This first one was for practice.
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Usually I write a post, then tweet a link to it. This time I tweeted a thought and now will expand on it.
The tweet: Stop thinking “This should be a book.” Start writing on the topic and see what it turns out to be. #creativity #writing
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DRIVING HOME FROM THANKSGIVING, I have a thought, and the longer I think about it, the more I think I may have something worth writing about.
“I should write a book about that,” I say.
Or maybe he says it and I nod. No matter.
Yeah, actually this idea is a refinement of another idea I thought I might write a book about.
But there’s no book.
There’s no book on the original idea nor several (dozen) before it on other topics.
Add it to the list, not the list of discarded ideas, but the list of ideas never acted upon.
This “I oughta write a book” thing is the wrong way to go about it, I think. Maybe it’s best, when an idea seems promising, to just start writing and see what form it wants to take. Maybe it’s better to write down the thought, then write down the thought that comes after it, and so forth and so on, until you’re done writing about it. Then see what it is you have.
Maybe you have a book’s worth of stuff to say.
Maybe it’s an article’s worth or a blog post.
Maybe you have thoughts that ought to go in a letter to someone – just one someone. Or an email.
And maybe, just maybe, like with this, the whole shebang can be contained within the confines of a tweet and there’s no need to expand. Still, some of us can’t resist.
Eliminate preconceived notions about what form a thing should take and just start writing. It will become clear as you go.
“The greater story is unfolding before their eyes….and they are clinging to their smaller stories.” – Tina Howard
THE FILE CABINET I want is not in stock. It’s not available online either. But I’ve already given away my old one and the files from it lie everywhere.
I glance at the line-up on the bench, the many linear inches, and see that huge chunks are unfinished manuscripts and bits and pieces of once-important ideas I never started on, clippings that once struck me, the “someday I’ll write about” things.
Are they important to me now? Do I even know what’s there?
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AN ARCHAEOLOGY intern, digging through these remains, might venture guesses about me and what presses in now. They’d get it wrong. No hint exists. Not here. There’s no room for now here.
Maybe a new file cabinet isn’t the answer.
“I can’t write the stuff I once did and I need to let it go,” I say and it seems like such an epiphany. But didn’t I say the exact same words to a friend in Texas last September?
She heard me. I was the one not listening.
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EPIPHANIES happen in an instant, but the follow-through can be long in coming.
“The greater story is unfolding before their eyes….and they are clinging to their smaller stories.” I read. Yes indeed. My feet are all tangled up in the old stuff and I have no room for what’s before me now.
Scratch file cabinet from the list. Add shredder.
Time to make room for now.
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