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Oh, the Irony (or, Writers Block as a Greek Tragedy)

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I am always a little scared to use the word irony in a sentence. People who know the true meaning of irony seem to get awfully angry – or at least sickeningly patronising – when somebody uses it the wrong way. Poor old Alanis Morissette. So I generally try to avoid it altogether.

Nevertheless, I am feeling a little brave today. Irony, according to the Oxford dictionary, is the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect; a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often wryly amusing as a result; and a literary technique (dramatic or tragic irony), originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions is clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character. I think my situation falls within the realm of the second definition. Maybe. To be honest, I don’t really know.

Anyway, what I was going to say, and please don’t crucify me if I have this wrong, was that isn’t it ironic that the day I sit down to write a post about the nonexistence of writer’s block, I have writer’s block? Well? Is that the correct usage? Hm. Actually, don't tell me. I'm sensitive like that.

My intended denunciation of writer’s block was inspired, in part, by Phillip Pullman’s damning dismissal of it:

Writer's block…a lot of howling nonsense would be avoided if, in every sentence containing the word WRITER, that word was taken out and the word PLUMBER substituted; and the result examined for the sense it makes. Do plumbers get plumber's block? What would you think of a plumber who used that as an excuse not to do any work that day?

The fact is that writing is hard work, and sometimes you don't want to do it, and you can't think of what to write next, and you're fed up with the whole damn business. Do you think plumbers don't feel like that about their work from time to time? Of course there will be days when the stuff is not flowing freely. What you do then is MAKE IT UP. I like the reply of the composer Shostakovich to a student who complained that he couldn't find a theme for his second movement. “Never mind the theme! Just write the movement!” he said.

Writer's block is a condition that affects amateurs and people who aren't serious about writing. So is the opposite, namely inspiration, which amateurs are also very fond of. Putting it another way: a professional writer is someone who writes just as well when they're not inspired as when they are.

He’s not the only one. Cyrese Covelli says: Writer's block doesn't exist...lack of imagination does. Warren Ellis opines: Writer's block? I've heard of this. This is when a writer cannot write, yes? Then that person isn't a writer anymore. I'm sorry, but the job is getting up in the fucking morning and writing for a living. My favourite tweeter Steve Martin jokes: Writers block is a fancy term made up by whiners so they can have an excuse to drink alcohol.

Harsh, yes? I think I needed to hear it, though. "Writer's block" evokes the idea of a kind of ailment; one which is out of the writer's control and can only be overcome with time or, as Pullman says icily, inspiration. I think these writers are right when they say that writer's block is an excuse concocted by failing, depleted wordsmiths, whose self-doubts are quelling their creative spirit. Clearly, it is something that needs to be conquered, if I ever want to succeed as a writer.

As superficial as it may seem, however, I suspect that I would feel a whole lot more inspired to write if I were being paid for my troubles. If writing were, as I hope it one day will be, my vocation. Maybe if I were, if not financially compensated, well-regarded. Honestly, I think it would be enough to be instilled with some sort of confidence that I was on the right path. Some assurance that my efforts are not for nothing; that they are leading somewhere worthwhile. 

That is why, I think, aspiring writers tend to be at their best when they are locked inside a little bubble, spurred on by a sudden spark of inspiration that envelopes their being, shielding them from their self-doubts. As much as I write for the love of writing, it often seems fruitless. Which doesn’t make me want to stop writing altogether, but does hinder my completion or commencement of things because, let's face it, it is scary to think that I am expending all my time, energy and passion going about things the wrong way (if there is such a thing). So that is why I continually search for inspiration, trying to look for a sign, attempting to find something unique and brilliant inside of me, which will set me apart from all the rest.

And here I can use the third definition of irony, which is that of a Greek tragedy. I am the character, you are the audience. Reading this, you are all thinking, "So, aspiring writer, here is your problem in a nutshell: You cannot write, because you want to be a writer, and you are not." The solution is, obviously, to write. Argh! 

I think the best advice I have ever received is from Susan Maushart, in an interview I conducted for this blog. Her advice for aspiring writers: Write as if it were a job, not a hobby (or it always will be). There it is: the key. Whenever I feel myself becoming paralysed by writer's block, I should place myself under a delusional spell. Imagining that writing is my job. Imagining that I don't have an exam tomorrow or a shift at work in an hour. Imagining that people are reading my writing. Imagining that I am being paid hundreds of dollars to write a column. And maybe one day, my imaginings will come true.

Planting Seeds

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There is something demoralising about openly identifying yourself as an aspiring writer. It is a little humiliating, in all honesty. "Aspiring" indicates falling short of reaching dream, attracting questions about talent or drive. "Writer" is often perceived as dreamy, silly, unattainable, impractical. In constantly striving to prove yourself, trying to convince others that you do have talent and you will succeed, it is easy to get mired in the rejection, disappointment and silence. The question is: how can we overcome the low points to achieve the high ones?

I have figured out a system of my own. Of course, it may not work for you, but I'd like to think that it is a one-size-fits-all kind of thing. I call it planting seeds. Put simply, it consists of maintaining a continuous cycle of sowing future opportunities for myself - the idea being that I will always be spurred by the unremitting hope that my next opportunity could be just around the corner.

The seeds can take any form, big or small. Pitching to magazines. A request for an interview. An email to a writer I admire. A new blog post. A comment on someone else's blog. An offer to do a guest post. Reaching out to a fellow aspiring writer. A synopsis to an agent. A tweet. Buying a book on the Book Depository. An article to an editor. The list goes on.

Of course, the nature of the game is that not all of these ventures will be fruitful. In fact, most of them won't amount to anything. Some may offer hope, only to be dashed. Some may involve a long, drawn out, excruciating wait, only to fade into nothing. Some may be met with resounding silence. But that's okay. Because every so often, there will be a flower waiting for me. One which instills my confidence and validates my dream, gently setting me back onto my writing path. Like the time one of my favorite writers endorsed my blog. Or when a prominent book agent encouraged me to send her my manuscript. Or when a beauty writer I admire invited me to do a guest post on one of my favourite sites. Or when some of my most beloved writers agreed to be interviewed for this blog. Or all of the amazing messages of support I receive from my friends and the people who read my writing. All of these things are incredibly uplifting, and often surface at the most opportune times. Which helps to give me the strength to go on, and not give up.

I'd be dishonest if I didn't divulge the disappointments I have faced. The numerous articles I have submitted to my favorite magazine to no reply. Or a magazine editor telling me that she would love me to write for her but never responding to my follow-up phone calls or emails (carefully spaced to minimise annoyance, of course). Or when a piece I had spent weeks writing went completely unnoticed on my blog. Or the multitude of correspondence which has been ignored, sometimes by my idols. These hiccups may seem small and petty but, as much as it pains me to admit, they are met with a jolt of devastation. We would all like to think that we are special - that one day, somebody will recognise our unique talent and give us our big break. But sometimes it's not luck or birthright that builds our success. It's perseverance. Practice. The art of failing - falling flat on our faces and dusting ourselves off, getting right back up and running straight toward the brick wall again. Because, one day, it may magically transform into an open door. (You know, like Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters.)

So, in conclusion: plant seeds. No matter how few of them blossom, keep going. Persevere. As long as we do, we can nurture the hope of achieving our goals. The second we lapse, we expose our hearts to self-doubt and fear, hindering ourselves. The truth is, all the strength and endurance we need can be sourced from the dream itself, as long as we are clear enough about it. Published articles, a newspaper cadetship, an internship at a magazine, novels... whatever our aspiration, it can only be ours if we don't give up. And so it is the promise of the next flower, just within our grasp, that keeps us moving and climbing to reach the top of the mountain. Until we reach the beautiful garden of our dreams.  

(Picture via Pearled)

Daily Rituals

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If you have ever read my personal blog, Life.Beauty.Laughter., you will know that I have a little writing crush on Sarah Wilson. I just think she is wonderful. So it should not come as a surprise that this post is inspired by one that Sarah wrote a while ago, about perving on other people’s daily rituals.

Sarah is big on routines, especially in the mornings. I would love to have one of my own, but I have lapsed so many times. I think it is a combination of being whimsy, flighty and lazy. My daily activities fluctuate according to my moods, sleep patterns and ensuing deadlines. Still, I am enamoured with the idea of a routine, one which will instil my life with some much-needed balance,  focus and peace of mind.

Daily rituals seem to be common amongst writers and deep thinkers, both of which I hope to be one day. Some of my favourites include:

Toni Morrison. Writer Toni Morrison describes not only her daily routine, but the importance of rituals to writers. Morrison describes her own ritual involving making a cup of coffee and watching the light come into the day. Her habit of rising early was first formed as the mother to three children, but after her children left home, she discovered a routine of her own–that still includes early mornings. Morrison urges all writers to look at what time of day they are most productive and what type of surrounding is most conducive to their work to help form rituals that will promote creativity.
Simone de Beauvoir. French writer and lifelong companion to Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir reported that she got bored if she didn’t work and tried to work every day except the few months she would take off to travel. While writing, she woke with tea, then began her work around 10:00. She would work until 1:00, then have lunch and socialize with friends. At 5:00, she would resume working, usually at Sartre’s apartment, until she would stop for the day at 9:00.
Haruki Murakami. This popular Japanese novelist sticks to a specific daily schedule that begins at 4:00 when he awakes. He writes for five or six hours, then either runs 10k or swims 1500 meters (or sometimes, both). After his workout, he reads and listens to music until he goes to bed at 9:00. Murakami claims that writing a novel requires both the physical and mental strength that his routine provides.

Those of you who read my blog will also know that I adore Haruki Murakami. I am currently reading his memoir, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, an exploration of the way his vigorous exercise regime has sharpened his writing talent by providing him with focus and endurance, both of which Haruki identifies as essential characteristics of a novelist (along with, of course, talent). The process of writing a novel, Haruki explains, is like digging a deep hole.

I have to pound the rock with a chisel and dig a deep hole before I can locate the source of creativity... The whole process – sitting at your desk, focusing your mind like a laser beam, imagining something out of a blank horizon, creating a story, selecting the right words, one by one, keeping the whole flow of the story on track – requires far more energy, over a long period, than most people ever imagine.

Reading his memoir, I can see that it is Haruki’s strength, maturity and grounded sense of self that makes his writing so deep and magical; he is, undoubtedly, one of my writing idols, and I would be beyond thrilled if, one day, I could write with a single ounce of his elegance and profundity. At 21-years-old, I don’t feel as though I will be able to emulate Haruki’s wisdom anytime soon. I do think, however, that a lovely daily routine, one like those espoused by Sarah, will help me to cultivate my writing skills. A routine which suits me to the core, fills my heart and brings me joy. One that instils a sense of calm and provides me with the strength to dig the deep hole Haruki speaks of. For, when we waste time and energy worrying about pointless things like what to have for breakfast and where we left our car-keys, it is difficult to find the focus and endurance needed to ponder the mystery of life; and even more impossible to solve it. 


(Picture via M Dash)

Begin

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I am a writer.

Of course, when I say “writer”, it is in the whimsical, organic sense of the word reserved for young, naïve idealists like me (a university student who lives with her parents and still receives pocket money every month). I am a writer simply because I write. I put pen to paper, fingertip to keyboard (or these days, touch screen) and create words, phrases, stories and worlds. I do not believe that I have any special knowledge or experience that entitles me to distinguish myself as a writer; in fact, the opposite is true. My passion for writing has instilled within me a desire to explore, navigate, and, eventually, infiltrate the mysterious and exclusive world of writing.

You see, I would like to make a good first impression; and the last thing I want is for you to think to yourself, “oh this girl, she calls herself a writer yet she has no credentials, nothing to prove herself! Who does she think she is?” I have not started this blog because I want to provide my readers with patronising advice on how to write, rules about writing or what it means to be a writer. All I want to do here is to create a little sanctuary for writers, whether they are accomplished or just aspiring (although I like to think, quite selfishly, that accomplished writers have no need for websites like these because they have no self-doubts, writer’s block, loneliness...), to find some inspiration. 

The name of this blog, Doorways, is intended to have a double meaning. As you may have already guessed, it refers to getting a foot in the door, breaking into the industry. What may not be so obvious is that the name was initially inspired by a line in one of my favourite songs,  Begin by the wonderful Ben Lee from his album Awake is the New Sleep*:

When I hit a wall/ I look up at the sky

Above all, I want this blog to be a place for writers to be able to seek solace when they hit that inevitable dead end. Trying to break into a fickle industry in which success relies upon originality and inspiration, yet doesn't seem to nurture it, can be incredibly demoralising. When we reach the depths of despair, acquiescing to the obstacles and disappointments peppered throughout the roller-coaster ride that is the foray into the writing world, we should look up from the blank page in front of us. Open a door and let in some fresh air. Make a cup of tea and sit in the garden. Visit this blog and, hopefully, feel inspired.


*Please download this song if you get a chance, it is full of beautifully poetic little gems. “Each footstep/ Is a new love letter” is another favourite.

(Photographs via Conversations About and Iain Kendall)