A little wisdom from The White Stripes

February 15, 2012

Lately, I’ve been parenting, living, and teaching much more than I have been writing.  I have been playing (music), sleeping, cooking, and thinking hard about things.  And the proposal of the book I love so much (first draft here) is out visiting some editors, hoping to find itself a new home.

And while all that has been going on, my writing has been lying dormant.  Not dead, not sick, even.  It’s just been awfully quiet at the end of my fingers, where my brain used to speak so freely.

Today, courtesy of Pandora, I got a little wisdom from The White Stripes about how I might get started again.  And for those creative types out there who read what shows up at this blog, I’m sharing it to see what you make of it:

"Well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started 
sitting in your little room"

Maybe it’s time for me to return back to the little room where so many things got started, at least metaphorically.  My little room was a writing project that helped me change my life by shoring up all the parts of myself that had been crumbling at the edges. That little room helped me build a bigger room:  five-hundred and fifty pages of writing, edited down to 200 pages of manuscript.  It helped me build a bigger room for my family: a place where all four of us have a solid home within one another.

I love living here in this bigger space.  But as a writer, I find that I’m not quite sure what to do in this bigger room. Thanks to Jack White, I might have to think about how I got started, sitting in my little room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T. February 15, 2012 at 3:46 pm

This reminds me of a passage in Stephen King’s memoir, On Writing, in which he talks about how he once had this great big desk, a monster of a thing, and he put it in the middle of this great big office so he could write. But over time he ended up at a much smaller desk in the corner of a room, not out in the middle, because life is not here to support art; art is here to support life. It’s important not to get confused about that.

I’ve missed your writing.

BigLittleWolf February 16, 2012 at 4:05 pm

And sometimes, the living, loving, sleeping, teaching… it is exactly what we need to fill up the well.

Carol February 17, 2012 at 6:26 pm

I have missed your writing also, but then you know that.
M.

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