Fiona kindly allows me to share my musings (aimless ramblings?) here. She’s a great scribble sibling and a true friend. And this outlet is one reason I still write at all.
See, on my blog, I write about my wife Gaye’s breast cancer journey. In my day-life, I’m a jumped up accountant who doggy paddles against a 20-foot swell of imposter syndrome. Hour to hour, I often feel like I’m drowning or failing or simply failing to drown.
Yeah, I’m a “hoot” at parties.
Thing is, I didn’t realize until a couple of years ago that what I struggle with (mostly) is anxiety. There’s also a pronounced lack of coping skills. Oh, and a splash of immaturity.
NOTE: First/foremost none of this is intended as medical advice. After too many years of struggle I went to my doctor and got some help. I simply cannot recommend talking with your family physician highly enough.
I struggled before this diagnosis. Among other things, my anxiety often manifested in a short temper exacerbated by the previously mentioned dearth of coping skills and immaturity. Through counseling, I was introduced to Dr. David Burns’ The Feeling Good Handbook.
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| A comprehensive guide to adulting |
Initially, I thought TFGH was kinda hokey. Who talks like that? How do I relate to this? But I take homework seriously and continued my reading. Then the messages began to seep through the granite-like substance that is my skull.
The cornerstone of Cognitive Behavior Therapy, TFGH helps the reader through rational examination and thoughtful response strategies. Most importantly, Dr. Burns successfully proves-up the theory that your thoughts dictate your emotions and all-too often, behaviors.
Yeah, yeah, the idea’s been around for well over 1800 years. I’m a little slow on the uptake.
However, once I got it, (most of what we feel is due to what’s going on in the noggin’ NOT what’s going on outside the noggin’) my perspective shifted. Did life turn to gold, success, and ponies overnight? I’ll let you sus that one out. The point is, things did get better.
The most important “better” was my relationship with my wife. For the first time in years, I saw her as an ally and not an adversary. There isn’t an ounce of hyperbole when I say the book saved my marriage.
As always, this broaches the eternal question, “The hell this has to do with writing?”
Honestly, more than you’d think. I haven’t done a lot of fiction writing since Gaye’ diagnosis. Playing “cops and robbers and more robbers,” seems silly when your beloved faces cancer.
Then there’s the day-to-day recovery—at the expense of actually living.
It’s really easy to get invested in laundry, cleaning, and Walmart runs. “Oh, up early? That book can wait ‘cause there’s never gonna be a better time to get at that litterbox…” Then there’s that whole work-for-pay scam.
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“Objects at rest remain at rest…” Newton’s 1st Law
A writer must write. Failure to write carries scary consequences. The least of which is the atrophy of imagination. Which immediately leads to facing life, full on with no buffer. I personally cannot do that.
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| Zeno of Cyprus, also a "hoot" at parties. |
Just as we must manage our thoughts and emotions, (or they will certainly manage us) we must manage our creativity. Especially when you’re rusty, empty-headed, or just don’t wanna. So, how-to?
Pinterest—bear with me—is a good guide. You look at/like/pin photos of cars, Pinterest shows you more cars. Same-same for cats, food, or comic book covers.
The (evil) algorithm notes what you seek and gives you more of it. Your brain will do the same. Anxious? No thoughts of kitties and Viennese chocolate cake for you. You get intrusive thoughts about your report deadlines, every stupid thing you ever said, and the last 16 arguments with your SO.
Again, how do you change what it shows you?
For me it was nearly impossible to leap right back into cold-start creation. Instead, I opened the final (for now) draft of my manuscript that I plan to have line-edited. Sure enough, I found some tonal anomalies.
After a couple of weeks, I began to think of a short story that I plan to expand to novella. That was not as deliberate as it may read. It was cognitive redirection.
Listening to (White Man) in Hammersmith Palais, by The Clash—and I immediately know where my protag should be from, geographically as well as culturally. An article on the vocational/trade training renaissance and voilà, my protag has some skills that mos def will impact the plot/goals/stakes. A gag in a sitcom? Well, you get the idea.
Positive-in, positive-out. Focus on what nurtures your spirit and fuels your dreams and you’ll see the stuff of dreams more often than a blank page, (screen, you know, whatevs).
Your results may vary.
Remember the “this is not medical advice” disclaimer above? Yeah, this is a guide for writers trying to resume their scribble game or find a new grove. This is not medical/mental health advice of any kind.
Again, I needed help and I sought it out. If you’re struggling, reach out to your primary doctor. If you’re not there yet, maybe explore your employer’s EAP program. Failing all of that, NAMI helps people find resources. You can find out more here.
Key takeaways:
Focus on the negative, all you’ll see is negative
Focus on the positive and you'll see positive
Take small steps and build on the results
Nothing happens without work
No “tip” is a replacement for professional help
Get well, stay well, keep creating.
I own none of the photos above. All are used for illustrative/educational purposes as covered by the Fair Use Doctrine.
