You’re alone in the quiet, at home. You grab a book.
If it’s a novel, it’s perfect : you get into a dream. You see things…
Tonight I wanted a conversation instead. So I picked a book from Siri Hustvedt (The Shaking Woman) and a glass of Chardonnay.
I opened the book in the middle of random (it’s something I love to do) and read great pages about how a new born baby and his mother stare at each other. This deep each other’s look means so much, so many things happen. A bond is building. An intelligence is blooming…
(I remember I did this, with Lili and Eliette, my daughters)
Hustvedt explains that if a mother talks to a baby and waits a little, the baby answers – in his own… voice.
An essay is like having a part of a conversation. The part where you just listen. Just choose your partner well! It’s OK – even if you miss the partner’s questions, the slow ping-pong of spirits.
And the eyes…
I wrote this. Now I’m back to my chair. Bidou the cat on me knees. Hi Siri!
Thanks for reading!
There are many ways to blog. You can write a novel chapter by chapter, or you can “react” to news in the world, or comment fashion, or new trends in food. You’re good.
My article talks about bloggers who needs ideas and inspiration. This is what I try to do, and I like this way, because it puts your brain in alert. You glean…
You read a magazine, you talk with a friend, you got and email, you have a walk around the block, you bake, or you take a shower : Bim! (this is the sound of an idea coming to you).
(The symbol is a bulb over your head, right?)
You hurry to sit in front of your computer. You click on “Write”, while your brain is already organizing things…
What begins commands. We all have our patterns, and when you start you more or less know where you’re going.
My tool here is :
Dial : Beware of “What begins commands”, because it’s too easy. You follow one path but :
- you could lose branch points
- you could ignore good bypasses
- your steam can hide possibilities.
Lever : Stand up, for blog’s sake! Finish your article if you’re too excited, but at one point, don’t publish. Stand up. I mean for real! Stand up and go away. Open a window. Wash a cup and a fork. Pet a cat. Breathe.
Flaubert, the French author who wrote Madame Bovary, had “un gueuloir”, a “scream room”. He was walking and yelling his texts in this room. It’s crazy? Not that much. You’ll have to find your own way. Just do something else while you think about your article or your page. Maybe print it and take a pen. You’ll find ideas, “furthers”, new branches, words, style nuggets, inversions, interesting bypasses, etc.
OK, go back writing now, you fool 😅
Thanks for reading!
I read much more essays than novels, therefore I read introductions, prefaces, and… acknowledgments. I read them, because the list – and the way the author presents the list – tells something.
There are Types :
- The assistant (who helped to gather or organize informations)
- The editor (who brought energy and I-believe-in-yous)
- The colleague (who pointed out problems in the text or provided ideas for chapters)
- The spouse (for his/her unfailing support)
- The friend (who helped blossoming with his/her constant questions)
- The friend (and his/her potential enthusiasm)
- The influencer
- The predecessor (“this essay takes over from…”)
- The ignorant (towards whom (oh crap, is this even English?) the author had to explain, therefore helped to think “readers”)
- The collaborator (who provided elements or parts of the essay)
- The spellchecker (can be the friend or the spouse, ha)
- The leader (who asked the author to write for a bigger project, for example)
- The muse (just being him/her – radioactive influence)
- The Obi Wan Kenobi figure (a master who can propel you with a single sentence)
Do you have any of these for your… blog? Would you need one? Why?
Have a nice day!
We all know someone who has new ideas AND who is great in thinking & expressing them. Thus we harass her/him this way : “Write a book!“.
More, these thinkers are exhausting, because along the conversations you have with them, you realize (and they too – pardon my French) that they have not one book but two or three books ready in their stubborn head.
But it’s worse, because life is life, people around are not very supportive, one run out of gas, one is empty, tired, parked or/and forgotten. Therefore no writing and no books – even if you whisper “Fiddlesticks!” to their busy bee ear, bzz bzz…
I just discovered “Fiddlesticks” (I suppose it sounds vintage and probably southern, right?) and I like it so much I’ll put it everywhere in this blog for a few days, sorryyy…
What is worse indeed?
- The person who really deadly WANTS to write a book and never writes it?
- The person who writes a book, which is published and nobody buys it?
- The person who has success with a published book – which is crap?
- Or a thinker full of ideas and visions, who verbalizes them when you’re present, and writes nothing, and will die with the whole package?
Endearing, but “people should come to their own realizations”…
When do you begin?
Have a nice day!
Yesterday I wrote an “inspired” long article about Genesis and Progressive Rock. I was listening to Firth of Fifth and I was very excited.
But after finishing it, and publishing it, I stayed unsatisfied, I knew it was written in a rush, the building was not OK, something was bothering me. So I polished it endlessly, adding this, cutting that, quoting lyrics… I was like “Yes, but”.
Happily, later in the evening I had an idea to prolong it. I found tools, ideas, common patterns. Thus I fixed my article, I added a paragraph and published it.
I read over it this morning : it was all bouleshit – despite all the dressings I had added there and here. I trashed it immediately.
Every blogger knows that there are two kinds of “words horniness”.
- When you’re in the flow, you write fast and clear, and that’s delightful. You go girl.
- When you’re excited and you go in many directions at the same time, happy like a fool : you don’t hold your wheel vert smartly (or you invented three wheels and you don’t know what to do with them), you have good ideas but the result is too long, you ask yourself if you shouldn’t divide it in more articles based on this one, you run after a structure you feel you’re about to find, etc.
It’s like a rush. You’re too excited, you look like a leaping mountain baby goat.
It’s really like when you have this : “Let’s pretend” and other as if games…
When you feel this little nausea after you just say with someone you “want to believe it’s true but fuck it’s really not” : “Yeah, we are strong !”, “Yeah, we will beat them all”, “Yeah, it will be simple and beautiful !”. Yeahhhh.
Every serious author knows this : you have to be cautious with “inspiration”, it can loose you into nothing.
Sloterdijk wrote : “To be sovereign is to choose what will you be overwhelmed with”, which contains the idea of sovereignty : you decide what you do with energy. You canalize it, you organize it.
Baudelaire wrote : “It is impossible for a poet not to contain within himself a critic. Therefore the reader will not be surprised that I consider the poet as the best of all critics”. This is exactly my point. Inspiration alone is nothing. You have to study and change what your write. And if you’re a genius, it’s the same!
Valéry wrote a lot about this aspect. He says that to write you have to find the “singing”, the little wind, easy to handle, the good temperature – But nervous freedom, fury or impetus are waste and loss. Stay a child, let it spurt, hear the gods, but then be a chief, take your brain, your tools, watch and clean it, build your thing. TAME.
OK, I trashed my article. But I liked it, in a way, this ugly child… Therefore, I re-published it, thanks to WordPress, in the past. November 1st. My bad.
Thanks for reading! Have a nice day!
I had a friend who was a teacher. She was a book lover, a quiet person you could meet in an art gallery or in a library.
She was in love with a guy who loved soccer. She was intrigued and decided to go watch a match.
I suggest you go on YouTube to 4’00” and listen to it loud…
She went there with a book, a Kundera book. She was not interested in the game, but in the festive atmosphere.
At one moment, the whole stadium stood up (because of a point, of course). Screams! The guy next to her, then, excited and yelling, said to the reading lady : “Sorryyyyy”.
Have a nice day!
Bollaert is the RC Lens Stadium, North of France. Well…