Kate from The Whole Housewife recently alerted me to a lovely little blog hop that’s a-happening. The Why Do You Write? hop.
Evidently, and kindly, she passed the baton to me, and I was stoked.
There’s something about writing about writing that softens me and makes me a little gooey and contemplative. It seems like a very lovely, intimate thing to share, and I’m more than happy for things to get a little revealing and intimate around here. Peeling back the curtain on the ineffable creative process…
Now, to the beautiful questions.
(1) What am I working on?
My book – High: A Party Girls Guide to Peace – is with my editor. I’m aiming for a November launch. (Keep your eyes peeled on Instagram for the photo shoot).
I’m also putting together the bones for my new eCourse that will launch in January. It’s called: Stillness, Sweat & Sweetness: 28 Daring Days of Holistic Highs.
Mostly, I’m enjoying this opportunity to create killer content for this space, and practice a lot of yoga. I’ve been immersed in many incarnations of this book for the last twenty-one months. I am very pregnant with it and it is almost time to pop. (Can’t come any sooner).
(2) How does my writing differ from others in it’s genre?
This is such an excellent question.
How is it different? Hhhmmm.
I think what’s significant about this question is that to start with, I recognise that my writing is different, and that it is me. I’m really, really happy that I’m saddled up quite cosily next to/with my ‘voice’.
From where I stand – and this can’t be anything but a projection – I perceive that I’m able to seamlessly weave love and compassion together with Take No Bullshit wake up calls. I don’t see too many people doing that on the webs. The Soft And Fluffy Approach ain’t me. Sometimes, the word ‘fuck’ wakes people up and gets them paying attention. Sometimes, saying ‘that’s bullshit’ gives people permission to cut the crap and come home to their hearts.
That’s what my writing’s all about, you know? Returning to your home zone – your heart.
Also, story is king. I teach from where I’ve been. As all teachers should.
(3) Why do I write?
I sat staring at this question for minutes on end.
Once, I saw a quote on Instagram, and I’m paraphrasing here, but it said something along the lines of:
I write so that I can make sense of my thoughts.
I read that and thought, hhmm, yes, delicious.
I would go one step further and say: I write because I don’t know what I believe in until it’s revealed on paper.
Quite a statement to make, I know, but the moments in which the pen kisses the paper and my fingers dance across the keyboard – they are sacred to me. I feel this deep sense of unravelling happen, and I’m not lying when I say that it still astounds me each time a blog post comes through me, let alone a book. I don’t take writing for granted even for a moment.
Don’t get me wrong, I struggle with it from time to time. I get the shits with it. I sometimes feel as though I am slave to it, and I certainly resist that (because I have the propensity towards petulance on occasion). But more than anything, I’m think I’m a little perplexed and befuddled by the writing process. It’s too mystical and magical for me to attempt to summate with words. Maybe that’s why I write – so I can sway with the divinity of the unseen, and watch as it makes me feel more and more alive with each word that rises up.
Yes. That’s it.
(4) How does my writing process work?
I’ve made peace with the reality that I’m an immersive creature.
I’ve tried that whole Wearing Multiple Hats A Day thing – and it freaks me out. Makes me feel a little anxious. I lose my footing and my breath quickens, and basically, it’s just a gross-feeling cocktail of over the top multitasking. It doesn’t suit me (though it doesn’t take much for me to slip back into it).
And so, I immerse, and I take that to pretty extreme levels.
On the smaller scale, Monday is my Blogging Day. Every Monday, I wake up and do some breath work before whacking on some makeup and recording Tuesday’s video. Then, I write the blurb for the video post, I pull together everything I need for Friday’s post, I designate social media stuff, and get my Wednesday newsletter organised. This is usually done by 11. Then, it’s time for my Ashtanga practice. 🙂
Blogging Day allows me to breathe with ease for the rest of the week, knowing I am caring for my tribe (you!) and that I can rest my attention on my clients and whatever other projects present themselves throughout the week.
On the other end of the spectrum, with bigger projects, I actually need to leave town! (Not even joking). I need to leave my space and set up a new container with zero distractions, zero wifi and a wiped schedule. I wrote the first draft of my book in Bali. And most of the second draft in my dad’s shed out in the country. Something magical happens when I set off on a solo writing adventure, all in service of a creative pursuit that’s beckoning me. It actually makes me emotional typing about it. Why must I go to such extremes? I don’t know, friends. I wish I did. For now, I’ll keep surrendering, while I can. It’s not lost on me that mamahood won’t be far away, and my whole Writing Immersion Theory will become right royally screwed. Ha! I trust that I will adapt when it’s time to cross that bridge. 🙂
It’s always so nice to give you a little extra insight into my life and my processes. Weird, but nice.