In the previous post I said I’d just started a book called Writing as a Sacred Path, by Jill Jepson. I’m still only a few pages into the book, but I wanted to quote a passage here, that so resonated with me because Ms. Jepson put into words exactly how I feel about the birth of stories.

‘Stories are gifts. The Universe offers them, not merely to us as individual writers, but to the world. Writers are the ones charged with the work of giving stories form and passing them on to others. To receive and be open to stories, to receive them, to treat them with care and respect, and to offer them to the world is not merely our work, but our sacred responsibility.’

To receive a story, care for it, nurture it into full form, and treat it with respect. That’s the calling I was talking about earlier.

I just picked up a book at the library called Writing as a Sacred Path, by Jill Jepson. In the opening paragraphs, she compares writing to a vocation, a calling, or an irresistible impulse. I’ve just started the book so I don’t know how good it is going to be, but I like the idea of writing as a sacred path.

But going back to this vocation. The word got me wondering what exactly a vocation is. The Oxford Dictionary defines the word as a strong feeling of suitability for a particular career or occupation. Well, I don’t think of writing as a career or an occupation, and I certainly don’t feel suitable. And rarely capable! Another definition is a person’s employment or main occupation ‘especially regarded as worthy and requiring dedication’. Writing isn’t my main occupation, although I might wish that it was. Finally, the dictionary says the origin of the word could come from the Latin vocare, to call. Okay, now that resonates with me and reflects back to the opening of this library book, when she says writing is like a calling. But what does that mean?

A vocation, a calling, to me, is something we cannot separate from ourselves. No matter where we are in our day, it’s there, under the surface, impacting everything we say and do. Added to that is the urge to write, the simmer that makes us miserable when we are not writing.

I remember a young person telling me she wanted to write a book, wanted me to give her an idea, tell her how to do it, and she wanted  it published within a couple of months. This person obviously thought writing was simply tossing some words down, magically getting them published, and sitting back while the money rolled in. If this person had heard that call, felt that longing, tried to capture the spirit of stories out there in the universe, she would never have asked about writing so flippantly. Yes we want to be published, yes we want to make money. But we write anyway, without those things.

And of course sometimes writing feels less like a yearning call and more like a gorilla on our back. Or a leach sucking us dry. Or an inner critic breaking our heart.

My husband recently gave me some quotes that I think impart what I am trying to say here in a much simpler fashion. So I am going to end with them. Words to take away and think about when that calling pulls you down the sacred path.

Cacoethes scribendi:  insatiable desire to write

Verba volant, scripta manent: words fly away, writings remain

Think about that last one.

Writing remains.

A person wrote a story, and the only comment she received was someone pointing out typographical errors. This person is angry that typos were pointed out, and angry that others didn’t compliment her. In other words, this person did not want honest critiques or editing, she only wanted to sit back and bask in the rave reviews of writing she clearly thought she deserved. I’m not involved in this person’s drama but it did make me think about the whole editing process.

By the way, I’m not referring here to the whole topic of how to do constructive edits.

My friend Jenni, who often comments here, is also a writer. She is tentatively stepping out into the world of releasing your writing to others to read, and has asked me to comment. The first time I edited her work I overwhelmed her. I now ask if she wants comments from me as a reader or an editor. We have found a balance where we can talk about writing without scaring her. But the thing is, her reaction came from the standpoint of ‘I have so much to learn’ rather than ‘I don’t deserve this because I’m so good’.

We writers need to build up a thick outer layer that protects us when we first begin this process of sharing our work. And it’s not just that thick skin to repel unkind, cruel, or unhelpful comments. We need some sort of barrier between ourselves and our emotional connection to the story. Because isn’t that where all these reactions come from? We pull that feedback deeply into our hearts as a commentary on us personally, rather than realizing the comments are about the work.

I know, it’s nearly impossible to not take critiques personally. After all that work is something we’ve poured ourselves into. At the same time, in order to grow as writers, we need some way to step back from that emotional connection.

For me what works is time. If I immediately pass my writing on, I’m still extremely emotionally attached. If, however, I wait even a few weeks, I regain a healthier, more realistic attachment to the story. The longer I wait, the less emotion is involved. It’s like looking at that newborn child and knowing he’s a genius vs. looking at the teenager and counting down the days until they can drive themselves.

Years ago I had a cartoon with an older woman standing, arms across her chest, smug smile on her face, and wearing a sign that read, ‘I’m more humble than you are’. I am picturing that woman’s face tonight as I think about the person who expected only compliments. I would change the wording on the sign to read ‘I’m a better writer than you’.

I’d say she’s had a rough break this week, finding out that maybe she’s not as good as she thinks she is. I can only hope that with time she loses that emotional attachment and gains the distance to see that when a person points out some typos it’s not the same thing as saying you stink as a writer, or your writing stinks.

Don’t ask until you have the protective barrier in place and have the distance to be able to receive. I’m going to try very hard to follow that advice.