self-Publishing: A Few Lessons Learned

If it's been a while since I've blogged, it's because I've had a lot going on.  Work has kept me busy, I switched to night shift a couple times, I got a stomach bug, etc, etc.  And of course, I'm working on my book!  It's been quite the process, and I thought I'd share a few things I've noticed about the self-publishing process, as I have experienced it thus far:



1.  It takes FOREVER.  However long you think it's going to take you, times it by 10.  Or 100.

2.  Being professional means making time and money commitments.  Authors these days are active on social media, so I must be as well.  Authors need professional photos, so I had some taken.  A free-lance author must market their own work, so I have been doing research.  The list goes on.

3.  Better get lots of eyes on your work and be as self-critical of your writing as possible.  You want to ensure that the best work you are capable of creating (without the wisdom and assistance of editors) ends up for sale, not just some hodge-podge that was "good enough".

4.  Know your work and what you're going for, and stick to that ruthlessly.  Be decisive, and be confident in what you're doing.  My poetry book has a theme, and it's important that all the poems in the book are related to that theme.  It's also important that all the poems are of a similar quality; you don't want a really good poem you wrote a few months ago right next to a truly awful one you wrote in high school.  I've had to take poems out, add poems in, and make edits, all in the name of consistency.

5.  Don't be shy.  Talk to people who have self-published.  Send your stuff out there.  Let people know you're Creating Art.  Completely buy into your new endeavor.



I'm still learning all these things, but those are my top five lessons so far.  I'm sure there will be more...

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Lessons from a Hike


 
Trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.
                ~Proverbs 3:5-6, NIV

I spent a summer during college working at the YMCA of the Rockies in Estes Park, Colorado.  Beautiful place.  I went hiking several times, mostly short, easy hikes to amazing waterfalls and the like.  One day, having hiked with a group to a very pretty spot, one of my friends and I decided to go on.  We both wanted to see Loch Vale, and he also wanted to go up to a small glacier (I wasn’t sold on that one).  But I was still enjoying the day after we got to the lake, so I finally agreed to go with him.  It was a normal enough hike until the last half mile.  We climbed about 2000 feet in that last portion of the hike, if I remember correctly.  The last stretch saw us scrambling and slipping among rocks large and small, up a very steep incline.  I felt like some intrepid explorer.

The interesting thing was that, once we got to the rock fields, there was no more trail.  It simply ceased to exist.  We had to make our way as best we could over the difficult terrain of rocks and boulders.  We could have gotten terribly lost, but there were carefully stacked little rock piles every so often to guide us.  In between, there was nothing to indicate that we were going the right way, so we had to scan around until we saw a rock pile ahead, then make our best way to it, stop, and scan the rocks again for another marker.  Sometimes they were hard to see (they blended in, as you might imagine).  A couple of times, we had to set off in what we guessed and hoped was the right direction, before we actually saw the next marker.  I had never really done anything like that before.  It was a little exhilarating – it felt like a real adventure.  There was, though, a fair amount of uncertainty involved.  What if we overlooked a marker?  What if a marker had been knocked down?  What if we got lost?  We had to trust that the park rangers who tended the trails had kept this one in good condition.  Thankfully, the view from the glacial pool was well worth the effort and the risks.

It’s been over eight years since that summer, and I hadn’t thought much about it for a while.  But I’ve been in a similar situation in my life and walk with God.  Some changes are forthcoming – that much I know.  I’ve made the life equivalent of deciding to go hiking, deciding to go on to Loch Vale, and then the grueling and uncertain hike to the glacier.  A little while ago, I hit the metaphorical rock field.  In hiking, it doesn’t take long to see that the markers begin where the trail ends, and that you can press forward (and must) to reach your destination.  In life, we don’t always catch on so quickly.  I certainly didn’t.  I sat around looking for the trail when it simply wasn’t there.

So what’s the temptation?  Go back?  It’s certainly an option, but not one I was willing to consider.  For me, it was to do what I always do in these situations:  I tried to clear a path myself.  I knew God was nudging me forward, and fell into that old trap of thinking I needed to plan out the rest.  I wasn’t looking around for markers or anything, just clearing a path.  The ironic thing is, it’s a lot more work.  If you see a marker up ahead, it may be a bit difficult to get to, scrambling among the rocks, but you get there fairly quickly.  You try clearing a path, you’re picking up every rock.  Not only is it going to take you a lot longer to go the same distance, but your back is going to be hurting by the time you’re done.

Eventually, once I’d gotten myself twisted up enough, God got me looking for the first pile of stones.  I was surprised and happy when I found it.  I made my way there and stopped, looking around stupidly for the path I had assumed would magically reappear once I reached the marker.  There was none.  I was quicker to look for a marker this time, and again I found one.  And another.  And another.  And I suddenly remembered that summer hike in Colorado eight years ago.  Hadn’t thought of it in ages, and it came to me clearly, as a metaphor for my present situation.  I realized I’m not going to have a trail to follow for the foreseeable future.  It’s going to be glimpses of short-term direction with no clear or set way of getting there.  I will have to contend with some uncertainty and uneven ground, and I will have to wait, watch, and trust.  Since I absolutely hate uncertainty, this will be a challenge.  But God has been giving me his presence in the midst of all this fog, and much as I’d like both, I wouldn’t trade that for all the certainty in the world.  And as murky as the route may be, I can at least be certain in this: That God has a destination in mind, that he will go with me and help me get there, and that both the journey and the destination will be incredible.

-RML

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy New Year

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.
            ~Romans 7:15, NIV

Here it is already: 2014.  It's New Year's Day, and everyone (it seems) is making resolutions for 2014.  I have never made a New Year's Resolution, at least not projecting out for the entire year.  I understand it's an inspirational, empowering way to start the new year.  I understand it challenges us to better ourselves.  I understand most people don't keep their resolutions past the first few months, but that some succeed and have a great sense of accomplishment at the end of it all.  And I understand that I would be one of the former.  That's why I don't do it.

But this year is different.  This year I am putting my hand in the hand of God, and stepping out into the darkness, trusting that it will be better for me than a light, and safer than the known[1]And so, I am making a few New Year's Resolutions.  The first is to get back to work building up this blog.  My goal is to update it no less than monthly.  The second is to self-publish my poetry collection, with a goal of having it 'on the market' by the end of February.  The third is to be more disciplined in pretty much all of my habits, but I'm not sure how I should quantify that yet.  More later.  And the fourth and most important is to not only put my hand into the hand of God and step out into the darkness, but to then move forward in trust.

As we all bid farewell to 2013, I am bidding farewell to sitting still, and embracing the uncertainty of having nowhere to lay my head[2].  I am saying goodbye to putting my hand to the plow and looking back[3], and hello to John 14:13-14[4].  Goodbye status quo; hello change.  Goodbye self-reliance; hello God.  Goodbye comfortable; hello terrified.  I'll shake the dust of 2013 off my feet and move on.  No amount of doubt on my part will stop me, because my God feeds birds and clothes flowers[5].
I am ready for the New Year[6].  Are you?
  
 -RML


[1] From the poem God Knows, by Minnie Louise Haskins
[2] Luke 9:58
[3]Luke 9:62
[4] And John 15:7-8, John 15:16, John 16:23-24 and Philippians 4:13, and so forth.
[5] Matthew 6:25-34
[6]Not really, but I am determined to meet it head-on anyway.