A few years ago I led some creativity groups based on Julia Cameron’s best-selling self-help book, The Artist’s Way. Julia Cameron’s advice for creative people is to start your day writing three pages, whatever comes into your mind. If nothing comes into your mind, just keep writing. Eventually, you will hit onto something interesting, something with heart. There’s always been discussion among writers about this point. Should one map out the writing and then write, or should one begin with a vague idea, and let the story emerge? I remember reading an interview with the novelist, John Irving, who essentially said, You’d better plan out your work ahead of time and follow the plan. If you don’t do it that way, you’re not an author; you’re simply a transcriber.
I’m beginning to think about Irving’s opinion more seriously than I did a few years ago when I read the interview. At that time, I thought his plan eliminated the opportunity for magic to happen in the work.
Last week I shared James Wright’s poem, Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota. After describing simple beauty and pastoral scenes, the poet ends with the line, “I have wasted my life.” It’s a surprise ending, the kind of magic that doesn’t happen when you’ve mapped everything out ahead of time. It’s the kind of surprise I love to find in my reading.
I don’t think I’ve wasted my life, but I’ve been thinking about that poem a lot lately. I’ve always (or almost always) been living the best way I know how, just like everyone else. Jim and I have raised-up charming and interesting men of character from babies. That’s been my favorite part of life. When we still had our parents and our sons were at home I felt the most engaged in the world, the closest thing I have ever felt to powerful. Now they’re out there finding their own paths. And I’m at home looking at boxes of journals filled with random lovely sentences and scattered imaginative thoughts dropped into the drivel. All that time I spent wringing my heart out on paper is confusing me now. Life isn’t clean; it’s not clear. Even what is clear muddies eventually.
Self-evaluation stinks. You just gotta go with what you’ve got.