Sometimes I am in my home, trying to write peacefully and my husband (oh yeah I’m married now) barges in with some distraction: what are you doing? are you hungry? do you want to go for a drive?
And it usually happens when I am at the epitome of a discovery in one of my characters, o when I am … as some writers/artists say… on a ROLL. I want to throw things at him, pillows, my sock, something to signify SCRAM YOU! But deep down I know this comes from what I have discovered to be my unrelenting anxiety which I manage now with deep breaths. Who would have known that breathing was such a lost skill in us human beings? It is, truly.
Anyways, after a few breaths I turn to face him and we discuss the necessary things in his mind and make choices. Go out for sushi, drive about the town, or get into a tiff about his or that. Little things.
And these little things used to annoy the heck out of me. But lately, I’ve been noting that it’s these little things that happen in real life that I take for granted.
I take it for granted in my personal life, and I take it for granted as a writer.
I mean, what an incredible way to create a study! A study on behavior, marriage, life! I began applying my “little things” mentality to other relationships. Stressors that used to trigger me, like mom’s late night phone calls have become enjoyable. This could be because I am getting older, but I would like to think that it has to do with my processing the little things. I forgot that my mother too is a storyteller. A person – a hilarious one at that. A great resource for story.
Things that I used to consider “distractions” are now merely OPPORTUNITIES to embrace life, notice it, pay attention to it, and be present for it. Because although writing and playing with my imagination is truly fun … I learned that I also have to consider the fact that life, REAL TANGIBLE LIFE is a great resource for character and development. Also, giving one self permission to escape the pages is good for the mind and spirit.
‘Tis all for now!