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WARMUP

Minute Lists (9)

Choose five minute lists* or use these: names for surveillance gadgets that might be invented next year, words of three syllables, words descriptive of water temperature, words pertaining to furniture, words beginning with L.

*Minute Lists are a language brain warmup. Choose four or five lists, and for each, set a one-minute timer and write as many words as belong to that list as come to mind, writing at speed without pausing. Restart the timer immediately and move on to the next list. Although the list presents a rule, accept any word that your brain surfaces, even if it is a false match or a made-up word. The speed and free-for-all ethos are aimed at getting your vocabulary moving for a writing session ahead, but minute lists can also be a little like panning for gold, surfacing shiny things—names, objects, expressions—that you might want to use. I occasionally trawl my lists, circling pleasing words with a pen of a second color for easy retrieval later.

Minute Lists (11)

Choose five minute lists* of your own or use these: words ending with -ock; words pertaining to card games; names for streets in a suburban subdivision; botanical names for groundcover plants (real or invented); onomatopoeias for sounds in your immediate environment.

tuning excercise

Let it Ask Questions

If you are in the middle of writing something, or even in the hazy beginnings when something of its form or stuff has surfaced in your mind, ask yourself what questions this project might ask of you, if you will let it. Take ten minutes or two full pages to write in a slow but steady freewrite. If you get stuck or find yourself at the end of the thought, as a further question based on whatever you have uncovered so far.

If you are not in the middle of writing something, perhaps do this exercise for something you have just read, imaginatively taking on the role of the author. What questions do you think this story or essay asked of its author? If those questions were put to you, not relinquishing the author role and returning to answer on your own behalf, what kind of project could you envision that would allow you to answer—or at least ponder—those questions? Take ten minutes or two pages in a slow but steady freewrite to answer first as the other author and then as yourself.

Circumference Tuner

Wherever you’ve chosen to write, take a few scans around your circumference. Look at what surrounds you. Make a small map of that circumference of your writing space, noting resources, suggestions, aspirations, pleasures, and tools.

Then, after you’ve made your map, gently freewrite for five minutes or one full page, asking yourself questions about the things you’ve provided yourself with: how can you use them as you write today, whether for clarity, injunction, solance, energy, or something else? How does your space tell you something about what threads you want to follow as you write, or what discipline you want to ask of yourself?

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Images not Arguments

Freewrite for five minutes on the ways whatever you are writing (or getting ready to write) abuts a realm of argument, opinion, advocacy, passion. Maybe this is a question of what its politics are. Or its ethics. Then for each hub of argument or position you can identify, write a list of images in a column that do not enact that argument, but somehow resonate or grow in the territory the argument examines. Associate, multiply, populate the examined territory with images. (I think of Erik Ehn, an image-led writer, who defines an image as “a noun with the energy of a verb.”)

Finally, looking over your columns of images, see if you might want to combine across columns to create hybrid bodies grown in the soil of your set of commitments or questions, but fully fleshy and multi-dimensional as figures, objects, or events.

You might keep these hybrid bodies in a small stable, ready to send one into your writing, or you might spend a page or two writing a scene for one of them right now.

echo, exchange, erasure

Find an article about something you don’t know much about. Circle or highlight twenty words. Write a conversation between two beings that incorporates at least four of the words in each line, repeating words as desired so that an echo system develops. Let the conversation discuss something concrete so that you can tell when it’s come to an end. Then edit the whole thing down through drastic erasure, to make a 2- or 4-line exchange of mystery and beauty.

Architecture of a Day (Notes on Practice)

One of the things I do with my time is facilitate writing groups, both short and ongoing seasons of writing in the presence of others through a series of cycles, which may be locally defined as writing weeks, or writing fortnights, or other durations. Usually I begin our meetings by asking each writer to report on how their practice of writing went in the last cycle. It’s seductive to meet this request for a report by reporting on the interval between what one wanted to do and what one did. I wanted to write daily but on I only wrote once, and so on. I wanted to develop this other project but instead I transcribed fragments from my notebooks.

Maybe there is something in this metric of lack that has some use? Maybe it allows us to sidestep the question, what is this writing that I actually wrote, labels the writing as not our real writing, something less than our real writing, where “real” takes on the old romantic connotation of a glorious capital-R Real that somehow exceeds the illusory, fragmented confusion of the actual world we find ourselves in. But I am interested in perceiving the being of the writing that has actually been written, which includes a perception of its futurities, its potentialities, its realities, perhaps, but attends most closely to what it is now.

If a writer reports on the gap between plan and actuality as a form of lack or failure, I ask them to reframe the gap. The writing that happened: how did it happen? What were you doing when you wrote? In distinction to what you thought you needed to do to get yourself writing, what did you find out you actually need? How does the perceived failure to follow the plan teach you something about the expansive conditions in which writing can get written? The interval between what we project and what we find ourselves doing can be playful, can be a conversation, rather than just a source of disappointment.

The question comes up again and again, what actually constitutes “the writing”?

The other question is: Could we play with different understandings of the architecture of a day, a week, or a month, and the way that writing or making or just being with that free creative impulse might live within that rhythm. What containers create enough containment that we feel back inside their flow when we return to them?

Some containers are marked by time. In one group, a writer shared her practice of folding her writing day into the way the light changed. On days she wrote, she would begin in late afternoon, in daylight, without any lamps or lights on, and continue writing through dusk as her room slowly darkened. In another group, a writer chose the same window but at the other pole of the day, rising in the dark and writing until the day was full day. In another group, another writer wrote late at night before bed, freely making a mess, then re-read her night pages first thing in the morning, making morning notes toward bringing them into some kind of order. All of these practices embedded themselves in the rhythms of the day and night. They might have been productive of something, but they were also, like toothbrushing, like eating, like waking and sleeping, something that belonged to the day and not only to the writing’s future as something that might circulate among others.

In other groups, with other writers, different containers were found. Letting go of the ideal of dailiness, something else functions as a sustaining rhythm. Often these containers are documents combined with particular and limited tasks. One writer who is always with her phone, not only because we’re all always with our phones, it seems, but because her obligations take her away from her desk for most of her time, keeps an open note in the notes app, and adds to it whenever a small thought crystallizes in mind, and later, maybe only once in a writing cycle, carries these collected entries to her desk and transfers them to new pages, allowing herself to write into them, to reform them, to cull them, in the transfer process. Another writer kept an open document in which she collected words and images that appealed to her. Then once a week, as determined by the obligation to share pages, she looked through that collected pile of appealing things and wrote with or from it, leaving the pile at the end of the document like a combination pantry-compost. Something I am writing these days is held by its document and by a simple task. I open it up on a whim whenever I think of it, no more than once a day and often not for weeks at a time, and I add a single paragraph, either doing a fill-in-the-blanks game that amuses me and repeats as a grounding pulse throughout the ever-growing document, or picking up another thread that also carries through the pages. The limitation of the single paragraph is a pleasure for me, an inveterate spewer and piler-up of raw source material. Instead of going on and on, I fold as much pleasure-treasure into my paragraph as my whim that day holds and the paragraph can take. Then I close the document and forget about it.

If the desire is to create writing that is alive, rather than writing that is good (thanks to Agnes Borinsky for reminding me recently of this way of renaming and so enlarging and enlivening the desire that attends the relationship we each have to our own writing), could we think of aliveness as something that is in cooperation with and maybe nourishing to our own aliveness. What does that mean for how writing occurs and is invited in the architecture of a day or week or year? Within what time cycle do we track its living energy? What numerical freedoms and mysteries are at play in its pattern of occurrence? What would its scene of communication be?

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