April 17, 2014 § 6 Comments

This week a kind comment challenged me with a curious invitation to connect with strangers on the subject of writing processes. My instinctive reaction was to withdraw from the opportunity; the formality of the phrase “writing process” felt fraudulent as it applies to my relationship with writing. Then, in the day between the invitation and this sharing I gathered a wish for my son that spoke to my doubts.

As a gesture of gratitude for the opportunity to explore my process and honor my counsel to my children in their pursuits, I would like to acknowledge the informality of my process and answer the questions posed to me.

What are you working on? As my writing endeavors to capture intimate musings, I would humbly suggest that I am working on self rather than a literary compilation. Each written wondering is a step in my journey to greater consciousness.

How does your work differ from others in its genre? I’m certain the majority of my writings are universal in their themes. If my story is unique it is only for my interpretation.

Why do you write what you do? I write to capture questions and explore my thoughts, pausing the passage of time with an exercise that nurtures my soul and brings me joy.

How does your writing process work? I write when the words seem to press against my mind’s eye, just askew of my tongue. I am most productive in the earliest hours of the day when my home is at rest and, occasionally, in the midst of empty busyness when a thought interrupts other endeavors with the disruptive forcefulness of a petulant child.

The elegant simplicity of these questions was deceptively complicated. Thank you to Derek at Playing In The City With Trains for the lovely encouragement. Rather than name another with the responsibility of sharing their process, I would welcome those interested in embracing this experience to link their reflections in the comments below that we might create a conversation as a community of writers nurturing individual voices, collectively.


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§ 6 Responses to (un)processed

  • These are neat questions to ask.
    Do you mind if I steal them and make a similar blog post?
    I’ll give you credit.

    • Marie says:

      I don’t mind at all, they are intended to be shared. I felt uncertain assigning the exercise to another and had hoped others might engage in a self-imposed effort to address these questions in their own manner. I only hope you will visit Derek’s blog and read the reflections of those who came before me.

  • slamdunk says:

    Thanks for taking time to respond to the questions. I always enjoy knowing some “back-story.”

    • Marie says:

      The terms genre and process chafed against my insecurities underscoring the absence of professional accomplishment and undermining my pleasure. Ghosts of old questions asking: Am I enough? Do my words matter?

      I think there must always be more questions than answers.

  • Good questions to ponder. You’ve got me thinking…again.

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