Warning: This blog entry has several stops in Freakyville. Hope you all stay on board.
As a grad student, my first attempt at a thesis was fiction based on a trial I’d covered as a reporter when I lived in Georgia. It had been an interesting case, one that had drawn a degree of international attention, and I felt I should (a mistake I’ll discuss in a later blog entry — never write what you should write; write what you want to write) write about it, because I had been there. I spent my first semester working on this novel, compiled about 80 pages or so and gave it to my mentor, Kaylie Jones.
Kaylie is a pull-no-punches teacher, and when you’ve written crap, she’ll tell you (she is the most passionate, inspiring and brilliant instructor on any topic I’ve ever known). “You need to seriously think about why you want to be a writer,” she told me.
Then she said someting which at the time freaked me out. “You should try meditating,” she said.
Sounds new agey and ridiculous, doesn’t it? It did to me at the time. Meditation always seemed like something for robe-wearing sandle-wearers. I always thought, appologies to Samuel Coelridge and his opium, writing was sitting there, staring at a page and figuring out a story that exists somewhere in your head, and the freakos who talk of subconscious were all kidding themselves.
But Kaylie’s recommendation was where I began to realize something about what Norman Mailer calls “The Spooky Art.” For the most part, nobody gives a shit what your conscious mind has to say.
Here’s an Adams County, Pa., description of the human mind. Ya got two brains bangin round in that skull o’ yers. Some’s got more, but youse got at least two in thar. The first is your conscious self, the person who makes fun of people who meditate, who recognizes reality. Often, this brain is the one that tells you the lies you need to get through your day, to make you socially acceptable, to guard you, to bring you success in business, etc., etc. It has limits and is fairly uninteresting — he’s the person you meet at a party who spends the evening talking about mushroom soil. He fits in, he doesn’t stand out. He’s boring.
The other brain is your subconscious. This is where you dream. It has no limits. When your boring conscious mind takes a nap, this guy takes over. This is the place that gives you the nightmares about the vampire shoes and vest-wearing snakes, yes. But it’s more than that. This is the mind that has a deep-rooted connection to your soul (some would go even further and talk about the collective subconscious). This is who you really are. This is where you reach the brass ring that all writers are searching for — truth. Even if you’re like Buffy, a children’s writer colleague of mine, who writes, among other things, funny stories for children, she’s trying to write something that’s true, that touches her reader in some way (even if it’s just something to make them laugh). All creativity comes from here, even if your conscious self is in control, it’s your subconscious pushing its way past the boring guy and showing off.
So if you think you can sit down and type out a story the same way you make out a grocery list, success may elude you. You have to let your subconscious tell the story. Nobody cares about your conscious mind. Your conscious mind is all about your daily responsibilities and social acceptance. Even if you’re writing a novel about daily responsibilities and social acceptance, if you let your conscious mind tell the story, you’ll tell it in trite ways everyone has heard before. Let your subconscious take over, and you’ll reach deeper chords all of us have within us. You’ll be speaking to people on a deeper level.
I don’t mean you should fall asleep and hire Edgar Casey’s stenographer to write down what you say. I mean you should do your best to quiet your conscious mind. Some recommend a simple meditation. In a quiet room, sit down in a comfortable position. Close your eyes. Now, breathe in and out and count your breaths. Each time you breath in think “And” and when you breathe out think “one.” Count up to four and start over again. Do this for 20 minutes. Now here’s the hard part — DON’T THINK ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE NUMBERS YOU’RE COUNTING. Think of your brain as a child you’re trying to keep on a path. When the child wanders into the grass or to something else, gently tell the child to return to the path. It’s hard! I think it was Plato who compared the human mind to a ship adrift on an ocean. You’ll think about sports, celebrities, what you have to do, your finances, you’ll see pictures, lavalamp-like lumps — but you gently tell yourself to stop and return to your counting. It’s hard to steady it, but that’s what you’re attempting to do. You’re attempting to focus on nothing but this set of numbers. And, with practice, you learn to focus deeply and you can quiet your mind.
Others swear by transcendental meditation, which involves a mantra — something you repeat over and over. There are classes for this.
But the point is, you have to try to let your subconscious tell the story. This is one of the great challenges in writing. But have you ever written something and felt like what you’re writing is taking over? That’s your subconscious telling the story. The key is to harness it and make that kind of thing happen all the time.
Anybody have any luck with this? Anybody have any suggestions? I’ve heard writing first thing in the morning is helpful for the subconscious as well. You keep a pad and pen by your bed. You wake up and you write before you do anything else (when I try this, all I write is crap, but I’ve heard it works for some people).
Anybody have any advice to give? And by a show of hands, how many of you now think I’m a hippy weirdo?





One of the worst things I can do when I’m working on a project is to read Fitzgerald. His prose is so beautiful. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be able to write something like “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” The problem is I always try to imitate that style even when I don’t mean to. And when a person who is unsure about themselves tries to write this way, it turns into overwritten dreck, and nine times out of ten the writer goes crazy with modifiers.