Francisco's Journal an author discusses the art of writing

August 2, 2018

Writing Without Anxiety

Filed under: Advice to writers,Anxiety,Faith,Vocation,Writing — Francisco Stork @ 7:31 pm

[Excerpt from Commencement Address to MFA Graduates -Hamline University – July 15, 2018]

Writing without anxiety, requires the delicate creation of what I call a bubble of faith. This very fragile and flimsy bubble contains within it the conviction that the effort is worth doing regardless of the results. In that bubble there lies the original impulse to create and my joyful response to it. In that bubble lies the meaning that the effort has for my life. In that bubble there is the confidence given by hours and hours of practice. In the bubble lies the preservation of the original call to create and the why of why I write. And even though the bubble of faith involves a certain necessary separation from what the world calls success, the bubble of faith contains an intention to give. Its creation, and the will that maintains it, is an act of generosity. It is a pure gift, like those rare times when we give our love without asking or expecting to be loved in return. Even in the necessary separation from others that is created by the bubble, others are always there. The presence of another is always there.

I have to tell you that it is not easy. All it takes is a tiny touch by the finger of anxiety to pop it. We seem to hunger for the admiration of others and we live in an age when there is no shame in asking for it, demanding it even, insisting upon it and feeling the inevitable sense of failure when it doesn’t come or when it comes all too briefly and then goes away as it always does. There is something about our ambition for admiration and recognition, for success as the world sees it, that is inimical to maintaining the bubble of faith that protects our work from anxiety. And yet, paradoxically, writing within that bubble of faith, focused on enjoyment, personal meaning and generosity, is what will bring whatever success the world has to offer you. The work created from that faith will contain the unique voice that all good readers (and editors) yearn to find in the books they read.

If you look at it carefully, you will see that the energy behind our ambition for success is an energy of getting, of obtaining, whereas the impulse to create that happens within the bubble of faith is essentially a giving. The energy behind the wanting to succeed, however, is still a valuable energy and we ought to find a way to use it.  The best way that I have found to use the energy and still preserve the wholeness of the bubble of faith is to direct the energy of getting to the highest possible goal. When I write, I want to create a book that lasts forever, a book that is out there every year on the bookstore table for recommended summer reading. I would like my book to touch spines with Don Quixote and Crime and Punishment and Franny and Zooey. Knowing that this will never happen does not take away the energy that the goal gives me, and I find that this impossibly ambitious goal fits quite comfortably within the anxiety protecting bubble of my faith in the meaning and worth of the effort. As I write the energy of that goal fills me and it directs my writing decisions on plot and character by aligning my work with the values that have kept those great books alive for us throughout time. For my faith is not in the outcome but in the value of the effort. Before I start to write a book, I envision a classic, a thing of beauty and truth. As I start writing, I very quickly encounter an overwhelming sense of poverty — the poverty that measures the distance between the ideal and the real. So, I begin the brick by brick process of creating the faith required to do this book, the faith that this is a book that I can do, and only I can do, and for some reason I am being called to do. Instead of thinking about it, I start to see, I see the images of the story, and I guide the images in the direction of a question that is unanswerable perhaps but important to my life and when there is doubt about whether to go one way or another, I follow an inner sense of giving instead of the desire to get. That is what it means to me to work with faith.  Faith is the conviction that what you are doing is worth doing.

 

January 1, 2017

2017 Resolutions

Filed under: Advice to writers,Poems,Prayer,Uncategorized,Vocation,Writing — Francisco Stork @ 10:40 am

Be a tree.

Live and know, suffer and enjoy

The spot of earth you are planted.

Root down each day for the deep moist soil of your soul

And draw from there the sap of love.

Be strong in your stillness,

But let the wind sway you as it will.

Be a shelter.

Provide shade.

Let others find rest and solace in you.

Don’t worry about whatever fruits you may bear.

Seek to be a good tree and the good fruits will come.

Be a friend of time and its seasons.

Shine bright in spring,

Glow steady in summer,

Mourn joyfully in autumn,

Let go of all that is seen in winter

To grow once more.

 

June 23, 2016

Intuition

Filed under: Conferences,Intuition,Uncategorized,Vermont College of Fine Art,Writing — Francisco Stork @ 9:46 am

[From a lecture delivered to alumni of Vermont College of Fine Arts on June 18, 2016]

Flannery O’Connor in her book “Mystery and “Manners” uses the term “the habit of art” to refer to a certain way of seeing that the artist must cultivate. The term does not refer to an activity as much as the writer’s attitude, an internal disposition of the writer from which the writing emanates. Writing out of the “habit of art” becomes, in her own words, “something in which the whole personality takes part — the conscious as well as the unconscious mind.” Like other habits, the habit of art becomes rooted in our very being.

The best way that I can describe the habit of art in my life is to say that it consists of the development of intuition through mindfulness. Intuition is that gift-like quality that gives our characters and our stories their uniqueness – the spark that makes our work part of our deepest self yet something new. Intuition is that which brings into being what only we can create. Because there are so many concepts that are sometimes covered by the word intuition, I would like to define it as a way of seeing a truth that is not dependent on words. It is, to use, T. S. Eliot’s words, a “sudden illumination”.  Except that sometimes, an intuition can come to us little by little, slowly over time.

Here is an example of an intuition. The philosopher William James wrote in his Will to Believe: “If this life is not a real fight, in which something is eternally gained for the universe by success, it is no better than a game of private theatricality from which one may withdraw at will. But it feels like a fight.”

This feeling that James had, that life is a fight in which something is eternally gained for the universe by success is an intuition that I share. Deep down I feel that this life is a fight that can be won or lost. It feels as if what I choose to do, what I choose to believe, whom I choose to be, matters. This “feeling” is a certainty. There is no doubt in me about this. Moreover, this certainty is not just a feeling, it is a way of seeing and being. Because I have this intuition, I am thinking of you, my reader, differently right this very second then if I didn’t have it.

What I have found most helpful in learning to listen to my intuitions (part of the habit of art) is the mindful investigation of my beliefs so as to uncover the intuitions that lie behind them. And the place where mindfulness is most fruitful is in the patient and kind, the non-judgmental, honest awareness of who I am. By who I am I mean not only the person I truly am and am meant to be, but also the person I hide from myself and the person I would like others to see.  A mindful, but compassionate awareness of who I am does not flinch from from what Mona, one of my favorite characters in The Memory of Light, calls “the uglies.”

For intuitions are the lotus flower of the mind. Their roots are in the muck, the smelly dirty bottom of our being. They grow in the rich soil of shame and secret desires, in the emptiness of regret for the wasted opportunities to be brave or to love. The more we penetrate with mindfulness into the hiddenness of our “uglies”, the more beautifully unique that our intuitions and the characters and stories they inspire will be.

We cannot force an intuition to come to us. I realize that  what you most want and need for our work is ultimately not up to us to bring into existence. But even though we cannot force an intuition to come out, we can knock on the door, we can even open the door and in a gentle, tender way let the child in there know that we are there, that we are present and that we would like to play. This presence, our constant, loving presence to all of existence, including the voices and visions inside of us, is what the habit of art is all about.

Ultimately, the habit of art is part of a habit of being. Our unique characters and the stories that are meaningful to us and others will come from intuitions that arise from a habit of art that is embedded in a habit of being. And if you were to ask me what quality in that habit of being is more conducive to a habit of art from which intuitions will arise to enliven our work, I would have to say that it is humility. Because we have no control over them, intuitions are all about humility. The humility in our habit of being will percolate all the way up to characters that are us but also separate and unique beings. And what is this humility? It is neither an inflated or a deflated appreciation of the role of our creative work in our life. We have a gift but so does the carpenter who builds a simple, useful chair. I like the way Vincent Van Gogh, the guy who sold maybe one painting during his life, described this habit of being. Writing to his brother after a severe breakdown:

“So I remain calm and confident through all this, and that influences my work, which attracts me more than ever, just because I feel I shall succeed. Not that I shall become anything extraordinary, but “ordinary”, and then I mean by ordinary, that my work will be sound and reasonable, and will have a right to exist and will serve to some useful end.”

 

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