May 2018: Listening to the story

I often refer to writing as my asshole best friend.  It never leaves me (it may be dormant, but it never actually leaves) and it will always tell me the truth, even when–especially when–I don’t want to hear it.  Am I overscheduled?  Overanxious? Overcontrolling?  Not getting enough sleep or food?  Those conditions show up as blocks in my writing process which forces me to address them or at the very least, acknowledge what’s going on.  Natalie Goldberg* said, “To write is to ultimately deal with your whole life,” which I find to be infuriatingly true.

Today I finished a story that pushed me to confront one of my beloved myths: the cure for every problem in my life is to work harder.  God, how I love that myth.  It means that everything a) can be fixed and b) if it isn’t fixed, it’s because  I’m just not working hard enough.  If a friend told me that they were struggling I wouldn’t reflexively say, “Just work harder!”  but I tell myself that a lot.

[Image description: Kermit the Frog typing desperately]

I’ve been bumping up hard against this myth in my life and in my writing during the past few years.  In the case of this story, I found it more and more difficult to work on the piece and I didn’t know why.  I was excited about the first draft and my beta readers got what I was trying to express and gave productive feedback for improving the story.  But as I edited the piece I started to feel worse and worse until I was dreading working on it. I told myself that this was just a case of losing new story energy and reminded myself that new story energy, like new relationship energy, is lovely but not very reliable for a long-haul journey.

I tried doubling down and working through the dread.  I set writing dates up with friends, set weekly goals for editing, and showed up at the page.   But working harder didn’t work.  I tried taking a break then attacking it again, but that didn’t work either, the dread just got worse. I felt so frustrated and afraid–if working harder wasn’t helping, what could help?

On the recommendation of a friend,  I started reading the book Art & Fear: Observations On The Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking by David Bayles and Ted Orland.  A line from Chapter 3 stuck to me.

The lessons you are meant to learn are in your work.  To see them, you need only look at the work clearly-without judgement, without need or fear, without wishes or hopes.  Without emotional expectations.  Ask your work what it needs, not what you need.  Then set aside your fears and listen, the way a good parent listens to a child.

After another frustrating and painful session with the piece, I tried something entirely new.  I asked myself, without judgment, without emotional expectations, What feels so bad about this?  The answer came immediately: I feel like I’m losing the soul of the story.  This doesn’t feel like my story anymore.  And that hurts.

Inquiring after the pain and listening rather than trying to muscle through the pain opened up a new path for my work.  I started a another draft with the goal trying to recapture the feeling of my original draft.   I didn’t throw out the workshop comments but I tried to lean into what made my story unique and excited when I first wrote it.

I’m not sure if I hit the mark, but the dread dissipated and I’m going to go out on a limb and say that dissipating dread is probably a good thing.  Once again, my asshole best friend was willing to tell me the truth but I had to ask and actually listen like the good friend I want to be.

*I’m pretty sure it was Natalie Goldberg.  I searched for the origin of this quote and I haven’t found it yet.  If anyone knows the origin, please tell me!

 

I’m back! New site update and announcements…

Hello dear readers,

As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been absent from social media and this website since summer 2017. There are two primary reasons for this:

  1. Refocused time:  My organization is in the last phase of our fundraising campaign, which has meant that our prospect research shop is really cooking with gas, as old-timey jazz musicians used to say.  In addition, I got a promotion (hooray!) and have been taking on more responsibilities in internal communications and research ethics–including working on GDPR compliance.   We’ve also been short-staffed until recently when we brought on three fantastic researchers to our team.  These are all exciting things, but it has meant that I’ve needed to focus my energy on my job at the University of Chicago and my daily work (such as internal policymaking/ethics/communication issues) has involved internal confidential information that would not be appropriate for me to discuss publicly (but I hope to present some case studies in the future!).
  2. Widened audience:  I’ve had several new publications and public speaking opportunities in 2017, which is also exciting–but it means that having both my creative writing life and my prospect research life on the same web and social media platform is starting to not make sense anymore.  It’s been difficult to balance the two, so I took some time to think about next steps.

Which brings me to…next steps!

Hooray splits!

I’ve decided to split off my prospect research content into a new website.  Going forward, my author’s website will be www.ameliaaldred.com and the posts will focus on storytelling, upcoming appearances, and publications.  My prospect research website will be www.thephilanthropologist.com and the monthly posts will focus especially on culture and philanthropy and include guest contributors. On the same note, on Twitter @ameliaaldred will be devoted to creative writing content (and other media shouting) while my new account  @AnthroPhil will be devoted to prospect research content. The list of prospect research resources on ameliaaldred.com has been migrated (and updated!) to thephilanthropologist.com.  Fellow nonprofit professionals can check out the first blog post now!

I’ve enjoyed interacting with all of you at readings, conferences, and online and I’m excited about these new ways of connecting with folks.

Best wishes, Amelia