Posts Tagged ‘Mindfulness’

Words matter

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

If, before this week, you had told me that I would one day agree with Sarah Palin on anything, I would have snorted hot tea up my nose and wondered what you were smoking. 

That was before Palin called out Rahm Emanuel, the White House chief of staff, for using the word “retarded” as a slur.  I am so sick of hearing this word used that way that I can only stand and applaud.  I am sick of the way we treat the cognitively impaired as second-class citizens, long after we’ve agreed that it is wrong when done on the basis of gender or race or creed.  But it’s still okay to use the word “retarded” as the ultimate insult, in the process disrespecting every human who has ever struggled with an imperfectly functioning brain.

I have heard the word retarded used to describe my daughter, and I always wince.  She is cognitively impaired because of a genetic disorder that damaged her brain before she was born.  There is nothing any of us could do about her condition.  To mock and scorn her for it is the cowardly act of a person with few redeeming qualities, one who must denigrate others in order to feel good about himself. 

Not too long ago, I asked colleagues on a writers’ board to stop using “retarded” when they meant “ignorant.”  One or two people told me they didn’t realize how offensive it was and apologized.  The others basically told me to go screw myself for asking them to grow up and use some judgment.  

This was disheartening, to say the least: if writers don’t accept that words matter, how can we expect anyone else in the world to?  Words do matter, and when you use ”retarded” as a slur, you are dismissing and dehumanizing my daughter.  And she, sir, is a finer human being than you and I could ever hope to be. 

If you could see how hard she works to learn a thing I can pick up on the first try, you would not be scornful.  You would stand in awe of her persistence and her dedication to knowledge.  If you could listen to her conversation, and hear how she assures everyone that they are beautiful and she loves them, you would see the depth of compassion she has for others.  She does not see the purpose of hurting and insulting people, even those she disagrees with.  If you could see the way she stands up to someone who loses his temper and tells him he reminds her of the Beast in Beauty and the Beast, you would admire her courage and her sense of self.  

You may call my daughter retarded, and if you mean it as a description, it is true; if you mean it as an insult, the slur is on you.  You are something far worse than retarded: you are ignorant, and know it, and can’t be bothered to educate yourself.  That, in my opinion, is the condition worthy of mockery and scorn.

“Thank you for everything. I have no complaints whatsoever.”

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

A colleague of mine passed this saying along to me some years ago.  It seems his martial arts grandmaster would greet each morning by speaking those words to the universe.  For some reason, this struck me as a beautiful thing to do and I’ve taken to making this my own ritual. 

 

Which is not to say that I actually have no complaints whatsoever.  I have plenty of them, many of which I’m tempted to share with the universe (“Thanks, but I could have done without the food poisoning last week.” “Thanks, but I really liked that car and wanted to keep it.”  You know.)

 

The truth is, complaining about those problems doesn’t get me any closer to solving them.  Sure, we all need to vent sometimes, and frequently it’s harmless – and can even keep us from taking an action that we might regret.  If a friend tells me how irritated she gets with her son’s behavior, maybe the vent will help her clear her mind and find a better way to interact with her son (i.e., better than screaming at him about his behavior.)  

 

On the other hand, complaining about a problem to the wrong person often doesn’t help anything.  If I’m disappointed in how a colleague treats me, then complaining to my friends about his behavior isn’t useful.  I might ask for their feedback on a course of action, or if they think I’m overreacting, but until I tell my colleague that his behavior is disrespectful, I’m accomplishing nothing – and will have the same complaint the next time I deal with him.

 

This has been a tough year for all of us – people have lost their jobs, or are doing the work of three people, or find themselves with their toes hanging over the side of the abyss.  What worked before doesn’t seem to be working now.  Ranting about those idiots in Washington who let it get to this – and who still seem remarkably clueless about what life is like for the average individual – can make you feel better momentarily.  But in the end it just reinforces the idea that there’s nothing you can do about any of it.

 

By focusing on what’s right with my life instead of complaining about what’s wrong, I feel happier and more powerful. I feel stronger and less battered by unpredictability.  And I see that even the less-than-stellar events in life can have something to teach me.  So whenever I start to get frustrated and feel a rant coming on, I try to stop myself say, “Thank you for everything.  I have no complaints whatsoever.”

 

It doesn’t always work, but it’s worth a try. 

Complaining is not a strategy

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

I can’t remember where I first stumbled across this quote, though I know Randy Pausch talked about it in The Last Lecture.  Lately it’s been popping into my head a lot because I’m reading so much doom and gloom from people about the state of the publishing industry.  As I know I’ve said before, publishing has been in trouble since about 1843, and yet manages somehow to keep staggering along.  Does it change?  Yes.  Does it disappoint people – writers, editors, publishers, agents?  Hell yes.  Does that stop anyone from writing a book and wanting to see it published?  Not if my inbox is any evidence.

 

Now, this is not to say that I never complain, that I accept everything that happens with a cheerful equanimity that you could only hope to emulate. I can bitch and moan with the best of them.  But there are a couple of things I try not to do, which has helped me stay positive despite a lot of negative news:

 

1.  I try not to do it [complain] in public, where people who might want to hire me/buy my book/offer a contract for a client’s project will read it and make negative assumptions about me.  This includes writers’ boards and other online communities.  I know you want to be your authentic self, but trust me when I say, your online persona is no more your authentic self than your car is.  Think a little about how an editor might react if you posted a screed about her for something she doesn’t have any control over.  Then think how another editor might react on seeing it (“I don’t want to be next” is probably what’s crossing her mind).

 

2.  I try not to do it too much.  Blowing off a little steam with a trusted friend is one thing; constantly obsessing about the failures, real and imagined, of everyone I ever came in contact with over the last ten years is another.  Complaining can become a habit, and it’s an energy-drainer.  Ask me how I know this.

 

3.  I try not to let it be a source of validation.  “There, there, you’re right and all those miserable nasty folks who don’t love your work are all wrong!” can feel good, but in the end reinforcing my victimhood isn’t the kind of validation I need.  A certain niche of people have always valued my work; that’s what I need to focus on and where my neurotic need for validation can be fed.

 

4.  I try not to let it be a substitute for thinking and planning what I can do to overcome the problems and challenges I face.  Too often when we complain about a situation, we feel like we’ve actually done something about it when we haven’t.  If it’s a situation about which nothing can be done, stewing about it doesn’t help.  In those cases, how we decide we’re going to think about things is crucial.

 

What do you do when you feel surrounded by the negative and want to stay positive?

Celebrating the small things

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

The other day my daughter and I were in the car headed down the two-lane county road that leads from the big town to our small town when I noticed a new caution sign.  So I slowed down.  Half a mile or so later, I discovered that an intersection was being repaired, and a somewhat confusing scramble through orange barrels ensued.  It wasn’t a big deal, and the only reason I remark on it is that when I came out the other end of the luge (as one of my friends calls it), my daughter exclaimed, “You made it through, Mama!”  Like I was possibly the most genius individual ever.  (My daughter is still young enough to be occasionally impressed by the things I can do.)

 

Anyway, it made me feel ridiculously happy to be appreciated for this, and I realized how often I overlook things to celebrate, even if they are small (I made it through the confusing orange barrels!) and concentrate instead on all of the things that are less wonderful, annoying, or just unfinished.

 

In writing and in publishing, the less wonderful, annoying and just unfinished things are always going to overwhelm the gigantic fantastic news (like a three-book deal, a six-figure advance, a movie option).  So you have to appreciate the small things, like an encouraging word from an editor, pizza and some Mike’s Hard Lemonade with a new friend, a colleague who helps you puzzle out a solution to a thorny problem, a check in the mail (even if it’s only three figures), and lunch with your agent (hi, Neil!), who makes you feel brilliant and capable even if no one has said yes to your new book proposal (yet).

 

Not a small thing at all: today is my daughter’s birthday.  If not another good thing ever happened in my life, having her would be enough.

 

What’s your good news for the day?

How to: Asking random strangers for information

Monday, June 15th, 2009

I’ve been on the receiving end of a lot of requests for information in my time, almost always having to do with martial arts or writing, and for the most part I’m happy to help.  I’d be a little disappointed if all of my efforts as a writer led to echoing silence.  But sometimes I hit the delete key because the person asking is just clueless (or a jackass) and I don’t have the time or energy to respond.  Here are my suggestions for getting it right, whether you’re asking me or some other random stranger to give you advice or information:

  • Do your research.  Before you start asking live humans to take time out of their lives to deal with you, look it up.  Google is your friend.  There’s so much information online and in bookstores that practically every question you can ask has already been answered.  In other words, why are you emailing me to ask, “How does an aspiring writer break into print?” when there are approximately ninety thousand books, two million websites, four hundred thousand blogs and any number of print magazines dedicated to answering this very question. 
  • Then do more research.  So maybe you don’t want to know “How does an aspiring writer break into print?”  Maybe you want to know how I, personally, broke into print (or Suzanne Brockmann or John Lescroart or whomever).  I’ve written or talked about it in at least fifteen different places, and so has every other writer who has met with even a tiny modicum of success.  Remember, Google is your friend.  It’s not like writers are keeping secrets about this stuff and you have to beg them for the decoder ring.  The information is already out there. 
  • No one owes you anything – especially if you don’t already have a personal or business relationship already established.  I have a challenging and demanding job, challenging and demanding (yet wonderful) clients, a kid with lots of needs whom I love spending time with, friends I adore, missions I care about, personal and professional goals, demons and dreams.  You’re asking me to take time away from them and devote it to you, a random stranger who probably doesn’t even spell my name right.  And you know what?  99% of the time, as long as you’re not a jackass, I do respond to you.  But you’ll help your case a lot more if you mention you’ve read something I wrote or heard an interview with me.  You know why?  Because then you’re not a random stranger. 
  • Ask a specific question.  I’m probably going to respond to most “How does an aspiring writer break into print?” question with my standard, “Read the books on writing at your local library, then get back to me.”  Or I’ll direct you to some of the reams of writing I’ve already done on the subject.  So if you want an actual thought-out answer, ask me something new, or something to do with you.  Or at least something specific!  A recent example: a reader asked me what board-breaking I had to do for my black belt test.  This didn’t take long to answer and it sparked a very interesting email exchange with the reader.  We had a conversation.  She told me things about her experience and I told her things about mine and it was very satisfying.  If she’d asked, “What’s it like to train in martial arts?” I would have brushed her off.  I’ve written ten or fifteen books that cover that subject and it’s not something I can summarize in five sentences. 
  • Don’t ask for the universe.  A couple of specific questions are fine.  Ten or fifteen is more than anyone I know is willing to answer, including me. 
  • Common courtesy won’t kill you.  “Please” is nice.  So is “thank you for your time.” 
  • Find a way to make it useful for more than one person.  I’m more likely to spend time giving information it if will benefit more than one person.  If you plan to write a blog post, write an article for your school newspaper or share what you’ve learned with your writing group, I’m more inclined to help. (Tell me what you’re doing ahead of time, though). 
  • Mention any mitigating circumstances.  If you’re twelve years old, say so.  I’m nicer to kids than to grown adults.  Plus I watch my language better.

Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

Bonus points if you can remember what commercial the title of this blog post came from because I don’t remember.  (Is an ad agency successful if you can remember the tag line but not the product?)

 

People who’ve read my work often email me asking for advice and recommendations – for example, wanting to know what I would do if I disagreed with an editor’s edits, or how I would handle a problem with a martial arts instructor (since writing and martial arts are the two things I talk about a lot).

 

I love to hear from readers.  I even enjoy hearing from people who disagree with me, as long as they’re not jackasses about it.  I’ve had some very fruitful discussions as a result of someone presenting a different point of view in a thoughtful way.  (Not in the usual, “You’re an idiot and your writing sucks, too!” way so beloved of anonymous commentators on the internet.)

 

But occasionally someone will remark that they are jealous of me or that they envy me.  Honestly?  That just creeps me out.  How do I put this?  In my experience of what motivates people to irrational, destructive acts that rip apart people’s lives, jealousy is way up there on the list, and I sure as hell don’t want it aimed at me. 

 

So please don’t think it’s a compliment, is what I’m saying.  It’s the kind of thing that makes me wonder how soon I should call 9-1-1. 

 

I’m mindful of the fact that I’m doing work that many people would like to do.  I know how hard I work and how much time I spend educating myself on relevant issues and doing tasks I don’t love (Schedule C, networking) to support the work I do love (writing books), but I also know that a certain amount of randomness, some luck, is involved in anyone’s success, including my own.  So I know I’m lucky.

 

But it’s a mistake to think that somehow my life – or anyone’s life – is magical because I’m a writer (or they’re a movie star or a robber baron or whatever).  There are magical moments in my life (standing outside 375 Hudson Street, knowing I was about to get a publishing deal), but there were magical moments when I worked at the lumber yard (the first time I fell in love).

 

And it’s tempting to think that once you’ve reached a certain pinnacle, everything will be wonderful.  But that’s not true.  My beautiful dog Dakota is still dead.  My daughter still has an incurable brain disease.  I’m still short and plump.  I’m still divorced and it still hurts everyone involved.

 

So before you let jealousy or envy get a foothold in your heart, please let it go.  Let it be a reminder that you have goals you want to accomplish, but don’t let it taint your motives. 

 

And please don’t point it at me.  Thanks.

How to: Keeping the beginner’s mind

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

On the theme of Open the Office Door, an excerpt from my book Dojo Wisdom for Writers on a concept I love:

 

Lesson #8: Keep the Beginner’s Mind

            Martial artists respect the beginner’s mind because it’s open to new experiences and isn’t as critical as it later becomes.  Someone who is just beginning to train in the martial arts doesn’t have bad habits or preconceived ideas that she must overcome before she can learn the principles the teacher communicates.  As students progress and become more knowledgeable, they become less open and less flexible.  They know that there=s a right way and a wrong way to perform a sidekick, and they’ll point out if you=re doing it the wrong way.

            A good martial artist eventually matures beyond this stage and returns to the beginning in the sense that she opens herself to new experiences, new techniques, new ways of performing the old kicks.  She understands that there are many different, but still legitimate, ways to perform a sidekick, and while she may do it a certain way, it is not the only way, or even the best way.

            By maintaining an open beginner=s mind – being willing to learn and to not close yourself to new and different experiences and projects – you can move toward mastery.  A writing colleague of mine reads at least one writing book a month because even after years in the business he can often glean one idea or strategy that can make a difference in his career.  Often the authors of these writing books have less experience than he does, but that doesn’t stop him.

     Beginning writers naturally keep an open mind to what they learn about writing.  Their beginner’s mind is fully operational.  The trick is to remain open even after you’ve achieved some success as a writer.  More advanced writers are often defeated by an inner, censoring critic that says things like, “That’s okay for beginners to do, but I=m much too experienced for that.”  For those writers, staying open means occasionally doing something “only” a beginner would do, like submitting work to a contest, or following a piece of advice that “never works for me” just to see what happens.

8 thoughts on writing about personal experience

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

Yesterday I wrote about how I think it’s important to be fair in writing about others when describing our personal experiences, but at the same time not letting those concerns stop us from writing about ourselves.  Over the years, I’ve developed some rules of thumb for these kinds of essays:

 

1.  Is it necessary and true?  My ex-husband’s hurt feelings over a casual comment I made about him in an essay made me realize that what I’d written about him wasn’t necessary to tell the story – the story wasn’t about him and he didn’t figure in except in this minor aside.  It wasn’t necessary.

 

2. Does it need to be broadcast throughout the known universe?  I’ve had bitterly painful experiences that I want to write about, mostly for catharsis, and there is something healing about the process.  That doesn’t mean I need to immediately find a market for what I’ve written or post it on my blog.

 

3.  Can it be as effective (or possibly more effective) as fiction?  Some conflicts I’ve been through have found their way into my fiction, where they work better and don’t require me to defend myself for writing about the situation.

 

4.  Can it wait until the principals are dead?  For particular kinds of memoir, you may want to wait until the people you want to write about can’t be hurt over what you want (or need) to say about what happened.

 

5.  Are you prepared for the backlash?  Understand what libel (and slander) is, and make sure you’re not doing it.  Also be aware that people react in weird ways even to things you and I might think are complimentary or at least neutral.

 

6.  Remember what it feels like to be on the other end.  We all have filters we use to perceive ourselves.  Other people’s perceptions, however true and honest, can be jarring.

 

7.  How involved is ego and revenge?  When you’re smarting, it’s easy to see personal writing as payback time.  I have a family member I’d love to excoriate in print because of her basic jackassery, but the only purpose it would serve would be to slap said family member publicly, and that’s not what I’m about.  I’m sure I’ve done my share of jackassery, and I don’t really want to see it on the front page of the New York Times (or the back page of the Washington Post, but I’m not bitter).  At any rate, this family member will show up in a novel sometime, and that’ll be just as fine, plus my jackassery will not exceed hers, which it would if I just did things out of meanness.

 

8.  Don’t let the fear stop you.  Meet your fear, say hello, take baby steps, ask others for advice, reflect on what you need to say and why you need to say it. Then do as you must. 

On writing about personal experiences

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

Why did you have to write about that moment?

A friend of mine wrote and published online a moving essay about her sister’s death, and this is the response she got from a family member.  My friend did some soul-searching afterwards, trying to find an answer.  She reported the question to me the other day and in my usual compassionate way, I said, “That’s a stupid damned question.”  She had to write about that moment because that’s what writers do.  They write about moments like that and illuminate something of our shared humanity when they do it.

 

But I didn’t think it was a stupid damned question because the answer is self evident.  It wasn’t, in fact, a question at all.  It was a criticism and a judgment.  You shouldn’t have written about that is really what this person was saying.  So, if that’s the point this person wants to make, then that’s what this person should say to my friend.  Kiss my ass is the response I coached her to practice.    

 

Of course, whenever we write about other people, we have to wrestle with the question of whether it’s fair and how they’ll feel about it, but a beautiful tribute to a dead sister isn’t exactly bitter libel.

 

When I write about my personal life, I usually write about my writing or about my daughter.  When I write about my daughter, I sometimes describe her challenges.  I try to do it as honestly as possible, but my purpose isn’t to talk about her differences, it’s to emphasize how she teaches me to be a better person through our relationship.  If I end up having to criticize someone else to make a point, I do it without naming the people involved and without giving the kind of identifying information that would make them immediately recognizable.  This is because I know I’m only presenting my side of the story and these other people won’t get a chance to tell their side. 

 

There are whole categories of experiences I don’t write about because I can’t figure out how to do it fairly, and fairness matters to me.  On the other hand, I occasionally make off-hand comments about my ex-husband that do not always cast him in the most flattering light (hey, he’s an ex for a reason).  I wouldn’t even have been aware of this tendency except that the other day he mentioned that he’d read an essay I posted on my blog.  He quoted the offending passage at me with the lift of his brow, and I said, “Uh, it would probably be a good thing for our relationship if you stopped reading my blog.”

 

Fortunately, he doesn’t get all twisted out of shape over these things (he’s had plenty of time to get used to me), but it reminded me of the power we have when we tell our stories.  We have to use that power wisely, and not gratuitously, but we also can’t keep quiet just because we might hurt someone’s feelings.

 

What are your rules of thumb for writing about your personal experience?

Honoring your work

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

I had one of those conversations this morning where I got teased for the 500th time about something.  I laughed the first 499 times, but I didn’t laugh this time, because it just wasn’t funny anymore.  I like to think I have a pretty good sense of humor, but sometimes my ability to laugh at myself backfires, and I end up feeling disrespected. 

That happens occasionally to all of us, but it’s particularly common when we aren’t honoring ourselves and what we do.  Too often we downplay or even denigrate our work.  “Well, it’s not brain surgery,” we’ll say.  And that’s true (except for those of us who are brain surgeons, but I’m thinking they probably don’t downplay their skills the way the rest of us do).  But even if our work isn’t brain surgery (or whatever we think is amazing and worthwhile), that doesn’t mean it lacks value.  Being a good writer is at least as valuable as being a good plumber, and we know how important plumbers are. 

    

One of the ways you can show respect for your profession is to treat it like a profession.  Nora Roberts, who publishes four or five best-selling novels each year reports [not specifically to me, but in published interviews] that she writes in her office from 9-to-5 every day, just like any other person with a job.  She believes that her writing is a business and she has to treat it like a business.  So just because she’s had a string of best-sellers, she doesn’t kick back and drink daquiries under the palm trees.  She respects her profession and treats it seriously.  I’m pretty sure she never says something like, “It’s better than a real job,” because it is a real job.