Remington Roundup: #Art, #CreativeExpression, & #Bravery

Woman at typewriterThe month of May brings sunshine (hooray!), hints of the lazy days of summer (ahh), and a new roundup of links to #Art, #CreativeExpression, and #Bravery.

Watch, listen, read, and enjoy.


#Art

I love this video of Shantell Martin (via The New Yorker, The Scene), “Follow the Pen,” in which she talks about drawing, letting the pen go where it wants, and creativity being “just like a language unfolding.”

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I come to a drawing with intention, a good intention to make something work. . . . I don’t plan…I trust in the pen, and I trust in this experience.


#CreativeExpression

Issue 60 of The Drum Literary Magazine offers four great stories, of fiction and non, for your listening ears and includes Melanie Senn’s essay, “The Art of Drumming Badly.” Senn doesn’t wait until the mood (or inspiration) strikes; she dives in the moment someone says, “Let’s do it.”

pexels-photo-62215I stopped caring what other people thought, and I learned to play with attitude. . . . If I tried to be a perfectionist at this juncture in my life, I’d accomplish nothing.  . . . we persist because it is fun and cathartic and makes us feel young.


#Bravery

So, we follow the muse to where she wants to go; we stop caring about what others think; then, we hit send. None of this happens without a stiff shot of courage or without the support of those around us. This month I have an essay up on Hippocampus Magazine, a piece that’s been several years in the making and one I’ve tried tackling in a myriad of ways. Many thanks to those who’ve read (and re-read) this piece in its many draft forms and to Donna Talarico at Hippocampus for finally bringing “At the Fence” to the page.

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You love a good rain, the relief after the humidity falls, the way everything outside looks so green and alive. But as you follow your mother through the field, you notice patches of dead grass drowning in puddles and clumps of clover beaten down by the storm. The air is still heavy, and you slip in the mud.

 

2 Questions that Stunt a Writer’s Progress

pencilWriters are inquisitive people. We’re always asking questions, about our characters, our story, plot points and structure. About the spelling of that word we read every day but that looks all wrong as soon as we type it on the screen. There are two questions, though, that writers should be wary of asking too often:

1. Am I a writer?
2. Am I any good?

Spend more than two minutes obsessing on those questions, and you’ll find yourself shutting your laptop, bingeing on Netflix, or knitting dishrags. Not that I’ve done either one of those things.

Am I a writer? 

This question kick starts a writer’s insatiable search for the perfect qualifier: a blog that people read, a published piece, then two. Maybe an award. Yes, that’s it. When I win an award, then I’ll be a writer.

motherwriterheartI’ve called myself a writer for several years now; I even have a t-shirt blazoned with Mother Writer on the front. But with my work published and a resume full of credentials, I still let that question sink its teeth into my confidence.

If writing isn’t my day job, does it really count?

Cathy Day–author, speaker, and literary citizen–would say, Yes:

You don’t ‘become’ a writer because of a particular degree or a particular kind of job. . . .Convincing yourself each day to keep going, this means that you are a writer.

Putting pen to paper in a disciplined way in order to create stories of one kind or another is the only qualifier you need.

Am I any good?

This question gets me even more. Just when I stake my claim as a writer (which should have been self-evident already by all the books, pens, and paper I carry in my purse), “Am I any good” creeps on up to the surface of my conscious and brings with it a nasty little lackey: “You’re probably just wasting your time.”

lemur-ring-tailed-lemur-primate-mammalOn a bad day, I check my email with the sole aim of finding a message in my inbox from the universe (or some editor of this or that) that will confirm my late-night efforts at this writing business, give me a boost of confidence, and keep me going for another year. But as long as I dwell on this kind of question and those types of affirmations, I can’t find confidence in myself.

What helps is to read what others are saying….

Jody Hedlund, on the brink of publishing her third novel, addresses negative self-talk in her post, “Is All the Hard Work Really Worth It?”:

[I]f we ever want to ‘make it’ we have to practice the power of positive thinking. . . . when we fill our minds with ‘is this really worth it?’ we’re essentially talking negatively to ourselves. While we’re wise to evaluate our situations from time to time, we can’t let those negative thoughts cloud our view—at least for long. We can’t walk around threatening to quit every time something discourages us. . . . the writing journey is a marathon not a sprint.

…and to listen to sage advice from those who’ve gone before us.

The Sun Magazine has reprinted excerpts from Citizens of the Dream, Cary Tennis’ book of advice on writing and the creative life, and that very question – “How can you tell if you have talent?” – is answered with these wise words:

[Writing] is an important act regardless of whether it garners fame or praise. So your question about talent is moot. It is more a question about how to persist in writing through the fear, discouragement, and disappointment that are endemic to the activity. . . . All the practice you get makes you better. Whatever stops you from practicing makes you worse. One thing that may stop you from practicing is the belief that you are no good. So the belief that you are no good may prevent you from becoming good — unless you persist in writing despite it.

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Then, and most importantly, he says:

For reasons psychological, spiritual, and philosophical, one must learn, through practice, to regard one’s creative work with some compassionate detachment and not to equate it with one’s worth as a person.

The truth is, we can’t avoid these two questions, but we can choose whether to entertain them or recognize them for what they are: instruments of fear, and maybe even a bruised ego at times, but certainly not a reason to quit.

Fourteen

You can only imagine.

IMG_3257After the bell rings, nobody cares about history or “the best possible answer” or the speech due tomorrow. The school door slams behind him, and at fourteen it’s Mountain Dew and the candy store and slow walks home where he talks big. Curses loud, trying on his size, your reminder that Words are power, use them wisely pushed aside. Until his best friend rams into him in fun, and soda spills on his brand new sweatshirt. The mother of all swear words flies, and yeah, he feels the power. They laugh; he grins, pelts his friend with a piece of sour candy and pops another in his mouth.

Tart and bittersweet. You can only imagine.