Notes

The Artist’s Way / week 2

Think of yourself as an incandescent power, illuminated and perhaps forever talked to by God and his messengers. 

-Brenda Ueland

My trend of waking up at 5 am has continued, which means I’m still firmly on The Artist’s Way train. It feels good. I’m finding that even though I’ve read the first few chapters at least four times, most of it feels completely knew. Either I wasn’t paying attention the first time or I’m just in a different place with my writing.

Cameron spends a good chunk of week 2 addressing skepticism. Essentially, we don’t want to believe that the universe might actually be helping us achieve our creative dreams (because then we’re off the hook, right?). She writes, “The reason we think it’s weird to imagine an unseen helping hand is that we still doubt that it’s okay for us to be creative.” She adds that we’re more likely to attribute any changes in our own beliefs or behavior to pure coincidence, as well as any time the universe cooperates with our plan.

I read chapter 2 one morning before my kids woke up, and later that day, I clicked a link on facebook that led me to an instagram of a writer offering a free mentorship for the first 6 months of 2019. It sounded an awful lot like everything I’ve been wishing for and turning over rocks to find. I laughed at the synchronicity and then convinced myself I needed to submit my application ASAP before I could talk myself out of it, even though the deadline was still several days away. I don’t know yet if my application was selected, I’m sure many applied. But I am proud of myself for going for it, when I might have previously decided I wasn’t in “the right place” to put myself out there like that.

The second interesting thing that happened during week 2 occurred during my early morning work session at the coffee shop. I headed over to Starbucks around 6:30 am, after I’d written my morning pages at home. Getting there early is key, otherwise you don’t get your pick of tables (although I did find it surprising I was not the only person there). Anyway, I got a chai and plugged away at the second draft of my memoir for a couple of hours, then went home. Later in the afternoon, I opened my laptop again to work some more, and was surprised to find, as I was scrolling through what I’d already written, a sentence I had no recollection of.

I’m very often surprised at what comes up on the page as I write, even if I think I have a good idea of where something is going. But, I’m always cognizant of what I’m typing, and I can recall every keystroke. This is the first time I’ve found a hidden treasure, a sentence I don’t remember thinking of, much less typing, right smack in between two sentences that I do remember.

It was very bizarre, and I can only attribute it to my continued recovery with The Artist’s Way. (Does that sound hokey?)

Onward to week 3!

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