Do you ever people-watch? As I write this now my mother is sitting in our first floor apartment, with her chair turned to the window. She is looking out on the street below. Just sitting and watching.
I love looking out the window and when I eat my breakfast I gaze over the road at the café opposite. I notice the old man creak as he dismounts his bicycle and leans it against the wall before going into the post office. I watch a grey-haired lady in pearls, white shirt and jacket drink her coffee, read the paper and smoke a cigarette. I think she looks like Theresa May. My mother disagrees.
“Can you imagine Theresa May leaning against a wall having a fag break?” I ask.
As I sit and stare I notice the boxer dog opposite, nose pressed against the pane as he, like us, surveys the street. The jogger crosses the road, belly forwards, bottom back. He is shaped like an S. A For Sale sign has appeared on an upper floor. I muse about whether I have ever seen the occupants of that place.
The other folk sitting outside the café are looking at their phones. Like so many, these days, our default action, when left with an idle moment, is to distract ourselves by scrolling through screenloads of inanity. ‘Chewing gum for the mind,’ my friend Dave calls it.
In all of my writing classes I encourage students to stop, listen, look, smell and feel what is in front of them. I inspire them to pay attention and to step away from the chatter of social media, to feed their souls by simply being in the moment. It is only when we allow ourselves to decompress in this way that we can make the space in our minds for creative thought.
Next month, in France, we will pay attention among the fields and vineyards and the delightful grounds of Praana Wellness. We will eat slowly, enjoying our food and good conversation. We will fill our artist souls with chateaux and old stone towns. And we will write. In Devon, in July, we will take our fill of nature, down by the millstream, the wetlands and the willows, way way down the winding lane that feels like we are entering a magic rabbit hole.
Today, perhaps, give yourself a treat and look out of the window for a while.
My second Writing Me-Treat ended just two weeks ago and though I have been teaching writing for more than 20 years now, I never ceased to be amazed by the positive feedback I receive at the end. Sure, I had planned it carefully, ensuring that we had a mix of lessons, excursions, free time, homework, feedback, writing in cafés, walks and healthy food. I had a hunch that visits to art galleries would inspire the Me-Treaters and was thrilled to see they loved the Panorama Mesdag and the Vermeer Centrum as much as I do. It was my first time running it in The Hague, where I live and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I admit that I was nervous.
Allow me to share here some of the surprises…
What surprised me at the last Me-Treat in November in Penang and surprised me just as much this time, is the way everyone seems to get along. Perhaps it is a given that people attending a writing event only come because they like words and thus, connected by a common passion, soon bond.
2. Brave writing
In a safe place, everyone gets braver about their writing, pushes their envelopes and embraces writing exercises that are designed to stretch them. During the five days we worked on poetry, mindful writing, metaphor, character, place, history and fiction. They gamely attempted new genres and dared to bare their souls at times too.
It was a small group. Frankly, I would never take more than eight people anyway and this time we had six. They were Canadian, Indian, British and American. They lived in India, Switzerland, Australia and The Hague. All were mothers. All had an open mind.
But what surprised me most of all was the laughter. The new friendships. The way words shared in this safe space are sacred, important.
We ate out at lunchtimes, but in the evenings I had planned a mix of dinners in restaurants or at my home. What surprised me here was that they preferred home-cooking, embraced the fact that the mealtime conversations could not be overheard by strangers. So, I cancelled the dinner reservation for the last night and worked on a third three-course menu with my son, Joshua, who was our cook and bottlewasher for the week.
I am so relieved that the retreats In France (May) and Devon (July) feature the same dining privacy and home-cooking.
6. To hotel or not to hotel
This time three Me-Treaters lived locally and three stayed in the wonderful Mozaic Hotel across the street from my home. I was surprised to learn that it was just as much of a retreat for the locals, despite the fact that they returned to real life between 10 pm and 10 am each day, as for those in the hotel.
We experienced a number of lessons and I learned that my Me-Treaters like lessons very much but that my creative ideas for venues don’t necessarily work. I taught inside at our dining table, sitting cozily by the fire, in a café (can be noisy), on a tram on the way to Delft (very noisy – note to self not to do this again!), at a gallery (hard to teach and be heard when you have to whisper) and in the street (no fun in the rain). I was surprised, when reading the feedback forms, that everyone rates lessons higher than food and excursions. Another note to self for next time – more learning.
And so, as I look forward to my third Writing Me-Treat, held at the glorious petit chateau of Chez Vallée, home to Amanda Graham and Praana Wellness, in Charente, France, I am relieved to know that it will be a safe space, with delicious home-cooked meals enjoyed on our own terrace, a private barn in which to take lessons, yoga morning and evening to ease us into the most creative mood and special places in which to bond, make friends, expand our writing envelopes, relax, share and laugh. Oh, and if you live locally to Amanda, in Jonzac, you can also join in the fun.
Julia Cameron, author of The Artist’s Way, recommends that if you are serious about being a writer you should do two things on a regular basis:
For the purpose of this post I am going to write about the Artists' Date.
Julia believes that you can ‘fill the well’ of inspiration by going out, alone, in silence for just 20 minutes. During this time you will simply ‘pay attention’ and be more mindful of what is going on around you. You will look at things more closely, the brickwork on the house opposite, the way that, in late winter, branches come to life with one, two or even three buds. You will notice that some buds are pointier than others. You will run your hand over the bark of a tree and realise it is smooth as skin or rough as clawmarks on the flesh of prey.
As you wander, you will perhaps get closer to the spirit of William Wordsworth, the poet who wrote Daffodils and see how he believed that nature was the source of all joy. By taking an Artist’s Date you become more mindful. You slow down.
“Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar,” he wrote.
I find that when I consciously take the time to notice things metaphors and similes fall into my lap. The birdsong is a squeaky seesaw. The tiles are small and shiny, like baby teeth.
Taking a walk outside in nature provides me with a huge injection of inspiration as well as the joy Wordsworth speaks of. If I sit in a café I start to make up stories based on the other diners. If I go to an art gallery, I imagine the stories behind the paintings and so on.
When I lived in Norway and it was deepest winter and pouring with rain so I did not want to be outside, I would wander through shopping centres, but still my interest would be piqued. I’d notice the window displays and wonder what it might be like for the mannequins to stand so still and what they might be looking at.
My dear friend, Christine Cooke of Watermill Cottages, where I will be holding the Devon Writing Me-Treat in July, and Anne Rainbow of The Red Editing Pen are now holding regular Artists’ Date meetings under the name of Wednesday Writers. I urge you to attend if you are not too far away.
While I will be conducting Mindful Artists’ Date walks in nature at my Writing Me-Treats in France and Devon.
As a publisher, teacher and editor my students and authors often ask me how they can write plausibly and effectively about their own lives. They fear being seen as narcissistic and want to know how they can be sure that what they write is useful to others and not boring nor self-indulgent.
At the Ways With Words Daily Telegraph Literary Festival in Dartington, Devon, in July 2015, I was fortunate to attend a talk by Paul Heiney who wrote a memoir called One Wild Song, about his experience in the wake of his 23-year-old son’s suicide.
In 2006 Heiney’s son, Nicholas, took his own life. In 2011 Paul, a keen sailor, decided to voyage from Devon to Cape Horn and back, mostly alone. A journey of 18,000 miles, 11,000 of which were alone.
It was shortly after Nicholas had passed away that Paul and his wife, Libby Purves, were sorting out their son's bedroom. There, tucked away at backs of drawers and in odd places, they found scraps of paper containing snatches of prose, thoughts or poetry. Some of it seemed very good. Both felt that their son would have wanted his writing to be seen by others yet recognised that he had not had the confidence while alive to share it. And it was while they were deep in their own grief that both had a very strong feeling that their son’s death should not be in vain. Nicholas had been studying English at Oxford and, aware, that as his parents, Paul and Libby were probably biased, they sought the second opinion of their son’s tutor. He agreed that Nicholas' work was exceptional and so, after forming their own publishing company, Silence at the Song’s End, was published. You can find out more at The Silence at the Song's End.
“Some good must come of this,” they had said and it was for this reason that Paul decided to embark on his voyage of discovery. It seemed appropriate. Nicholas too had sailed.
“He had understood it more profoundly in six years” than Paul had in more than 40 years of sailing himself. Nicholas had, at sea, discovered what he called, “the least lonely nowhere in the world.”
Paul left Brixham in a sailing boat they named Wild Song after one of their son’s poems.
“I did this to be alone and to be with,” he explained at the start of a talk that he promised would not be maudlin. “It is a celebration of how you have to get hold of grief and give it a damn good shake and make it work for you.”
Many writers embarking on their memoirs struggle with several issues. They struggle with the imposter syndrome, the ‘who am I to presume others will want to read my story’. They struggle with their motives for writing it. Is it self-indulgent? Is it narcissistic? Does it matter? Does it have a purpose?
Heiney believes that, “What does matter is not how we record our existence but that we do record it.” He hopes that “some ideas are planted in others’ minds that otherwise might not have come about.”
And as we heard about the peace and acceptance Heiney discovered in the face of solitude, of time to reflect and times when he was vulnerable and in danger, we are moved to the edge of tears by his story, by scraps of Nicholas’ wonderful poetry, crammed with meaning and insight and by some wonderful description from the author himself as he found great beauty too.
Heiney talked of the night he was alone in the Atlantic. The sea was flat as glass. There was no moon. He could not see the horizon and the stars that filled the black dome of sky were reflected in the ocean. He describes this as if he were “floating in a bowl of stars”. When surrounded by glaciers, in almost total silence he claimed, “the sound of a glacier cracking is the holiest sound there is.”
To finish, he played a short video about his voyage. A photograph of Nicholas, waving from high up in the crow’s nest of a tall ship and a short clip of him leaning against the rail on deck, with the wind blowing his dark curls are juxtaposed with clips from Paul’s voyage as well as the voice of a young boy reading some of the most exquisite poetry I have ever heard.
If you have a story that needs telling then please think of this: that it is better that you do record it, whichever method you may choose and that, if you move, inspire or plant ideas in your readers that, “some good must come of this.”
One Wild Song is published by Bloomsbury and is available from both real and virtual bookshops.
From 7-12 July this year, I will be running a Writing Me-Treat in Devon to coincide with The Ways With Words Festival and we will all attend an event and do some writing in the glorious grounds of Dartington Hall.
Every year, in The Hague, a Feel at Home in The Hague fair is held in the stadthuis. It’s a fun event, with food stalls, lots of clubs, a busy programme of performances and a bunch of workshops. I signed up for one called Writing For Love and Money, led by Lisa Friedman of Amsterdam Writers Workshops.
I expect you wonder why I bothered to attend a workshop I could have easily run myself. Well, let me tell you…
The room was packed to overflowing and I did feel a little guilty to have taken a place from someone who maybe needed it more. But, that didn’t last.
It was such fun to watch one of my peers lead a class and see how her teaching and mine overlap and contrast. I found many similarities unsurprisingly and thoroughly enjoyed picking up a few gems along the way.
When I attend a workshop I like to go ‘quote-spotting’. By this I mean that I write down, verbatim, the best, most useful and wisest things that the teacher or speaker says. And you know, I learned a LOT!
Ten Gems from a Writing Workshop
Here, in a nutshell, are the ten, yes, TEN things I heard that I thought were worth sharing with you now. Ready?
I recommend that you all grab opportunities to attend workshops whenever you can. Thank you Lisa Friedman.
It was not until I was over 40 that I decided to try my hand at fiction again. I wrote endless synopses, character outlines and first three chapters, hired the services of the wonderful Hilary Johnson, and she would tear them apart. If June had said I was not a fiction writer then I wasn’t going to write a whole novel only for it to have no chance of publication. Ultimately I wrote two full-length novels and I loved every second of the process. One still lingers on a memory stick. The other, Sunshine Soup, was a joy to write and has been well-reviewed, but it was a long old process getting it right.
I love poetry and have always written it. I love blogging and writing features articles and particularly enjoy writing short personal pieces, a bit like this one, that share something of my life and offer something useful (I hope) to the reader.
But this blog is about finding your writer’s voice. Well, I believe there is only one way to find your voice and that is try have a go at all the genres: feature articles, reviews, travel, short fiction, junior fiction, full-length novels, plays, poetry, news, food, fantasy, historical fiction, tweets, blogs, columns, essays and so on. Try them all and be mindful of the following:
On my Writing Me-Treats I purposely encourage students to explore other genres and in doing so, they quickly discover what they like and what they don’t and, perhaps more importantly, what most impresses their fellow students.
So start exploring today. You may find that, unlike me, you are a novelist at heart.
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