Probably my favorite topic to write about is....writing. I confess I am fascinated with the writing process, and I have found over the last few years that my spirituality has became intertwined with my writing disciplines. In this past week a couple of my articles on writing have been re-posted on different sites, so I want to share those with you today. If you've already read them, then that's one less thing you need to do before the three-day weekend. If you haven't, now is your chance. I'd love to hear more about you and your process of creating. To read the whole posts, click on the links at the top of the snippets.
On Internet Monk, The Writer as Mystic and Madman:
I spend a lot of time reading what other writers say about writing. It’s an excellent way to procrastinate from actually writing. In reading the words of seasoned authors, who themselves are usually writing about writing in order to avoid other projects, I have discovered two recurring themes. The process of writing may very well make you crazy. And it may also make you a mystic.
On Faith Village, I Know Where the Wild Things Are:
Henri Nouwen couldn't sit still.
One of the great spiritual masters of the 20th century, one of my heroes, the writer who has illuminated the spiritual life for millions of people, couldn't sit through a sermon without tapping his foot and squirming in his seat. He once described the noise of our inner life as akin to monkeys jumping around in trees, and I'm willing to bet that he was primarily describing his inner life. He also said that in order to profit from our internal worlds we must be willing to go into our room, close the door, sit in silence, and wait for the pounding of beasts on the door to stop. Richard Rohr observes that when the Spirit thrust Jesus into the isolation of the desert, the first thing to show up were the wild beasts.
Re-posted a few months ago on The Ooze, The Phases of Writing:
I once heard a writer say that her writing process involves letting her ideas drip down from her mind through her arms and into her fingers. What a beautiful image, I thought to myself, and what a total load of crap. Writing a book is like giving birth to a snarling 8 headed monster. It’s a war, and your mind, arms, and fingers all hate each other.
Happy Memorial Day weekend everyone!