The Writing Party

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I usually write in the morning, but because I’m working on a book now and this column and a weekly column for the Good Men Project, I need to return to my desk in the middle of the day if I’m going to attend to all these commitments. This is always a little challenging, because once I’m done writing in the morning, once I’ve spent a couple hours down the writing rabbit-hole, I’m ready to play with other people. I’m ready to read something, or watch something, or talk to someone, or go somewhere – in short, I’m ready to use all those other body parts beside my mind and fingers.

Nonetheless, back to the desk I must go. As I’ve written here before, I’m rarely in the mood to write when I begin writing. But when I begin writing in the middle of the day, my first inclination is always to see just how fast I can get the thing finished. This is a non-starting frame of mind. I cannot begin by dreaming of what I’ll do when I’m done. If I threw a party, and all I told my prospective guests about that party was: “I don’t what we’ll do, or what music we’ll listen to, or what I’ll serve for dinner, but I damn well know you’ll be out of my house by 10:00 PM sharp!” no one would come.

So too with writing. Ideas are like invited guests. Who comes depends on the party. Some guests like a four-course dinner and lively conversation; others like loud music and tequila shots; still others, BBQ and croquet. As the host, I’ve got to decide the kind of party I want to throw. My options may be limitless, but whatever I choose becomes its own invitation. Soon, guests begin to arrive.

Not every single writing party’s a success, though I have learned by now the kinds I like, and I almost always enjoy who shows up to mine. They usually arrive in sandals and beads and smelling of patchouli, which leaves me, a V-neck sweater and khakis guy, as the odd man out. As the author, that’s just fine with me. I’m just the host. Plus, once this party’s done, I don’t miss them. Though I think of them often as I close the door to my workroom and head out into the world, feeling just as I would at the end of any good party, filled up from good company, having forgotten for the moment the lie of loneliness.

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