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Interview with
Rebecca McClanahan I began writing poetry in high school, and it
was pretty bad-- full of clichés and forced rhyme, and overly-sentimental.
I never showed my work to anyone until college, when a writing teacher
encouraged me to continue. I’ve always held outside jobs-- first to put myself
through college and later to help support my writing obsessions. Some jobs were
odder than others. I’ve been a church organist, a proofreader, a school
teacher, a secretary, a part-time actress, an Avon lady, and even one of those
unfortunate souls condemned to stand behind the return counter at Sears'
Catalogue Store. No matter what job I had, I never stopped writing, though for
years I was terrified of making my work public. Finally, after I finished
graduate school, I began to publish. I’ve always used whatever mode the
writing demands--poetry, fiction, essay, or song lyric. Each genre has its
own rhythm and I try to listen for the natural beat. Writing does not come
easily to me, but I’ve written because of an inner driving force that leaves
me little choice in the matter. When I’m writing poems, stories, or personal
essays, however, outlines are useless for me-- as they appear to be for dozens
of writers I know personally and hundreds whose journals, letters, interviews
and memoirs I’ve studied. For most of us, writing appears to be an ongoing act
of discovery, or, as John Updike says, “a constant search for what one is
saying.” Some writers begin in the dark, with only a word, a phrase, a cloudy
image or emotion to guide them; they feel their way to the light. Some, like
Katherine Anne Porter, who said she always knew where she was going and how her
stories would end, write the ending first and then, in Porter’s words, “go
back and work towards it,” thus making a kind of backwards discovery. Still
others map out a plan but quickly discard it when the road unexpectedly veers
off in a more intriguing direction. Some people get bogged down in journal writing
because they feel they have to write every day, for example, or that they have
to use journal writing strictly as therapy or as a form of catharsis. That’s
too narrow a view. In WRITE YOUR HEART OUT I detail lots of different approaches
to journal writing, including keeping a “passage journal” in which you
record your journey not through a particular week, month, or year, but through a
particular life passage. I also talk about using journal writing to locate
writing subjects, to practice different writing approaches and forms, to record
details and events that you can later transform into poems or stories, and many
other possibilities. Many people report that they write only when they’re hurt, afraid, lonely, heartbroken, or otherwise in turmoil. It’s what I call the foxhole syndrome: writing as desperate prayer. When the bullets start zinging close to our heads, we drop to our knees, crawl into our writing dens, and start praying with paper and pen. But when the smoke clears, we crawl out, stretch, breathe deeply, drop the words like spent ammunition, and walk back to our comfortable lives. Why is it that so many of us feel compelled to write during difficult times yet barely think of writing when our lives are sailing happily along? Maybe when we’re happy we’re too absorbed in our happiness to think of anything else. Why stop the carousel when the music is so bright, the colors flashing past our eyes? And if we’re accustomed to writing primarily to vent anger or sadness, navigate our way through dark territory, or to “fix” problems, when things are going well we may feel, in essence, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” If nothing’s wrong, why do we need to write? We may even suspect that writing during times of joy might jinx our happiness, tempt the fates. Often, though, our failure to write during
times of joy stems from an inability to recognize present happiness. Pain makes
itself known; when we’re hurting, most of us can’t help but feel the pain.
But happiness can sneak up on us. As the centenarian who was interviewed said,
sighing deeply, “Life is so daily.” Most days, I move through my life
with little thought of the small joys which comprise it. Nothing’s really
wrong, but nothing’s really right either. Or so it seems. Actually, plenty is
right; I just haven’t taken time to notice Letter writing offers a final bonus. Because it encourages both spontaneous expression and focused communication, it can serve as a rehearsal for the writing of poems, stories, essays, articles, and other literary pieces. The seeds of many of Thoreau’s essays can be traced to his letters, and Steinbeck’s daily “diary-letters” to his wife while he was traveling across the country became his famous Travels With Charley. Steinbeck’s countless other letters—he’s purported to have written as many as seven a day—served as warm up exercises for his novels and stories.
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