Everyday I roll out of bed, refreshed, at 6 am.
Tiptoeing downstairs, I pour myself a cup of tea and sit out on the porch for two hours in a earth-toned shawl, writing in my moleskin notebook.
By the time I’m done, I’ve got a few pages filled with high-quality writing.
Then I clean up the kitchen, head to yoga, and….
Here’s what an actual day looks like:
MERGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! – the sound of me in the morning
After sleeping through my first few alarms, my sister comes in and frantically calls me out of bed. After a couple more minutes, I get ready and leave the house within 10 minutes of waking up.
Who has time to write in the morning anymore? Not a high school senior. A morning person, that’s who, and I am not one of those.
When I get to school, I’m normally 15 minutes + late to the first class of the day, and in some classes the teachers don’t like us to use our computers, but I check my phone when I can and see that overnight, I’ve got a couple of new subscribers for this blog. Pretty cool!
The teacher sometimes gestures for us to put our computers away; her request is met with groans. But I, without objection, reach into my backpack and pull out my basic green notebook.
Perching it strategically in my lap under the desk, I start to zone out of class. Occasionally, I look up, meeting the eyes of the teacher, daring her to question if I’m actually paying attention in class.
And that’s how this blog more than gets along without a computer, because it is in this notebook that decisions are made, ideas are nurtured and nursed, and thousands of words are jotted down without consequence, to later be refined.
When I get a free period, or some extra time in class, I’ll pull on a pair of headphones and either transcribe something from my notebook or start a new blog post.
I also frequently pull drafts from previous days, weeks, and months that I had the intention of finishing but whose final drifts I never found satisfaction in.
But sometimes I write flowery bullshit for half an hour, read it through again, and then delete it in disgust.
Or I’ll write something that seems totally legit, and then realize it may come off as unintentionally offensive. delete
Then I’ll scroll through my Spotify, Youtube, Soundcloud etc. to see what new songs I can post at the bottom of the post and create a link.
After a few more technical steps, once I’m happy with a final draft, I’ll send it out into the interwebs for all to read and judge, and I don’t look back.
Most of my strongest brainstorming happens in the early hours of the morning, long after my friends on the freaking West Coast have fallen asleep.
Everyone has a 2 AM personality and a 2 PM personality; my reflective and thoughtful side dominates at night.
My laptop will be burning into my thighs, my back will be aching from sitting hunched over for so long, and my eyes will be glazed over; but my fingers will be active and unhesitant.
Writing is not a part-time job for me. I don’t get paid to do this, and I certainly don’t have time carved in my daily schedule for writing, and yet, I tend to prioritize it and find time for it.
For me, it’s a hobby-turned-lifestyle, as it has infiltrated even the most rudimentary aspects of my daily life, as I may have described for you above.
Famous writers all have different writing styles and environments. No two are the same, and I think people who try to encapsulate it into a simple list don’t really understand that you don’t need a Macbook Pro or natural lighting or a special diet or time allotment to be a good writer, or even a writer at all.
“Writer” is not a title reserved for the elite. You just have to write the word “dip-shit” on a piece of paper and you qualify as a writer too!
It doesn’t require a huge commitment; no one expects you to devote your life to the activity, and frankly, I think it’s a little unrealistic. Remember the sacred dance, survival dance theory? I still whole-heartedly agree with it.
I read the daily schedule of lots of writers, novelists mainly, and I see some clear differences between them and myself.
For one, some of these people are selling their creativity for money; they are pulling words and plotlines out of their heads in exchange for the food they eat and the cars in their garages. I take no ethical issue in that, I just don’t get paid to do any of this lol
They have also committed a lot of time to one single project that they’ve had to ponder long and hard about, whereas I get the inspiration for these sorts of blog posts on a day to day basis.
Still though, we all approach writing in different ways. The reason why it’s still a rudimentary yet advanced skill that has not been lost through the generations is that anyone can do it, in any language, on any subject.
Thank you Connor