I went to Joyce Maynard’s writing retreat down in Guatemala; did I ever even say that?
Okay, guys, I have to take the story in chunks. One of the things Joyce worked with us on down in Guate was easing into our too-big stories. Finding the “container”---the manageable inch of time, the symbol, the relationship---with which to reveal the greater/bigger/heavier truth.
Por exemplo: Some bloggers might find it daunting to explain how ten days of international travel, female/writer camaraderie and $2 margaritas changed their lives. (They might find it particularly daunting to explain this by an arbitrarily chosen day, such as Thursday.) So, instead of taking on THE WHOLE BIG, GIANT STORY, they might opt to parse out a smaller theme or bit story---one night in a hot tub---to demonstrate the larger truth or just get themselves into the writing. (They might also extend the deadline a smidge.)
Despite spending over a week learning this container lesson over and over, I still felt pretty overwhelmed when it came to writing about the week. So my writer friend
Aviva put it to me this way: “Maybe don't try to write the whole motherfucker/megillah.”
(We were fast friends.)
Her suggestions for potential “containers”:
a) what I packed
b) travelling business class
c) toilet paper as behaviour modification (She’s Canadian so she spells things prettier than we do. Even when the sentences are about toilet paper. And, don’t worry, we’ll get to the toilet paper.)
The problem is, I write my way to understanding. So, for instance, I might have a nagging feeling that the toilet paper situation---in Guatemala, where you throw soiled TP into a trash can beside the toilet rather than flushing it---holds emotional/spiritual significance, but I probably won’t understand why this is so unless I fuck around for 10 pages about it.
It’s not an entirely efficient process for a writer. (And it is an entirely inefficient process for a human who would like to live an actual life rather than intellectualize it, but that’s another story. See? So many stories! And we’re still on the toilet paper!)
I have to start somewhere (or not write here for another three months) so I shall return to the teachings of my very first governess, Fraulein Maria who used to say, “Lola Dear, let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start.”
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8 comments:
I'm on the edge of my frickin seat. Please Sir May I Have Some More?!
Also, props to Dan for effective nagging.
I love this story and cannot wait for Part 2. So proud of you for going on your adventure! And I am officially loving Aviva from afar. Of course, we all know Dan is the bomb (with the world's best balls) - he always has your back, sister. Especially when he gently places his hand on the small of your back and shoves you out the door to experience far away adventures.
Tea cup in hand, waiting to hear about the toilet paper. My gut tells me it's gonna be a good one!
Love to you
JD
Maybe going to Guatemala isn't the adventure, although it was the start and certainly required bravery. Maybe publishing your writing again is the adventure. I am such a hobbit about travel so I definitely feel ya, and Aviva, too. I am always afraid that something bad will happen while I'm away having an adventure (or even at work). We hobbits need our Gandalfs, whether they are named Dan, Bob or Joyce. Can't wait for the next chapter to appear.
laura, dear girl, I think you're trying to tempt me. Joyce actually lives about 45 minutes or so from where I do. Should I take that as an omen of some sort?
I so love this - Can't wait to hear more about the adventure!
Losey...I'm so glad you took this trip and experienced this adventure. Dan is the best for pushing you towards this. I know how great this trip was for you...across the board. I love that Joyce, the pie woman, actually reached out to get you to attend this session. That is not at all lost on me...that's pretty damn big and your should be pretty damn proud...I know I am! Love you, my sissle.
A hint about part 2 from the point of view of Aviva (and for the record, I was not simply afraid I'd crash on a steep windy road. I also thought I might fall out of the sky). I sat at our Guatemala gate in Miami on Feb 14th, excited to spot my valentine who, in her straw fedora, wears balmy so well. While we tried unsuccessfully to sneak me into business class, Lola did bring back two glasses, one of wine, the other mixed nuts. This so improved my cabin experience. I was the envy of all. The fight that broke out was simply a case of sour grapes and was brought quickly under control. Note: People who travel business must be statistically more prone to incontinence. How else to explain the toilet:traveller ratio.
My morning was just made happy by seeing this! : )
<3!!
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