This is the second part of my Disserambling (dragon word derived from dissertation and rambling) about the Three Maxims of Life.
I started with two propositions or thesis:
1. Happy thoughts were dragon shit.
2. All artists are depressive people.
After some kind insights and a lot of digesting I have changed my propositions.
1. Some artists are depressive people.
2. Happy thoughts are not enough for permanent effective results (better wording.)
Fact: We as individuals and our personal worlds -all those things surrounding us- are not just made of thoughts. Our writing is not only made of thoughts either. We are integral sensory beings. We think but we also feel, hear, see, taste and smell. Physical truth, both in writing and in life.
Exercise 1. Answer these questions. What was the most heart-breaking moment of your life (or one of them)? What was the happiest? What do you hate to eat? What's your favorite perfume? Your favorite song? What did you eat Thursday two weeks ago? Where were you on April 8, 2010? Where did I leave my keys?
Anyway, it is proved the memories we remember easier are those that involve emotions with senses -yeah, just like good writing. That's why I included the maxims and that's where my proposition of "Happy thoughts are not enough" come from.
Exercise 2. I was tore between asking you to think on a lemon and asking you think on vomit. I needed an example to trigger sensory memories with physical response. Let's use the lemon. Look at your hand and visualize a green and yellow lemon there. It's fresh. It's cut in half and it's juicy. Smell it. Imagine your face expression the first time you tasted an acid lemon. Your mouth waters.
I am sure many of you have done this type of exercise before, even unintentionally. You think on something, bring memories of the sensory details and get a physical effect. A very tangible response on something that is really not there. You are imagining it. Therefore, the thought alone cannot make the trick if it doesn't involve sensory triggers.
Likewise, words don't draw me into a story if the writer doesn't give me thoughts, emotion and sensory prompts as well. The stories that involve all of this, are the stories that will not just make readers travel from their places into the location where the story takes place. Those stories are the ones that stay with the reader for a long time after he or she has put the book aside. They have an everlasting effect.
Same happens when happy thoughts are combined with sensory and emotional prompts. It works different in the brain. It is not denying the pain and repeat like parrots "I'm ok, I'm ok" when everything inside screams we are not. That's empty talk and doesn't get us any lasting result. On the contrary, if we have the thought "everything is going to be alright" and we remember our moments of greatest, deepest peace to such detail that we actually relive them again; if we strive (it's not easy, and worst when you're in your "dark moment") and do not quit until we have fully grasped that memory, that sensation, the physical welfare, the emotional peace, and we keep the "everything is going to be all right" thought, then, we may achieve something more effectively.
We will have an effect that stays with us long enough to help us face our "dark moment" with a clearer mind and a stronger spirit.
Conclusion: Happy thoughts are not enough, they are just part of the recipe. Like words are just part of a book and a person doesn't have to be an island in a sea of people. Referring to the video in my first post, the racer got his father's help in his moment of darkness, to help him finish the race. Writers have a wonderful supporting community at your service (IWSG).
If you keep in mind we are integral beings, and you involve EVERY part in the process, besides the happy thoughts; then, I assure you everything WILL be all right.
Warning: As a thinking process, this is a longer than average post. Feel free to read it in pieces (I am writing it in pieces.)
Preliminary Note: I was surfing Amazon the other day and I was prompted to start a Listmania List. I didn't know what that was but I thought it would be like the list of my favorite books. I clicked on "Start one." Among the three fields I had to fill, one made me laugh -and desist from doing a List. It was "Your Qualifications" field. What do you know about the subject your list is about? Are you an Instructor, Teacher, Doctor? I was tempted to type "Ignorant" as my line of expertise.
From this dragon's point of view, an ignorant can tell you what books, tricks, methods, experiences, etc, are helping him to become less ignorant about a certain matter. Well, my qualifications to write this still stand.
This dissertation/rambling ("disserambling" for short) addresses three directives in writing, (Definitions are according to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology):
“Write what you know.” - physical truth This is what you know from physical experience—how a place looks, smells, what scratchy wool or zero degrees feels like on your skin. - emotional truth This is the central truth for a writer, the emotional reality of the “now” moment which the reader MUST accept. If the reader does not believe that moment of revelation/change, then the reader will not accept any part of the story.
"Writers lie to tell the truth."
- emotional truth lies in the cloak of fiction.
Fiction, that is, the act of embedding emotional truth in situations that never happened, is the way we find the courage to reveal that truth.
"Writing is an act of courage."
-It takes courage to express emotional truth. It means that you have to know yourself and be willing to put the depths of emotional reality out there where anyone can read it. Fiction is what keeps us safe, what lets us express and the audience experience that truth.
Psychologists say that people have experienced the full range of emotion by the age of six.
You must trust your own emotional experience and believe that you have adequate understanding and memory in order to have something to say.
You need the courage first to be honest about your own emotional reality/experience, and then to express it. Honesty is hard because every character we write comes from us, the villains as well as the heroes. And we owe the villains as much as we owe the heroes, we must respect and understand their humanity, their motivations, and their desires. Which means that we have to be honest about our own less-than-admirable desires, actions, etc.
My disserambling also involves two thesis:
1. Artists are depressive people -including but not limited to writers. 2. Happy thoughts are dragonshit.
And last but not least, this 3.15 mins video:
"I wish you would have never been born an artist. If there is one thing I would ask God to take out of you, it would be that."
I have heard this -or variations of it- from Mother Dragon almost as often as she has praised my work. To her, the word artist makes her think on Michael Angelo, Van Gogh, Dali, Salgari, Balzac, and any other artist or thinker who had a tough life full of pain, loneliness, poverty and yes, also a great deal of madness.
I am both young and ancient. My sense of humor is young, my soul is ancient. I have lived through the Dark Ages. My flights reached Warp Speed once, when I was a young dragon. Experience is large at this point.
I do see reason in Mother Dragon's wish. An artist feels everything more than everyone else. An artist has an oversensitive heart and even the smallest things -for others- might take mythical proportions for us. Our pain may escalate to soul wrecking torment, our joy to ecstatic Nirvana, and our love... Well, artist's love is the epitome of a Greek tragedy.
Usually an artist feels like an alien in this planet. We came with a small group to Earth but when the Mother Ship left, we were strayed all over the world. In order to survive and mingle with the locals, we had to adopt different disguises. Despite of this, we can't hide our essence. "Normal people" still see us as aliens. We are poorly understood. We rejoice when we find others like us; those who can speak "our language."
During the Dark Ages I faced death many times. A fire dragon is not easily welcomed. Misunderstandings, confrontations and fierce wars were inevitable both with people and within my dragon clan. I couldn't control the fire that came out each time I opened my mouth. Counter attacks would turn me more aggressive and secluded. My only relief, escape and joy was in art; writing, painting, dancing, acting and sculpting. I wanted to learn piano and guitar but couldn't afford a teacher.
Dark Ages lasted to the day I flew myself into a mountain at Warp Speed. Darkest Ages had arrived. Years of travelling the most painful, obscure, and lonely of paths, playing Hide and Seek with Lady Death. I sought, she hid. At those times, whoever would come to me talking about "positive thought" dragonshit was a perfect candidate to be scorched and devoured. Nothing could set my fires into raging mode faster than that MOST insensitive thing, regardless the good intentions.
Referring to the video above, I am sure if someone would have arrived at that moment and tell the man, "hey, don't think you just lost four years of your life on straining training and effort and time, and lost your chance to Olympic Gold, all because of a cramp! Think positive, man! The sun will come out tomorrow!" that someone would have been beaten to a pulp by both the racer and his father.
You are in agony, you are hurting and your insides are wrecking. Just by closing your eyes to it and say in your mind "I'm ok, I don't care, I'm happy and life is beautiful, shalalala shalalala..." won't make the pain go. Your brain just laughs at this futile attempt to deny that something is eating you alive. It may work for a fleeting moment but the relapse is inevitable.
I think in writing, it would be similar to what is known as "talking heads" with an unbelievable dialogue. It is empty, it lacks quality, it's not compelling, it's trash talk and in short, it's dragonshit. A book I recently bought about the brain confirms "positive thought" does not have permanent results. We have to go beyond the "talking heads," beyond denial, far beyond the shortest path.
Where does the other path start? Starting involves understanding we are not as simple as "positive thoughts" suggest we are, and writing is not as simple as grabbing a pen -or a computer- and pour words out of us. However, the START line is only one thing: Decision.
I choose to write, regardless the difficulties. I choose to go on, regardless the pain and disappointment. I choose to finish the race, regardless this damned cramp and the fact I already lost my sought prize, for which I suffered tremendously to get.
Notice here I am not denying the obstacles. I am choosing to go on in spite of them, and eventually conquer them, not by denial but by consciously working them out.
I have worked my dragon ass off for years (still doing it) in order to conquer the obstacles set before me. And I wrote what I knew. I knew of torment, of soul tearing pain, of longing, and of conflict, so I wrote an epic story.
It is precisely in this extreme sensibility artists have that we find our best tool to create something that reaches people's hearts and push their buttons. Our emotions find echo inside an audience which does not understand us but through our creations.
And it IS an act of courage altogether. A writer HAS to live that emotion again if it is to be believable. As we write for our villains, we have to wear their shoes, we have to pull out that hate, that bitterness, that thirst for revenge. We have to kill and we have to die with them in our hearts and minds. Only then they become real and fleshed out. It's the only way to make the audience *feel*, to make them laugh, care, cry, hate and love with a story.
This is what the artist do. We leave a piece of us in each thing we create in order to give our creation life of their own. That's why we are the incredibly complex beings we are.
But we can't spend our life tearing ourselves apart in order to keep this ability. Overly dramatic characters and their stories do not tend to become a hit, just as unrestrained "heightened sensibility" doesn't lead to a happy healthy creative life.
Let's return to the Start line. I choose to go on in spite of everything else. I keep walking, limping, crawling -whatever I can do-. I don't quit but I still feel like shit. What can help me cope with it -besides professional help, if I need it-?
That's what I'll discuss in my next disserambling post, if you care to accompany this qualified ignorant dragon in his thinking process. By the way, are you one of those who came in the artist Mother Ship?
