Yesterday, I cracked. A massive snowstorm had been swirling through the ether; leaving the house became an impossibility, and when the sun fell behind that swirling mass and we plunged into darkness, I felt supremely trapped. Cabin fever of the New England winter order. It's bad!
I sat on the bed and then decided to run outside - because the walls of the room were bearing down on me. And I flung myself out of the basement door, and launched into the three foot high snow and then decided to sit in it. At first it was remarkably comfortable like an armchair. But then I got wet and cold, and came scurrying back inside to the fire.
Anyway, the gist of it all is that I have decided that I must write. I must form my escape through the imagination, and actually make good use of this period of still and snow. And my tool for the coming days, my greatest cheerleader and wise old owl is Dorothea Brande and her classic book of 1934, Becoming A Writer.
If you've never come across this work, and you're a writer or creative soul of some kind, go to Amazon right now and order it. Dorothea was a New York editor and writer, associate editor of The American Review - and basically she was a writer's lady. She knew us creatures inside out, and even though the book was published in 1934, it still speaks loud and clear. This is creative wisdom of the highest order.
Today, I am starting with her advice of 'Writing on Schedule'. I have to pick a time in the day to write - even a 15 minute slot if that's all I can manage, and when that clock chimes I have to sit down and write. Abandon the friend on Skype, leave the dishes, halt the work emails, get off the phone - just WRITE! So, today it's going to be 11am.
I know it's going to work.. because writing just flows, and it's only through the act of writing that you unlock and awaken the magic and discover the brilliance of the artform. But it takes that first essential journey to the desk...