One Writing Life’s Balance

Last week, I wrote about Ash Wednesday and Lent and pancakes. Turns out I didn’t make the pancakes, but I did manage to write drafts of three different poems, work on a collaboration, make decisions about pieces submitted to Gyroscope Review, begin reading a friend’s final novel draft. One of the things I’ve learned by having a blog is that writing weekly blog posts feeds into my other work in a way that unleashes new ideas, supports a steady flow of practice that eventually becomes finished work. The idea of Lent as a practice for self-discipline and weekly blog posts as a practice for the discipline a freelance writer needs is a nice fit.

Another nice fit I’ve created for this writing life is laundry Mondays (don’t laugh – whatever works when trying to balance work and life is worthy). As writers and editors – or anyone else who works online – there is a clear need to get away from the screen every so often so our eyes can get a screen break. On Mondays, which is probably my heaviest work day thanks to my blog schedule and the slush that comes in on weekends, I make sure I get those breaks by getting up to put laundry in the washer, switch it to the dryer, take it out of the dryer, fold. Sounds mundane, and it is, but the point is that a mundane task coupled with work that requires serious focus is a perfect match. I have to get out of my chair, go downstairs, move around.

I’m sometimes amused when I think about how my mom always did laundry on Mondays. She was pretty scheduled that way, even though she didn’t have to be. And here I am, with a packed writing/editing schedule most weeks, putting laundry on Mondays, too, because it suits the writing life rhythm I’ve got going. Does this fit one of the definitions of irony?

There are other things that I’ve put into practice to balance a writing life in which I’m alone much of the time. Going out midday for errands is one of them. People who write, who work online, sometimes forget that human contact and a change of scenery is healthy. Stepping outside is absolutely essential for my sanity and combining that with whatever needs to be done – post office, pharmacy, grocery store, bank – means I have to talk to other people. It shakes off whatever I’ve worked on in the morning and gives me a chance for another perspective to show up.

A writing life does not mean holing up in a room shut away from everyone else. It means full-on engagement with a world that is always changing, always offering something unexpected. And you have to get out of your chair to find it. You just have to be disciplined enough to get back in the chair to make the words appear on the page.

Now pardon me while I go get that first load of laundry into the dryer. Happy Monday.

 

 

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9 comments

  1. I enjoy your posts dedicated to writing. Thank you. I don’t have a set laundry day. Only when I notice the hamper is overflowing. Today I am grateful that the only sickness I have now is a lingering cough. It appears the urinary infection I had in spades yesterday, has disappeared today so I can go to exercise class—in the wind and rain.

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  2. Ha! I work with people and can’t wait to get home and be a social recluse and write. I store up ideas during the day like a squirrel with nuts. Some days I get them down, other days the squirrel has to run around and around before committing to paper. On weekends I intersperse chores with writing, much like you do and for the same reasons. Balance is key, as you’ve pointed out. Even on a snowy Saturday, I can only write so long before the brain rebels and says “Make brownies!”

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  3. Guess what I’m doing? Well, besides searching “minnesota and poetry” on wordpress, because I’ve recently moved back to MN after decades of absence and need to reestablish community. All my writing friends live so far away now, and all the people I love most are writers and readers.

    Yep. I’m doing laundry. I love synchronicity and serendipity. I’m glad I found you!

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