Only Write (Or, Why Wine Tasting Rocks)
A couple days ago, I was sitting in the Amsterdam Coffee House on 13th Street in Paso Robles, California, admiring the red and black decor and staring at the tourists and residents who were getting coffee on a hot Saturday morning.
I was also writing in my journal. Or, more to the point, attempting to. I hadn't been writing in my journal much in a long while, and when you get out of the habit, suddenly it is hard. But I'd been having the feeling that it was important for me to get back to it for a long time, too.
Only write, is what I finally scribbled in my journal that morning.
Because right now, I only want to write. I want to only write.
I feel this desire so strongly now because I haven't been writing. I've been planning weddings and performing them. I've been working on yet another rewrite of my novel (rewriting of this sort being quite a bit different than writing writing, if you know what I mean), I've been organizing an upcoming event for the Writer's Loft, (which you should attend if you are anywhere near the Middle Tennessee area) and I've been hosting friends and family from afar.
All wonderfully enjoyable activities, but none of it was the kind of writing I have in mind. And because of this, I've been feeling restless of late.
It took getting away from everything to diagnose the problem. On Thursday, my friend Suzanne and I drove up to Paso Robles from Pasadena, where I've been staying with her while I recover from my summer. We went specifically to taste wines, because every time we find a fabulous wine that we love, it is from this area. And we weren't disapointed.
On Thursday evening we visited the Ortman wine tasting room in downtown Paso Robles. And on Friday we visited Justin, J. Lohr, Le Vigne, and Rodney Hall. (This would be why I didn't write a blog post on Friday. You would not have wanted to read what I wrote, because it would not have made sense.) That night we ate dinner at the 10th Street Basque Cafe and met wonderful new friends from the area. Saturday morning we went to the coffee shop, strolled through the Olive Festival, and drove back to Pasadena, in stop and go traffic all the way from Santa Barbara on. Ah, LA traffic, you gotta love it.
And Sunday morning, my brain exploded with ideas when I picked up my journal. And here's what, specifically, exploded in my brain: I realized that I need to go back to the basics. Since I myself have been distracted from writing by little things like making money (which for me also comes from writing but again, its a different kind of writing), and since I desperately want to get back to my writing, it is time to go back to the foundational basics. And what better basics to go back to than the very ones that I myself teach? Duh. And so that is what I am going to do.
As some of you know, quite some time ago I developed a system called Writing Abundance: The Seven Practices of the Prolific and Prosperous Writer. What the system teaches is foundational principles of writing. The basic practices that get and keep you writing. You know, the exact practices I need to remind myself of now.
And, as some of you also know, I've been threatening attempting to write an information product around this system for quite some time now. I've finally figured out what form I want it to be, which is a program featuring daily email lessons and a weekly teleclass. I have almost all of the information put together. But I don't have it all quite organized yet.
Enter brilliance. (I'm sure it came from all that wine. I read a sign on the wall of a cafe up there that said, in wine there is truth. It's my new motto.) Brilliance says that what I need to do is clear–get the book organized through blog posts.
Dahr.
So here's my plan: besides my Monday, Wednesday and Friday posts, I'm going to post the material for the program on Tuesdays and Thursdays. (Since that is a tall order, I reserve the right to sometimes only do Tuesday. Or Thursday. We'll see how this goes.) I'll keep an ongoing list of the posts on the sidebar for easy access. And I'll keep them all up until I get the thing finished, at which time they will all come down and become a paid product. But up until then, it will all be free and you can do with it what you want–print it out, use it for yourself, use it for your students (please credit me), whatever. Just don't claim it as your own or try to sell it or I will get very cranky. And you don't want to see me cranky. Ask certain people in my family who have to face me in that state every morning before coffee.
I think it is going to be a seven-week program, with five emails per week. I think. But I need to find out, which is why I need to get this thing going.
So here is the question of the day: which name do you like better, Writing Abundance, or Only Write? Please vote in the comment section. I'm leaning towards Only Write, because I've never really liked Writing Abundance. But tell me your opinion, without letting mine color it. And tune in tomorrow for the first installment.
**I found the photo of the Amsterdam on Yelp, my new favorite site, and the grapes from Everystockphoto, because, of course, did I remember to take pictures? Of course not.
Ledger D'Main
What be in a name? The thorns would be as sharp…
‘Just Write’ is a bad pun, much like ‘Curl up and Dye’, it has no resonance and if one where to take it literally, one would be dead of starvation within a week and have a pants load of poopie…
‘Writing Abundance’ doesn’t dance to a merry ole tune either, it just lies there, wishing it was something else…
As a wordsmith I know you can come up with something better, something Novel…
Time for a re-think and 48 re-writes….;-)
Charlotte Dixon
Yeah, Just Write is bad, and besides, somebody else already uses it. Only Write might not be the best, but it carries with it the energy of inspiration, which I like. I totally agree with you about Writing Abundance. I’ll keep thinking. If you come up with anything, let me know. And thanks for always being an interesting commenter.
Ledger D'Main
I can come up with lots of things, but most of the time they are illegal or they itch…
To be or not to be a writer– that is the question:
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous editors,
Or to spend endless hours cursing at the black lifeless keys
To die, to sleep, to eat, to love, what waste we make
Whence we begin to toil away the midnight hours
To make sweet what is sour upon the whitened page.
The heartache, the joys, the laughter, the sadness
Fresh within our minds, the words rout about
Leaving one in madness
To sleep, perchance to dream, of an easier way
To lay bear ones soul and cast aside the sin
Of being a hackeyed writer.
Something to ponder while you come up with YOUR bloggie title…
WORDS …………………
By Ledger D’Main
Words they be wondrous things, hidden within my keyboard just waiting to spring. Yes, words upon the whitened page can conjure many an image for one to ponder. But I wonder as I type these words, made of just 26 letters in such a variety of displays. Do these words upon this printed page, that I so thoughtfully arranged, do they mean the same to you as they do to me? Or should it be the other way round?
Only 26 letters have I found, hidden among the numbers. Only 26 letters to be found, but in what wondrous combinations can they be bound. Some they do rhyme
and some others they do chime, some be frightful, some quite delightful, while others be used by lesser minds. Of cat, hat, rat, bat and ball, of Jack and Jill upon the hill, they can use them all.
Words can convey worlds of emotions, of love and hate, regret and remorse, pleasure and sorrow, they can speak to us. Only 26 letters can there be found. Yes, and symbols to make them expound, to explode, to pause, to rest, to stop and to exclaim. Only 26 letters, not counting the bold, the italic, the times roman, or the gothic, the bookman, and all the rest. With capitals, vowels and consonants we try to fill the whitened page. Only 26 letters upon my keyboard can I find, but I wonder as I look upon the black and white images here. Is the written word mightier than the verbal one? Does it provoke us greater or make us weep longer, than the oral one?
Of the verbal word, I must confess, for it be only second best. But of the written word I now say this, it has a great weakness too, for it must be spoken to reach its full potential, either aloud or within the mind’s eye. For without its kin, it will not last, even if upon granite these 26 letters be cast…
Charlotte Dixon
I generally like the illegal things quite a bit…and I thoroughly enjoyed your treatise on words. Maybe it will indeed help me come up with a title.
Karen
Hi Charlotte,
Glad to hear of your renewed energies around “the program”! I don’t have the title for you, but I have always loved your idea about writing being the answer to any problem, the cure for all ills, the go-to solution, the bottom line, the real deal, the ??? And a catchy tag capturing that spirit would be unique/perfect/memorable and (I have come to find out) true! XO
Charlotte Dixon
Hey Karen, Good to hear from you, I miss you! And thank you for giving me some key words, so to speak, to help my thought process! How about the Real Writing Deal? Nah…but something catchy evoking that spirit would be great.
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