This is a an essay from my best friend, sister and soul-mate in writing Shelly Weathers.. I couldn’t agree with her more. I don’ think her statements here apply only to writing, but to the entire creative process. The balance between sacred space and necessary output is one that is hard to manage as my son and daughter can also attest (vision and production artists, not writers). And like Shelly, I do not believe that I must lose sleep in order to be a “serious writer”. My writing floats around in my head waiting to come to fruition on the page….but it waits until the RIGHT moment, not just any old in-between-the -dishes-and laundry time.

(And, yes, I am the one that sent the Pema Chodron quote…..)

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A work in progress A work in progress

Consider this conversation I had with my nine year old today:

“I need some stuff so I can write a letter to my cousins.”

“That’s a great idea. What do you need?”

“Pajamas, purple ink pens, lined paper, a cup of yogurt—no—a carrot so it won’t melt under the blanket, ice water in a bottle, one of the red blankets—the small ones, not the short ones because those won’t cover my whole body, and a fan right over me so I don’t get hot under the blanket, and the flashlight so I can see.”

“Why not leave the blanket off? So you have light and air.”

“No.”

“But if you’re too hot?”

“I have to be under the blanket to write what I’m thinking about.”

“Can you share with me what you’re thinking about?”

“Whatever I come up with while I’m writing.”

A peek at creative necessity A peek at creative necessity

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