Back to Crow

Picture by Nick Shere

Crow. Crows are a big part of my novel and a cue to my writing life. When I see one or hear their distinctive myriad sounds I am reminded of the book that's waiting for me. It's time to return to my characters who are all restlessly waiting, tapping feet, or shivering in the dark where I've abandoned them in my own fear. It gets scary writing. The content is scary. The act of working in a longer form, the novel form is terrifying. I'm at the point of no return. I either get back in there and start working again or I run away.

Success or failure. They are both paradoxical mirror images for me. Opposite yet the same. Good and bad.I can't tell you which is better. Failure is what is known, what was predicted, what is safe. Success is dangerous. Breaking all the rules laid down for me before I was born. Using my voice, my hands and my words to write truth even if its fiction. It rings true because it's born from my experience and my own imagination. Speaking anything true, even if it was lies that rang true was breaking the biggest rule of all.

Speaking truth meant dying. I think it can feel like that for many of us even if we weren't actively threatened with death if we ever told. Nothing in the world says to us, particularly women, tell us your story. Read us your words. We want to hear what you have to say. Nothing in the world tells us we can be writers. There is no room for us to stretch the rules for what a woman should write.

We are looked at as verbal scrap bookers. Women write in journals or write books that are not "important". We break through a million no's and deaf ears when we start putting our screaming truths, our loud imaginings on the page. We take our own space in the writing world which doesn't have room for us.We demand it in our loud stompy boots and stiletto heels or squeaky high top shoes or sneaky bare feet.

Failure is tempting and sweet even in it's sadness. Success is pure terror and the unknown. I'm still figuring out what it means- success. For now, success is showing up to the page. Success is taking what we want, need, hunger for as our own food as if it was our right because it is. It's time. Time to break back into my book even with my cowardice and fear. It's time to get back in there with a pen in hand or fingers on the keyboard and write even if it feels like slogging through sticky mud or going under in quicksand like in the Tarzan movies of old. And if it feels awful and lonely and terrifying I take comfort in the others who are doing the same. Showing up to the page with their terror tucked in tightly in the jaw bone, teeth clenched but determined. Doing it anyway.

It feels impossible and wrong and all the different kinds of fear, all the flavors but it's time. That will be my success. If I name it maybe I will fear it less. If I say this is what success looks like, maybe I won't sabotage my own work to stay in the safe, known, flat lands. The company of other writers even if they are far away writing in places I can't see is what helps. I can hear the echo of keyboards clattering at a great distance, I can feel the imprint of pen on paper in another city or time zone.

Success looks like writing, doing the work. Success feels like community to me, whether you are up close and personal or far away. I am reaching out to you whether I know you or not and inviting you in. I'll write today. Write with me.

What does success look like or feel like to you? How do you measure it? 

By mysticmorning 

What comes next?

This is a closed door/open door time. I'm building my scaffolding in free spaces, in my imagination, with nothing on paper, no spaces for workshops has been rented. I'm starting where I'm at- owing two more payments to Amherst Writers and Artists and fundraising to make those payments. I'm sending out a daily writing practice each morning with poems and prompts to other writers. My daughter's donation allowed me to purchase a domain name. I need one more and the funds to get a web host. I'm going to start on-line, offering direct and specific writing coaching, daily writing practice and help for writers who want to establish or deepen a regular writing practice, work on generating and completing projects and breaking through blocks to the actual work and play of writing.

I'm working on my website, a new blog and collecting the daily writing practice and prompts for a longer project. I want a place online where people's prompt responses can be posted. I want a place where there can be an on-line writing community and on-line classes. Live, in person workshops, will have to wait until I find affordable space to rent or until I make enough money to front a deposit.

I feel a bit like I'm trying to build a house in the sky. What I have that I didn't have before is group of people who are writing and sharing that writing with me. What I have is this amazing gift of these writer's words that are strong and tell stories, these words that forever change me when I read them. Words that lodge themselves inside, along my rib cage, close to my beating heart that is racing with fear in the vast uncertainty that is claiming this writing life for my own, and declaring my intention to share it with others. What I have is even more strong support and encouragement and appreciation of what I am doing right now, without a website or a workshop space, with just the space of my own email account.

If you are interested in checking out what I'm doing you can email me at firecatcher@gmail.com and see what the daily writing practice is about. I'm taking donations for this writing, prompting, that comes to your email box every day for the next two months. Then I have to look at some sort of money exchange for this work though I will always have ways for you to get these services on a sliding scale or by scholarship or other energy exchanges.

What I have most of all is gratitude, to all who have donated, to everyone who has given me support, encouragement and their words. What I have most of all, always, are these good people in my corner.

If you want to donate you can find a donate button on the top of this blog or go to my chipin page directly by hitting this link: ReneeAWAtraining. Thank you for all that you do, in your own work, life, dreaming, writing and art.