The ritual is the key

The ritual is the key


Writer’s block.  Sitting down at your computer and having ZERO thoughts.  It’s not a new problem, or even a particularly interesting question, unless it applies to you.  There is no “right” answer to the question “how do I defeat writer’s block”.  There are many, many answers.  The challenge is discovering the method that works for you.

I have had a serious, long-term problem with sitting down at my computer and starting to write.  I get caught up in all the decisions. What do I write about?  Should I work on my novel, my blog, or free-write something that I might be able to use in either?  If I can decide what type of writing I will do, then I can’t decide what to write about.  My head swirls with thoughts like: do I just keep writing where I left off last time?  what is a good topic for a blog post? should I just work on my character’s background?

So instead of writing, I look around for inspiration to answer my questions.  I start reading blogs, listening to podcasts, or looking up information online about writers that I admire, as if reading about creative people will somehow give me ideas on what to write about.  I search out an “Ah -ha” moment that will propel me into my writing like a skier landing a downhill jump.  What I really need to do is just sit down and get to work.  I know this in my rational brain.  But my creative brain is still constipated.   I can’t squeeze an idea or even a few pretty words out onto the page no matter how hard I try.

Some say “just write anything, it doesn’t matter what it is, as long as you are writing.”  Well, I have done that, and I have thousands and thousands of words sitting on my hard drive that don’t make up anything readable.  There is no theme, no cohesion, and no thought process.  It is just writing.  There is no purpose or thought beyond getting words on a page.

I recently started reading a book by Twlyla Tharp called The Creative Habit, and the first chapter makes an important point.  She explains how important it is to have a ritual that comes before whatever creative exercise you are attempting.  This was a kind of “aha” moment for me.  It makes so much sense.   I immediately thought about the fact that I am a runner, and how many tiny little rituals that I have that lead up to each and every run.

I run every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.  I aways set out for my run in the late afternoon, around five pm.  So around four thirty, I start thinking about the upcoming run.  Then I change into my running clothes.  I even have a certain order to how I put on my clothes, an order not developed on purpose, just out of habit, routine.  Then I stretch.  It is at this point that the run is really a done deal for me.  Once I have my running clothes on, I am committed to the run, no matter how I feel or what comes up.   I put on my watch, queue up my playlist, and attach my headphones.  Lastly, I put on my running shoes.  I makes sure the laces are tight around my foot but not too tight at the top.  I double knot them so they won’t come unlaced during my run.  Once my shoes are on, there is nothing else to do but go out the door.  And once I am out in my driveway, there is really nothing else to do but start running.  Each of those small routines leads me to my run, like a five lane road gradually narrowing down to one lane.  One choice.  And the fact that I have done that same routine over and over for years makes it easier to get the exercise done on a regular basis.

Now the challenge for me is to find a group of small rituals similar to my running ones, that will lead me to my computer and get my fingers moving on the keyboard.  Easier said than done.  Writing and running are very different activities.   Currently, I have a general time in the afternoon when I want to get some writing done.  That’s it.  I don’t have a specific time, or specific clothes, and I don’t need to go outside to write.   I need to find rituals that will help push past the swirling thoughts to a place of focus and creative thinking.  Specific activities that will gradually narrow those lanes, step by easy step,  so that when I am sitting in front of my computer screen, I have nothing else on my mind but writing.

As I write this, nothing specific comes to mind right away.  I can think of things that I SHOULDN’T do as I am preparing to write.  Those would be social media, YouTube, and the ever-tempting google search.  I need to remove those things from the space where I write.  Currently, my laptop sits on my desk in my study.  I use my laptop for all of my computer work — both writing and all of those other things.  Somehow, I need to make that space sacred for writing.  So how do I do that?  I don’t have another room and I can’t afford another laptop just for social media and email.  I could disconnect from the internet during writing time.  That would prevent me from going on social media, but it still wouldn’t make the space sacred for writing.  I could cut out social media and YouTube entirely, but that would mean also cutting out some things that are valuable resources for my writing.  (As well as cut me off from many of my friends who are only accessible to me through social media.)  My husband suggested that I only use social media and YouTube on my iPad or my phone.  Even though I don’t like it (I like the bigger screen), it is probably the best suggestion.  It would keep those mind-consuming activities out of my study and away from my writing space.

But yet, I still find myself with writing constipation when I sit down in my chair and try to write.  I need steps that will bring me to the chair, so that I can quiet and still my brain in preparation for sitting down and facing the screen.  I could set aside a specific time during my day when I write.  If I schedule my writing time “from 2:30pm to 3:30pm”, then I will start preparing mentally around 2 pm, knowing that I have to be ready.   I could make coffee or tea for a caffeine boost, and put on a specific piece of clothing in preparation for my writing.  I could have a “writing cardigan”, or “writing slippers”.  Twyla Tharp recommends that I “sit alone in a room and let your thoughts go wherever they will”.  She suggests trying this “mental wandering”, or daydreaming for one minute, and work up to ten minutes, or however long it takes to ensure that something interesting will come to mind.  It will increase my tolerance for solitude and help me transition to my writing mind.  These are all things that I plan to try.

If you have any rituals, steps, or practices that you use to accomplish something that is difficult for you to do on a regular basis, please share in the comments below. I would love other creative input.


The other shoe and other cliche’s

One minute.  That’s all it took.  After ten years of careful management, control, and care, it only took one minute to completely destroy my life.  It’s not like I didn’t expect it.  Ever since the thing that I saw by the swings when I was ten years old – the thing that I swore I would never tell anyone — I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop.  It was inevitable.  What goes around comes around.  It was only a matter of time.  Yes, these are cliche’s, but have you ever noticed how much the world runs like a cliche’?   Call it what you want.  I have always known that the other show would drop.  But I didn’t expect it to RAIN shoes.  I didn’t expect this.  Not even close.

It was a gorgeous, clear blue sky day.  As if the sky was lulling me into a sense of complacency and my worrying mind was distracted from its job.  Because if I had been worrying, it wouldn’t have happened.  Sound silly? Maybe, but I know it to be true.  I know it as certain as I am standing here.

Magical thinking.  A bad thing?  Not always.  We tend to imbue some words with emotions and feelings, and the word “magical” is one of those words.  The word “magic” gives us feelings of hope and possibility and “just tap those ruby slippers”.  Rational thinking is the enemy of magic.  Rational thinking stifles the imagination and creativity.  Magical thinking takes you to hope and to possibility…  That is what is sounds like it should do, but it doesn’t.  Ironic?  Yes.

Why is magical thinking a bad thing?  According to my doctor, it is because I start making cause-and-effect connections that aren’t real.  Like, if I am as conscientious as possible with regards to my personal environment, then I will be safe from dying of a deadly disease or worse, causing someone else to die of a deadly disease.  My doctor says this isn’t how the world works, and I would feel better if I could accept that, but I disagree.  I choose to believe in my magical thinking because otherwise what is there to hold on to?

You see, I have this fear.  It is my biggest fear.  For most people, their biggest fear is death.  My biggest fear is causing the death of someone else.  Sounds like it would be an easy fear to have, right?   Just don’t go out and kill anyone. Simple.  Done.  But people inadvertently cause the death of others all the time.  I knew a boy in high school who brought his dad’s gun to school for show and tell.  He thought it wasn’t loaded, so he pointed it at a girl and “pretend” pulled the trigger.  He killed her.  And then there was that head-on collision last winter between two cars on 68th street.  A sixteen year old driver lost control and hit another car head on.  She hit a mother driving her four year old son home from school.  He died.  I’m betting that the girl and the mom wish they had died.  How do you go on living after something like that?  And then just last week, there was a young woman who killed three children crossing the road to their school bus.  It wasn’t because she disregarded the buses stop signals, it was because she was on an unfamiliar road, coming around a blind curve, and by the time she saw the bus it was too late to stop.  Plenty of blame to go around in hindsight, but in the moments, just some judgment error, maybe a moment of inattention, or not focused enough. Everyone does these things.  It could have been me.

Lack of vigilance can get people killed.  I learned that the hard way.  And I am grateful for every day that I have had to make up for the bad thing that happened.  The thing that could have been a much, much worse thing.  The time I lost focus and almost —- I can’t go there, because if I do the sweat will start and then the spinning and pretty soon I won’t be able to function at all.  I need to be alert, look forward, lock up everything tight so that I know I am safe.  Safe from the blackness of guilt.  I thought I was doing good.  I thought I was doing what I needed to do so the bad thing could never happen again.  But then came the beautiful, blue-skied day.   I should have known.  I should have seen it for what it was — the shoe about to drop.

I’m Afraid I’m Going To _____

Die.  That is how I would finish my sentence.  Most of my obsessive thoughts have to do with avoiding or averting a perceived threat to my life.  I have an irrational fear that the choices that I make will inadvertently lead to my death.  Therefore I must be vigilant and careful with my choices and surroundings.

I have searched my memory in an attempt to understand how my thinking got to where it is now.  Most kids are fearless, and have little understanding of death, and I was like most kids.  Yes, I was always a cautious child, a typical first born, but I wasn’t worried about dying.  But then in elementary school, my classmate and his family were in a car accident and his mother and sister were killed. They were just on a family drive to their grandparents and the wind blew the car into a guardrail.  That is when I discovered death as a real and scary thing that didn’t just happen to old people.   

I also remember an incident a few years later that probably cemented the way that my young brain interpreted those deaths.  I was swimming on a small lake with two friends, and I got stuck under water for what was probably about thirty seconds, but felt like minutes.  I panicked.  I thought I was going to drown because I hadn’t been careful.  A friend helped me, get out, but I was left with an overwhelming fear that one moment of impetuousness had almost killed me.  At least that is how my young mind saw it.  It wasn’t an accident, it was my fault.

From then on I found myself drawn to stories about people surviving  unimaginable tragedies, both in my reading and in media.  I think I believed that somehow I could learn how to either avoid, or at least develop a strategy for dealing with the inevitable disaster that I was sure was hurtling toward me like a freight train.  I couldn’t count on my continued vigilance.  The other shoe was going to drop.  Sometime.

I didn’t discover a plan or a strategy.  Instead, I only fed my worrying, fretting, monkey mind.  There were so many possibilities, so many choices to be made all day, every day.   Should I choose for others or for me?  For long-term or short-term?  To get through or go forward? And on and on and on and on it went, spiraling all the way down.   The Germans even have a word for this : Zerrissenheit.  

Anxiety writer Sarah Wilson, in explaining the philosopher Kierkergaard’s take on choice and anxiety writes: “…even the smallest decisions open us up to the realization the the possibilities are limitless.  When we see this limitlessness, we must also face, well, that it all ends soon enough in death.”

What I crave is a still point, a space away from the choices that define me.   A space between the chaos and yet among it that is blissful and oh so rewarding.  I seek a path for my days that does not spiral, but instead ripples.  The stress and anxiety will always be there, but I seek a way to make those battles matter, to feel like they move me forward in my understanding of myself, and ultimately inform better and better choices.  And my hope is that along with those better choices comes less anxiety about making choices.

Until then I sit here in a spiral of anxiety, fretting and wondering if one of the choices that I made has finally made that other shoe drop.