There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. ~ Ernest Hemingway
It never ceases to amaze my wee mind how much magic can pour into a life when space is cleared and vanquished unnecessities are swept out the door.
Since opening up my Sundays to empty spans of spacious writing I have found words are ever more a part of my waking hours. In addition to being a contributing author to LifeAsAHuman.com (a new article was posted last week), I was recently asked to become one of its associate editors. I exuberantly accepted. Editing our department’s yearly catalogue assuaged my hunger for more creativity in my day job. I’m entering short fiction contests and submitting essays to magazines. And then of course there is this blog which is my heart’s child and labour of deep love.
Last week my dear friend and inspiring writer, Margaret Doyle, dished up even more sweetness with her nominating me for One Lovely Blog Award.
Wowser! I was over the moon delighted, excited, giddy and humbled to be honoured in such a big and bodacious exclamation point kind of way on the wide expanse of the blogosphereic world.
There are just a few demands of Lovely Blog Award winners. One is that I would thank the blogger who nominated me. (Well, that’s just plain manners.) The second is I must share with you seven things about myself. (Hmm…let me ponder that a bit.) The third request is to nominate about 15 other bloggers for this delightful award and thus spread the seed of their delicious harvests of creativity. (I love when awards just keep on giving.) Finally I’m to leave a comment at each blog nominated so they know to expect some new guests real soon. (My pleasure.)
So, first and foremost, thank you dear Mags, for the nomination. Your stories always bring a smile to my face and light a fire of “oh-yeah” in the recesses of my memories.
Seven things about me. Okay, here goes:
1. I have a tattoo of the labyrinth at Chartres Cathedral located somewhere on my body. Enough said.
2. At one time I was owned by seven cats and three dogs. Again, enough said.
3. Living on a small island killed my lust for a closet full of shoes. Now I find comfort and almost a transcendental peace in cut, stacked and exquisitely dried firewood.
4. The perfect day includes at least one nap.
5. I travelled to Turkey by myself a few years ago. More travel please.
6. I enjoy meditation as much as a matcha latte. Sometimes they are the same thing.
7. I sometimes contemplate being a Buddhist nun. Or living over a bakery in Paris and writing. Maybe both.
Now, for the pièce de résistance. Drum roll please…
Here are some of the amazing bloggers I visit and love. Check them out. Like them. Share them. We need their words in the world.
Greetings From Coupeville – brought to you by Michaelene McElroy, a funny, bright and remarkable woman. She is also the author of the luminous elastic reality novel, The Last Supper Catering Company.
Life As A Human – okay, I write for them, but I followed the articles long before anything of mine was ever posted. A place of inspiring words from dozens of writers.
True for Now – gorgeous poetry and dazzling photos. Check out her sister blog too.
Fernwood Zendo – insights into Buddhist practice and teachings. Where I meditate and find community.
Nick Bantock – the author of Griffin and Sabine, Nick’s blog delivers quirky and wry sensibilities in stories and commentary on the world and its workings. A marvelous site indeed.
Buddhism Now – wonderful teachings in the Theravadan tradition by some of the world’s leading monks and scholars. Good stuff.
Paper Pen Pencil – necessary reading for writers looking to get their words out into the world. Thanks Nicole Zimmerman!
Ahava Shira – an amazing woman of insight and reflection, her words also find a way to enliven my view of the world.
Tiny Buddha – a place of reflection and some pretty great everyday wisdom.
Intense City – the blog of Luke Storms whose words I always find rich and wise. I lose myself here.
Bicycle Buddha – Carmen Mills’ passion for Buddhism and bicycles always proves to be enlightening.
When Angels are Born – stunning images and equally compelling poetry. Scrumptious.
I’ve heard some people say bloggers are not writers. Anyone who says that clearly doesn’t write or they would know the same blood, sweat and hair pulling goes into writing a blog post as writing anything else that will be sent out into the big, strange world. In some ways its even more vulnerable, more on the brink of self-illumination because it’s immediate, compulsory, begging to be birthed now without the fretting and protection of re-writes and corrosive editors, both internal and external.
So here’s to bloggers. Thank you for your marriage to the keyboard, for your combustion engines of discovery and self doubt. Thank you for being part of the frontier of blogdom. I am proud to be in your ranks. And if you are thinking of starting a blog, do. We need you.
So You Want To Be A Writer
by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.
don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
“So You Want to Be a Writer” by Charles Bukowski from Sifting Through the Madness of the Word, the Line, the Way: New Poems, published by Ecco, 2004