I just returned from Calvin College’s Festival of Faith and Writing, featuring such diverse writers as Luci Shaw, Richard Foster, Rachel Held Evans, and Anne Lamott and offering sessions on everything from how to write a book proposal to self-publishing, writing about trauma to writing novels, writing children’s books to writing faithfully about sex. Some sessions were practical, others funny, some heady, some worshipful. All inspired and challenged me. Several offered strategies I’ve taken to heart and will pass on to my students.
The best advice, from Anne Lamott, was the simplest and hardly new or profound. She must have said it twenty times during a characteristically hilarious and solipsistic one-hour interview—which surged pell-mell in and out of her various addictions, the gift of desperation, her cellulite-pocked thighs, people she appreciates (those who give her even more cream for her coffee, for example) and those she avoids (e.g., those who claim you can’t have fear and faith simultaneously), her love of desserts and coffee with massive amounts of cream (Did I mention that already?), the interminably lost and sought jetliner on CNN in her hotel room, and the good news that we’re “loved and chosen” (a refrain I’m already aware of reiterated apropos to nothing that I could tell but nevertheless causing tears to start from my eyes each time)—and it was the same advice I’ve encountered whenever I’ve heard her talk or reread her wonderful book on writing, Bird by Bird. Still, like that loved and chosen refrain, it seized me anew each time she said it. It was this: All it takes to write is to sit down and do it.
She put forth several ancillary recommendations. That you can’t wait for your toddlers to start school or your teens to leave home. That you don’t need an office, just a door that closes. That you have to say no, nicely, to the dogs, cats, and kids at that door, who are attracted like heat-seeking missiles to your lap (or thighs or cellulite, I can’t remember). That all one needs—not only in writing but in everything (“Anything I know about anything,” she observed, “applies to everything else.”) is structure and discipline. That, for the past four years, she’s turned off her cellphone and written every day, at the same exact time (9 a.m.), no matter what.
“Give me an hour!” she kept demanding—as if she were our mom and we her teenage wastrels—and pointing out all the junk we waste our time on each day. Though I’ve written and revised and published five books, I still need this reminder, this goad to get after it.
“You’ve got an hour! Give me that hour!” she yelled, as though we would be writing just for her.
And truly, inspired as I was by that simple call to quit dallying, I really feel as though I’m writing, right now, for Anne alone.
I planned out that hour—or maybe two, since, as she said, you’ll really only get forty usable minutes out of an hour, only an hour and twenty minutes out of two—all the way back to Oklahoma. In the seats at my gate, on the tarmac waiting in vain to take off, back in those airport seats after deplaning because of weather in Chicago (Who knew you couldn’t take off on a runway perpendicular to the wind direction?), through the murky clouds over Illinois and Missouri and Arkansas, in the car snailing the empty roads at midnight with my cautious husband.
“I’m gonna write as soon as I get up,” I told him. “Before I run. Before I do any grading or reading. Get me up at five, when you get up, but don’t talk to me. Just give me my coffee and let me write.”
Don’t worry: I’m a morning person. And with our dogs living outdoors and daughters away at college, I can write in my non-office—the living room—without even the closeable door Lamott requires. If my gaze strays from my computer screen, I’ll see the sun turn the horizon pink. Every single day. At this rate, I’ll get my novel drafted before summer’s end and revised and sent off sometime before moving on, loved and chosen, to a heaven of no distractions from what I should be doing.
10 Replies to “Loved, Chosen, and Writing (for the Forseeable Future) at 5 a.m.—A Lesson from Anne Lamott”
Thanks for this reminder. I can find an hour…
Just one. It’s working for me.
Patti—I was there at her keynote as well. You’ve done a lovely job of reporting it accurately, and passing on the beautiful wisdoms contained there. And you’ve gone that one step further—actually doing it!! Ahhhh, that hour! And I believe your novel WILL emerge in just the right time because of all those one hours …. Thank you for your always wise and lovely words, Patti.
Great post, Patty! Sometimes it’s the simplest advice that’s the most profound–and necessary. Now off to write I go. Thanks!
Go do it!
YES! I was there as well – and UGH, what loveliness Saint Anne gave all of us. I was just musing over her words, “It’s not who you are, but WHOSE you are.”
. . . : loved and chosen!
“All it takes to write is to sit down and do it.” So simple, yet SO difficult at times. And thanks for the reminder that we ARE “loved and chosen.” Here’s to the good life! Clink, clink!!!
Patty, I’ve put a hold on ‘Bird by Bird’ at our library via the internet thanks to this wonderful post of yours. I’m truly amazed that I finally finished my first ever novel draft (and am now editing) by simply showing up (no matter what) at my computer each morning while my teens were asleep. It really works.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
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