All
writers have their rituals, their ways of helping the ideas flow. I am
constantly reminded that writer’s block does not exist, that it is an excuse
used by the lazy or fearful to commit words to paper, or ether. Stephen King
once said that “Writer’s block only exists in the amateur, the professional
just does the work.” Not wanting to be an amateur I do the work. Except on days
when I’m just lazy and I admit to it as such. In my creative times I must sit at my keyboard, or as I type this
today, at my asthmatic laptop wheezing away in the background as the words flow
from my brain, through my fingers to the tapping sound of the keys to produce
words that now sit inside your brain.
I
remember reading about the disciplined way that Dan Brown writes. He will rise
at 4am each day and type 2000 words a day and finish around 6am ready to move
on having done the ‘work’. To help his ideas flow he will hang upside down in
his gravity boots, suspended from the ceiling or a door frame; I can’t say this
would work for me, but I haven’t sold 200 million books either. It always
amazed me that JK Rowling could write ‘the Philosopher’s Stone’ in a busy
Edinburgh café; I once visited the Elephant Café where Harry Potter came to
life and I was astonished at the volume of noise and how dear Joanne managed to
write the words that would change her life.
Personally
I need silence to write; I’ve tried classical music in the background, but I found
it annoying. As I find all noise annoying, when I have to let my brain function
at its most creative. Fortunately I live in a very quiet part of the world and
the whirring breathlessness of this laptop is bearable. How I look forward to
the return of my PC at the weekend. So, if it is quiet that I need to let the
words flow where do most of my ideas form?
It is
out on the roads of Northamptonshire, not in a car, usually anyway, but from
the padding of the streets and roads as I run. I never understand why people
run with headphones, listening to music, although I suppose we all have our
different ways of finding Zen. For me it is about getting out into the air and
creating the flow of serotonin; of leaving all worries behind and pushing
myself – and that’s true whether the run is easy or tough. Something happens in
the fresh air, and it feels different from when I run than if I walk in the
woods and the fields. My best ideas have always come either out on the road or
in the shower after, as the water bounces off the top of my head or runs
rivulets over me and into the plughole. In the peace, in the quiet, my brain
ticks over and pulls random thoughts from my mind and from the creative gods of
the unknown.
The act
of running does two things: creates serotonin and helps me feel I’m alive. If I
have a good run, I feel at my best; if I have a tough run I have overcome a
hurdle. If, as it is so often, I just run then I still get the twin benefits,
but the value is in what the experience gives me. Ideas, peace, direction,
health and a place I know I can always retreat. I use running to help me
overcome emotional pain by feeling physical pain. I run when I’m happy, I run
when I’m sad and I run when it just has to be done. I can also talk myself out
of a run with alarming ease. Mostly though, I just run. I keep it simple. I
discipline myself in the same way with my writing; by writing at regular times, when
my mind is most active I get the best out of myself. If
there is writer’s block, then there is runner’s block and as there is neither I
know I just have to get on with the ‘work’.
Yours breathlessly
Andy Gibney
@andygibneystwitter
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