Processing
So it turns out that I can write a book and also do other things, but writing a book plus anything else equals total disaster for the rest of my life. The last couple of weeks, I’ve been working on the new column for Redbook (the first one will appear in the January 2010 issue), so I neglected some other matters. Like remembering to eat, or talking to people. Also writing in this here blog.
And. And I just stared into space for about fifteen minutes while I tried to think of something else to write. Listen. I know you didn’t need to know that. I realize you are not reading this as I write. I thought I’d take you along for a minute on my mind journey. If it’s going to go blank for a bit, why shouldn’t you know? Don't you want to join me in my fugue state?
When I say I spent the last couple of weeks writing my Redbook column, what I mean is that I spent one week hiding under the duvet insisting that I have nothing worthwhile to say to anyone, and another week hiding under the duvet, emerging to tap out a few words, running around screaming that I’m a worthless hack, and then diving headfirst back under the duvet. You think I’m exaggerating, don’t you? I can see it on your face. All right, maybe I’m exaggerating a little, shut up.
I don’t know if writing is this way for anyone else, but when I’m faced with a deadline, the few days beforehand are torture. (And yet I could never get anything done without a deadline. And meeting a deadline is an unparalleled relief.) The only way I can get anything done is the following: I must 1) wear a hooded robe or sweater, hood up, and 2) put a blanket over my head, so as to create another hood over the hood, and if that’s not enough I 3) close my eyes while writing. Is that not utterly pathetic? I have to squirrel myself away in a cocoon of emotional comfort so that I can (sometimes tearfully) bang out the last few words I require to get the job done. But for whatever reason, this works for me.
I mentioned some of my bizarre habits to my Redbook editor (on whom I may have a burgeoning girl-crush—but I won’t admit to anything, except secretly when I whisper it in my pillow), and she seemed unfazed. She said brightly, “Well, that’s your process!”
So I am not insane. I have figured out my process. And you? Do you have one? Come on, admit it.










November 10, 2009
Reader Comments (94)
not a professional writer, but have started and not finished writing and/or illustrating several books. process is:1. nagging feeling to work on books2. phase of "i don't care it sucked anyway"3. phase of "oh my god how did i ever let this get away from me, this beautiful piece of art.4. phase of i hate it, never working on itagain5. repeat. i will finish all of them one of these days. hopefully while this baby is still in my belly.
I've done this for twenty years and the only variation is sometimes the bed is a couch.
1. Work energetically because I have an idea that I'm really excited about.
2. Get stuck.
3. Surf mindlessly for hours.
4. Go back - realize how much I hate what I've done. REALLY hate it. Like, incredible amounts of self-loathing, oh my god, I suck, I should give up, I should not be doing this.
5. Surf some more.
6. Force myself to go back and tear everything apart.
7. Finally hit upon a solution, and fine tune.
I've been doing this for 15 years and the process is the same for every project! (Replace "surfing" with "watching tv" and "catalog shopping" during the days before I was online.)
Insane deadlines are the best for shutting up that "worthless hack" feeling. Trust me.
Whatever your process is, however you write, know that it's so right for you and the time and effort you put into everything you write really shines through.
And my "process": Read a lot and then time to think. For me, that time to think is the daily hour on the elliptical. Works every time.
That's pretty much it.
(I like you, Alice Bradley.)
Also, "Don't you want to join me in my fugue state?" = my favorite line of the week anywhere.