Noise, sounds, music
As writers we all know everything happens when we write, out of a mysterious dimension hidden in ourselves most of the time, and freely expanding when we reach the « zone ».
But as writers, we also know everything happens when we don’t. When we fine tune our own brains. When we allow that mysterious dimension to take its time, cook its own secret recipes, far awaway from our conscious self. These are silent times, but golden ones.
The best of our writing comes from these moments of non writing, when the roots of our own voice are allowed to go deep in our heart, when what we call « ourselves » expands and restructure itself, including millions of new sensations, points of views, ideas, feelings.
The writing life has a time and a pace. Respect it, nurture it, celebrate it : this is the true knowledge of the writer. Don’t listen to yourself, don’t listen to the world. Don’t listen to noises. Just listen to the tender and terrible flows of your writing life, have a taste for silence and raw sounds. The music will flow, freely, when the time comes.
Be confident. Be patient. Be careful.
This inner rythm is the source of your best pages and stories.
Be the audience, quietly welcoming what comes. And when it comes, enjoy the ride, let your soul resonate with the wave, magnify the ocean, be the water and the wind, smile to the process and disappear in it.
At the end, you’ll put your name at the bottom of a page, your signature on a contract, your autograph maybe on a book that someone cherished and cared for.
Knowing that something has been writing in you, by you, through you, with you.
But that « you », the one with your name, the one the world knows, has few to do with this process.
The greatest have learned to be invisible. And that is precisely why we love them.
Crédit Photo : Robert Desnoyer