I read this quote recently:
‘Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called “mad” and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called “writers” and they do pretty much the same thing.’*
It plays to that image of writing as a solitary activity. Roald Dahl had his shed in the garden. My friend, Ruth Leigh, has her Palace of Creativity. I dream of having my own light-filled studio where time slows down for my imagination to work undisturbed.
The reality is very different. Admittedly, I do write at my desk (or on the bed) in the spare bedroom. But, like today, I also write in an armchair in our lounge while my husband plays guitar. I write my morning journal among other commuters on the train into university and rough out ideas for submissions on the train back. If I’m visiting the family home, I curl up to write in my corner of the sofa while my son plays video games or the others watch Spurs on the TV. On holiday, I’ve written on crowded beaches and at busy water parks.
But it’s not just a case of writing surrounded by other people. One thing my MA is teaching me is the value of writing with other people. Writing in community.
Each week, we bring our pieces for workshopping. We discuss what works and what doesn’t. What to do more of and what needs work. We suggest alternatives. We bring our difficulties and lacks for, as one tutor puts it, the hive mind to help with.
Let me give you an example.
This week, I submitted a poem I’ve written about my dad’s dementia, which is full of imagery. But the metaphors I’d used seemed so visual I couldn’t work out if my usual multimedia was needed or would just be overegging it. The group not only encouraged me with specific phrases and layout that did what I’d hoped they did but also pointed out that the poem either needed one unifying theme or to be more than one poem. And that insight gave me clarity.
Now I’m working on three separate poems and that led to my seeing how I can use different multimedia with each to deepen its meaning. Separating the poem out into distinct parts – they all have the same them and message so they still go together as a triptych – has freed and focussed my imagination to see what’s needed. I couldn’t have done that working on my own.
Writing isn’t a solitary occupation. We need others. The formal: beta-readers, editors, agents, publishers. The informal: tea makers, bill payers, reminderers when we need a break. And the inspirational: ideas sharers, resource pointers, cheerers on. We need the people who reassure us and the people who shake us up.
We live and write in society. We are influenced by the world in which we live. And we hope to influence or make a mark on that world and society by what we write. So we also need to let it make its mark on us too.
It may feel like we’re an island sometimes. Really, we’re an archipelago.
(*Attributed to either Ray Bradbury or Margaret Chittenden, both authors)