Writing is a lonely craft. When a writer sits down to write—really write, not just talk about writing—there are only three components involved: a writing utensil, a blank page, and the writer’s own mind. Through the years, writing utensils and the blank page have changed drastically. Ink and quill morphed into typewriters, then laptop keyboards. The blank surface of papyrus became pressed printer paper, then mere pixels on a screen.
But while the instruments of writing transformed over time, their function remained mostly the same: to be a playground for the writer’s own mind.
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” (Virginia Woolf)
“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” (James A. Michener)
“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.” (Ray Bradbury)
“You can make ANYTHING by writing.” (C.S. Lewis)
For the next month, I’m diving deep into the writing cave to make some headway on my next novel. I’ve been working on this one for a while, I’m stuck at 21,000 words, and I need something to push me. By the end of November (National Novel Writing Month), I’m hoping to add another 30,000 words to the draft.
I won’t be blogging until at least early December. But rest assured, I will be writing.
I’ll also be on Twitter. Why? Because I usually tweet when I write, even if only a meager “Need more coffee #amwriting.” And I’ll continue posting regularly to my FB author page, often in ways that provide hints to my mental state (if you haven’t liked my page yet, please do. I post regularly about coffee and writing, with some cyberpunk thrown into the mix).
Social media and events like NaNoWriMo remind us that as writers, we’re not alone. We desperately need this reminder.
But the truth of the matter—for every writer—is that the act of writing is lonely.
There’s a keyboard.
The blank page.
And the writer’s own mind—that fun place of chaos, characters, and worlds within worlds within worlds that have yet to be discovered.
“When I’m writing, it’s all the playground…” (Stephen King, On Writing)
Time to come out and play.
Cemeteries are usually eerie, lonely places—barren reminders of the dearly departed. Not in Buenos Aires, home to one of the most beautiful cemeteries in the world. For the record, I’ve never been to Buenos Aires. But it’s come to my attention that something strange (and furry) walks between the graves of the Buenos Aires cemetery.
Cats. All kinds of cats.
Despite how it sounds in this pre-Halloween season, this is not from the pages of a Stephen King book. It’s the subject of a documentary called “The Guardians of Recoleta,” currently in production with BE MORE REAL, a global media production firm owned by Blake Kuhre and his wife, Adrienne.
I went to high school with Blake, where we worked together at the student newspaper and other journalistic endeavors on campus. Since then, he’s built a thriving career in broadcast journalism and new media, including ten years with the Walt Disney Company. As director of BE MORE REAL, Blake now describes himself as “a former Mouseketeer turned storyteller.”
Ok, back to the cats.
I want to know more about them.
Cats that hang out in one of the most beautiful cemeteries of the world fascinate me. Maybe I read too many cat stories as a child. Or the early introduction of the Pumpkin Spice Latte to the Starbucks menu has me feeling all spooky. But I think cemetery cats are kind of cool…
And yes, perhaps also a bit spooky. In a beautiful feline sort of way.
“Millions of tourists, thousands of souls, and 9 lives.” – The Guardians of Recoleta.
(Love animals? Interested in these cemetery cats? Crowd funding for “The Guardians of Recoleta” is open through 10/2… click here to support this unique documentary.)
My oldest child is about to turn twelve. This freaks me out. I remember being twelve, and that’s why I just don’t think it’s possible for me to actually raise a child of this age. So I wrote this blog post as therapy. An affirmation, so to speak. (I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!)
Here are my top seven reasons why Generation X Parents ROCK:
1. We survived some of the 70s, and all of the 80s and 90s. Think about it. These three decades defined disco, big hair, bigger hair, the entire span of Michael Jackson’s fame and demise, Nirvana, OJ Simpson, Columbine. Our parents might have been hippies or beatniks. We’ve been through it. Just sayin’.
2. We have choices. Diet or regular. Organic or pesticide-laden. McDonalds or Chic-Fil-A. Netflix or satellite. Our choices are endless. If anything, we have WAY TOO MANY CHOICES. What a great problem to have, right?
3. We have resources our parents didn’t have. A seatbelt requirement, for example. Sturdy infant carseats. Oh, and yeah…the entire span of human knowledge at our fingertips. Plus…wait for it…this one is my favorite one…A SMALL, VERY IMPORTANT DEVICE that can always be taken away. Worse than grounding. Worse than losing allowance. It’s the best incentive for good behavior EVER.
4. We’re streetwise about boy bands and fame. We weren’t surprised when Justin Bieber was arrested for DUI and resisting arrest. I mean, seriously. We were raised by people who had Elvis, the Beatles and the Doors. We cut our pop culture teeth on Madonna, LL Cool J, Metallica, and Kurt Cobain. We had Snoop Dogg, NKOTB, NSync, Color Me Badd, and Milli Vanilli. We know how to guide our kids through celebrity worship. We know the limitations of entertainment.
5. We embrace technology. We understand it’s a necessary tool. We know that children who have access to the latest technology will have more opportunities in a future workplace, so as taxpayers we vote for tech funding in even the lowest income schools. We know that kids pick up on this stuff faster than we do, because they grew up with it, literally from the cradle. We might be jealous of this. But we’d never say so.
6. We absolutely don’t trust technology. Facebook isn’t private, no matter what the settings tell you. Since logging into the online world sometime in our early-ish years, we’ve been hacked, tracked, and digitally violated in so many ways it’s not even funny. As children we thought mandatory finger-printing was sort of creepy. Now we cyberstalk our kids and feel no shame in doing so. It’s part of the job description.
7. We could survive without smartphones. Granted, it wouldn’t be pretty. But most of us remember a world without texting, Google, or Siri. We could do it, if we absolutely had to. We might wander the countryside aimlessly, looking for a payphone or the Encyclopedia Britannica or something, but we’d pull it off somehow. Our kids, on the other hand… well, I guess we better teach them. Just in case.
I mean, that’s what parents are for, right!?