How Writers Give Us Common Language

:pops in dentures: STORY TIME!

When I was a young kid in the late 80s/early 90s, we didn’t have cable. Or dial up internet. There were books, and also, a piece of furniture that could be more accurately referred to as a table and more imaginatively considered a T.V.

Our old WOODEN-bodied (or was it wooly mammoth ivory?) television had a McGuyvered set of coat hangers taped to its antennae. When my brother sat cross-legged on the floor and I held my jaw just right on the couch, we could pick up a spotty version of TBS. Mostly reruns. LOTS of Star Trek reruns. And so, accidentally, a fierce little trekkie was born.

My favorite episode was Darmok. (For the uninitiated: it’s about an alien race, the Tamarians, who speak a language composed of short phrases from cultural story-references. “Shaka when the walls fell” communicates general defeat. ) It tugged at something deep in my bones, and I started noticing how people used story quotes for quick, common emotional shorthand in difficult conversations.

Fast forward a couple of decades, and now this has even been shortened to GIFs, texts, or tweets to communicate empathy or frustration over the collective daily grind. These snippets boost morale. Connect us. They keep us chugging along in a difficult world without stealing too much mental bandwidth.

4294fc2f-d06c-4511-9460-afe50bbda474

2017 version of Shaka.

Language is a metamorphic and fluid creature, with countless dialects and mediums. Because, mostly, language is an idea, and that idea is threading minds and hearts together into a shared experience.  So we won’t be lonely. So we can build and grow things together. So we won’t starve, basically.

But it takes up so much energy for most people to “out” their innards; putting complicated experiences and feelings into words can be exhausting. Hence, “Shaka when the walls fell”, memes, geek references, book quotes, inspirational posters, GIFs, and pithy fandom tshirts.

I’ll illustrate with our most common Gen X/millennial tongue, savvy?

Harry Potter wasn’t gifted at putting his complex feelings into language. (In fact, mostly, he sucked at it.) But Harry’s story gave us a common tongue as children. In moments when a friend is down, expressing all the feelings that bubble up in that moment can feel a bit daunting for many. “I, too, feel alone and misunderstood, and despite the demoralizing nature society, I hope you won’t succumb to the pain and give up, friend” seems a little heavy to reach for.

Instead, people can thumb through GIFs, send a meme, or purchase a coffee cup. Or simply say the words:

i4150l-i

“I, too, feel alone and misunderstood, and despite the demoralizing nature society, I hope you won’t succumb to the pain and give up, friend. Because I like you. And I hope you never lose your fight.”

 

“Shaka when the walls fell.” We’re all Tamarians, borrowing snippets of tales to convey our thoughts. But someone has to write the bedtime stories.

There are dozens of quotes by writers, saying every story has already been told, but the way we tell it is unique. The two things that keep them fascinating, as far as I can tell, are split evenly between writer and reader:

  1. The writer’s unique personal experiences and inner life.
  2. The writer’s intimate understanding of their reader/culture, for translation purposes.

See what I’m driving at? You, writer, must decode complex internal emotional experience into an accessible language for the whole of humanity. No pressure, right? But it’s important. Stories keep us working together, hammering away at our own proverbial tower of babel. Language gives us empathy, and empathy facilitates change. That’s what you do.

 

You’re a wizard, Harry.

Now go write.

Advertisements

Tomato cages and The Unwanted Child

This morning, I took advantage of the rare cool morning and busied myself building higher tomato trellises. (Y’all. These maters have NO chill this year.) The whole time, I was thinking, thinking. Mostly about old stories. And I started crying on the tomato vines, after a bit.

The story trope of the Unwanted Child (I’ll capitalize for emphasis) has been so globally pervasive, throughout history. Something about that narrative sticks so hard, no doubt because there’s a lasting wisdom to it that speaks to and empowers undernourished hearts.

Aschenputtel, whose beauty inspired her stepmother to treat her as slave.

Rhodopis, the Greek-Egyptian Cinderella treated badly by other servants because she looked different.

Mary Belle and the Mermaid, whose cruel father shot the gentle mermaid who provided Mary Belle with the only kindness in her life.

The Juniper Tree, in which a beautiful boy is decapitated and cooked by the stepmother who hates him for existing.

Joseph and his coat, whose brothers sold him after he shared his gift of prophecy.

Vasilisa the Fair, whose jealous step sisters give her the impossible task of collecting fire from the witch Baba Yaga.

Father Frost, in which a girl is banished into the snow by a stepparent who despises her loving nature.

Harry Potter, whose adopted family despised his gift of magic.

Even Ratatouille, in which Remmy the rat is shunned by his family for his passion for cooking.

Instead of being valued and nourished, these children are feared for the goodness they bring to the world. I imagine the “step” parent theme speaks less to actual family arrangement and more to a sort of parabolic biological imperative of the mind and heart. Some homes are not safe. Some communities recognize that another person’s “DNA” is different, and, instead of holding and cherishing that community-balancing difference, they succumb to the urge to snuff it out.

The fruit these children bore out of their own beauty and goodness became a liability within their unsupported environment. They were exactly like tomato vines, producing goodness from the sacred blueprint of their bodies, but their homes were flimsy cages that failed to bolster them up. Their life-force broke under the weight of their own beauty. No one lifted them up and made them strong.

I’m rambling. My point is, to myself, to you, precious reader, is that sometimes escape is okay. Engaging your culture is important, generally speaking, but not to the point of death. And not from a position of tentative survival and desolate exposure; that kind of engagement is best done from a position with deep roots in a scaffolding of love. This is an old, old wisdom that’s fought hard to find its way to you over thousands of years.

Don’t introduce your mermaids to assholes. Don’t tell your dreams to mouth breathers. Don’t slave over creme brulee for those who dine on garbage. Let the witch in the woods teach you the hard earned skills you need to survive without the haters. Your apparent idiosyncrasy is someone person’s “most beautiful in all of Eygpt”. And maybe that some person is *you*. That’s good, too.

It’s okay to get away sometimes. Sometimes, the simple act of surviving is the best kindness you can provide to the world. Because, in that story, you LIVE. You get away. And the world needs you.

The Blogger Recognition Award

blogger-recognition-award-logo

The charming Laura Noakes tagged me in this blog challenge, and she’s so damned fun and adorable, my doesn’t-do-mornings self was sucked right into the spirit of things. Plus, who doesn’t love answering fun questions? The rules are as follows:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  2. Write a post to show your award.
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
  4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
  5. Select 15 other bloggers you want to give this award to.
  6. Comment on each blog and let them know you have nominated them & provide the link to the post you created.

 

The story of how I started my blog: 

Can I tell you how I wish it began?

One day, while I was busily plugging away at my seamstress job in a boutique raincoat shop, full of ennui (because I’m really not much of a seamstress and kept sewing the sleeves shut), I found a slip of paper in the pocket of a particularly discouraging puce-and-beige duck print coat. When I unfolded it, the following message was addressed to me in a feathery hand: Fulfill your destiny. Below this, the handwritten url with my name in it.

I went home that very night and typed in the url with a fluttering pulse, and found a blog depicting yours truly as a writer. Over a hot cup of tea, I personalized and scrolled and clicked my way into a heroic new future. The rest, as they say, is history. I’ve never discovered the identity of the person who gave me that initial nudge, but if I could, I’d take them out for drinks and a long night walk around the city. We’d become bosom friends. Or they’ll give me a thousand dollars.

(***But really, I think it’s because I entered PitchWars a couple of years ago, and needed a blog address for registration) 

 

Advice for newbie bloggers.

Write more often than I do. {dons cone of shame}

And while you’re writing that often, don’t be afraid to be the most honest version of yourself. Let that real self evolve, every day. People seem to be drawn to unadulterated versions of others, so even if you’re not someone’s cup of tea, you might be someone else’s PERFECT cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream, cayenne pepper sprinkles, and fruit loops. You do you! The world needs you.

Don’t be afraid to take risks. While I’m not an avid blogger, I can certainly say that the writer blogs I enjoy reader are the honest ones that pursue unique content and put their own fabulous spin on things. If you show up with an authentic attitude and an honest/brave approach to a topic, be still my beating heart! I’m in love.

Blogging is a great way to interact with other writers and explore your own communication identity. Invite people to guest post. The worst can happen is that they say no. And when they say yes, you’ve made a connection! Have fun with it.

One important guideline: try and be flawlessly respectful to others. Read up on important topics (like sensitivity readers, representation, and social media etiquette). And do it with an earnest heart, not because it’s the current trend. Soul-search. Heal, if you need to. Again with the theme of authenticity! People notice when your motives are good, and it’s a lovely thing.

My nominations for this fab tag:

YOU. Especially if you’ve just started out and are in the process of building your reader list. giphy (6)

Then, leave me a comment, so I can come admire your handiwork!

 

 

 

 

 

Strategies For Creating in Chaos: an Interview with Author Robert Duff

Today, I’d like to welcome psychologist and self-help author Robert Duff for a chat about self-management and stress. Hi Robert, and thanks for joining us here! 🙂

What role do you feel creative expression plays in fostering mental health? 

I think that it plays a very important role. I often see the world in a yin and yang sort of way – creation and destruction. Often when we are depressed or having other mental health issues, we have to go through a sort of grieving process and we have to allow the life we expected to have (free of these issues) to die. In my opinion, one of the most helpful things for overcoming a loss is to create something new. The definition of creative expression is pretty broad in my book. That could be creating physical art, writing something, or even just cultivating new friendships or hobbies. Continue reading

Of exhaustion and summer breaks

Being a disciplined writer while raising kids requires a sort of fanatical, dogged commitment (if you ever want to accomplish much). You have to be kind of ruthless with your spare minutes. It helps if you have a crazy gleam in your eye at all times. It lets people know you’re mat as a hatter, and that they shouldn’t invite you to social functions. You have important ish to do.

Continue reading