I you write about matters to you, then you’ll organically and naturally bring all of your talents and attention to it. Ron Carlson
The clouds have a silver cast to them this morning but will likely break up as the afternoon wears on. When I’m home at night I sometimes tune into my favorite public television programs such as Frontline. On Friday night there is the wonderful Bill Moyers who always manages to interview interesting people and who opens his show with sharp-edged commentary. Then there is The McLaughlin Group which this week featured Pat Buchanan siding with the law with his opinion that Skooter Libby should actually go to prison for his many acts of perjury and obstructing justice. Then Austin City Limits came on and I watched James Blunt, the English singer. After his concert he was briefly interviewed about his songwriting and he said, “the mind is a lonely place.” I was so struck with his comment because lately I’ve been thinking about the loneliness of the writing life and how sometimes loneliness is as familiar to me as my breath.
I think the way to face the isolation is to meet it head on as when you’re forced to wrestle with any problem you’d rather ignore. Because a writer is a person who needs to get comfortable with vast amounts of time spent alone, who has the patience to explore the loneliness and labyrinths of the mind. And it seems to me that these days everyone is bent on never being alone. I marvel at people who need to chat on their cell phones as they walk their dogs or squeeze tomatoes in the market. What’s wrong with simply paying attention as the day unfolds instead of filling it with the bric-a-brac and noise of diversion?
“The second level is, as you’re writing the story, don’t hurry. When you come to a scene, say there. Stay there long enough to find out what might happen. I’m just pleading for patience, because people do not sit still in a place anymore. There’s almost no here and now in our country, because of the computer, because of cell phones, and because of iPods. We’re all someplace else.”
