When Passion Trumps Formula
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In my last blog, I discuss my formula for writing High Concept.
If you missed it, you will find it at:
http://www.redroom.com/blog/lslbradford/1-part-fascination-1-part-excavation-1-sentence-high-concept
What about when words just spill onto a page? Should we worry about formula? That depends on what motivates you to write in the first place.
I wrote The Garden That Grew Her quite by accident. My hands had a mind of their own and words literally spilled onto a page faster than my conscious mind could keep up with. At the time, the monetary reward did not concern me. I so loved the journey of the book and how it was shaping me, the financial reward was secondary.
The relationships that developed with people around the globe as a result of that journey, was the reward. Knowing that I had a small part of someone’s shift, somewhere on this planet, shifted me. It grew me. I am forever changed.
My mentor and co-writer, Marilee Pallant, said it best when she wrote me, “the beauty of the heart that offers -- the wonder of the soul willing to write,” and in response to talk of formula, “a good dash of "wisdom" and Presence”. And my favorite insight, “yet in the end the good stuff transcends any original formula and allows for a true alchemical happening.”
So write on, eat Mac and Cheese or Filet Mignon. Above all--enjoy the process, the passion and the people. The toolbox does not always need opening. Sometimes, a butter knife is the best screwdriver.
You can read more of Marilee’s work and see her illuminated art at: http://soulspeak.guidanceenergy.com/profile/MarileePallant
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Michael Pokocky says:
Ok finished the last post
Ok finished the last post and this.
Here's something to play with. I wrote 11 books between 1999 and 2001. All by hand. All within 6 to 8 weeks each, for 70,000 to 250,000 words respectively in range. Then I stopped.
Since then I have not done a thing with them. I was paranoid. Why be given this gift and not be able to do anything with it further? Imagine the pain and suffering. Imagine getting to the point where I want to quit. Imagine then at the depth of misery and despair and anger and frustration, an Insight!
I am not the same person I was when I wrote those books.
What do I want now?
Well I proved to myself I can write. The internet and social networking and the state of publishing has threw me into a frenzy, where I feel its time to keep the Olympic Torch Flame going for my writing self; I will continue to write and forget everything I ever read about the internet and the future of publishing et al.
I may become and old curmudgeon, but I will finally at peace and free to live my life and to write: Anytime, Anyplace, for Anyone.
cheers________Michael
ps. Can you guess where I am going with this Leslie?
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