On Friday, I attempted to watch a webinar about marketing and
promotion. It was a three-hour class and I was quite certain I
wouldn't be able to sit still for that long. Since it was a replay (I'd
missed the live webinar), I decided I should clean my desk as I listened.
I could wipe shelves and easily sort papers into two piles, right?
Wrong.
Midway into cleaning. |
To decide what I wanted to keep and what should go to the discard
pile, I needed to read some journal entries, reread various conference notes,
label some new file folders, and ...well, you get the picture. The
marketing webinar soon took a back seat to exploring years of notations, ideas,
and false starts.
Part of what I read were notebook
entries from last December when my local writing group decided to try our hand
at teaching new writers how to "Jump Start" their writing. We began
with a couple of writing prompts from Natalie Goldberg's Wild
Mind, then we wrote using smell as a stimuli.
Did you know that smell tends
to jog memories and stir emotions more than our other senses?
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I remember the first time I did
this writing exercise. I was in a beginning writer class and the
instructor lit a cigar and passed it around the table. One of the older women
left the room sobbing. The instructor picked up the woman's pen and notepad and
followed her from the room. When our twenty minute timed writing was
done, the red-eyed woman rejoined the group. We were invited, if we
desired, to share a paragraph or two. The woman volunteered and read
about her cigar smoking father who had been killed in World War II. Prompted by
the smell of the cigar smoke, she was able to write an agonizing story about
the day she found out he was dead.
In December, my friend set out a variety of aromatic products to
choose from. I chose lemon scented furniture polish.
Somehow, through the magic of letting go and just writing, I discovered some things that I think will help me with my current WIP.
I wrote in poetry format. Here’s a couple of lines from my
wild mind, timed writing.
Dust particles cluster
and hide under couches,
crouch under chairs,
and taunt me when I pass.
Like old hurts,
I allow them to stay,
undisturbed
and embrace the lessons they
offer.
For me, rereading this was powerful because the heroine of my
current WIP has suffered great personal losses and she needs to find her way to
a new normal. Who knew the scent of
furniture polish could prompt me to explore her past hurts and how she can come to terms
with them?
Goldberg teaches us to kick out our internal editor, choose a
place and time with no distractions, and keep the pen moving. No computers
allowed because typing uses a different part of your brain. Twenty minute
sprints tend to be quite telling.
I’m sure there are lots of aromas that remind you of something. Sometimes the memories are fleeting thoughts, lost in the next moment. For example, the scent of roses reminds me of my mother. But I have to wonder what I might discover if I smelled roses, shut out everything else, and just wrote with no preconceived plan.
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And my desk? After six
hours I finished cleaning and am ready to put those notations to work for my heroine.
It's interesting how our sense of smell transports us. By the way, your desk looks amazing!
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