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‘Writing down the bones‘ by Natalie Goldberg – Living Twice

This chapter of ‘Writing down the bones‘ (by Natalie Goldberg) is illuminating. I mean: I’ve always believed in what it says, but these few lines express it in a wonderful and simple way.

Living Twice

WRITERS LIVE TWICE. They go along with their regular life, are as fast as anyone in the grocery store, crossing the street, getting dressed for work in the morning. But there’s another part of them that they have been training. The one that lives everything a second time. That sits down and sees their life again and goes over it. Looks at the texture and details.

In a rainstorm, everyone quickly runs down the street with umbrellas, raincoats, newspapers over their heads. Writers go back outside in the rain with a notebook in front of them and a pen in hand. They look at the puddles, watch them fill, watch the rain splash in them. You can say a writer practices being dumb. Only a dummy would stand out in the rain and watch a puddle. If you’re smart, you get in out of the rain so you won’t catch cold, and you have health insurance, in case you get sick. If you’re dumb, you are more interested in the puddle than in your security and insurance or in getting to work on time.

You’re more interested, finally, in living life again in your writing than in making money. Now, let’s understand—writers do like money; artists, contrary to popular belief, do like to eat. It’s only that money isn’t the driving force. I feel very rich when I have time to write and very poor when I get a regular paycheck and no time to work at my real work. Think of it. Employers pay salaries for time. That is the basic commodity that human beings have that is valuable. We exchange our time in life for money. Writers stay with the first step—their time—and feel it is valuable even before they get money for it. They hold on to it and aren’t so eager to sell it. It’s like inheriting land from your family. It’s always been in your family: they have always owned it. Someone comes along and wants to buy it. Writers, if they are smart, won’t sell too much of it. They know once it’s sold, they might be able to buy a second car, but there will be no place they can go to sit still, no place to dream on.

So it is good to be a little dumb when you want to write. You carry that slow person inside you who needs time; it keeps you from selling it all away. That person will need a place to go and will demand to stare into rain puddles in the rain, usually with no hat on, and to feel the drops on her scalp.

Un pensiero su “‘Writing down the bones‘ by Natalie Goldberg – Living Twice

  1. My dearest! Natalie have described me very well, with emphasis, without skimping on details…
    Maybe you shoud as well unveil that, at times, a female writer also has a family, children, home commitments… in addition to the paid work that allows her to invest in the publication of what she writes :-)
    Actually I do love so much my second-life, the fantastic one, in which I travel around… as I did in reality many years ago!
    But essentially this is reality… even if sometimes there it comes the nice surprises, just before Christmas! But I’ll tell you… for now, I wish you a peaceful holiday, with a big hug :-) c

    Mi piace

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