33. Love it enough…

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

Up to now, all my posts have been quite positive. That is a conscious choice I made, but having said that, every single word has been completely sincere and a reflection of my happiness and fulfillment. While I intend on maintaining this positivity throughout my time with you, I thought it was necessary to show that I am not naïve nor indestructible when it comes to my writing or life in general. What others might find to be difficult times, I now take in my stride because I have experienced my share of fairly testing times that only those who experienced them with me would be aware of. While surviving them has given me strength, for as long as I can remember I have found solace and comfort in my writing.

Writing as a hobby can be a therapeutic way of expressing yourself most honestly. For those that way inclined, it may lead to a career in professional writing which can be a way of getting paid to do something that you are already passionate about and/or good at in a range of formats; from letters, proposals, website text, promotional material, articles, reports and technical manuals, just to name a few. You may have noticed that these are all non-fiction, informative types of writing produced for a specific, timely purpose.

More creative and most often predominately (if not entirely) fictional forms of writing such as poetry, script writing, screen writing and novel writing are more subjective and are produced with different purpose and intent.  Especially for a new creative writer, who has not been exposed to the competitive nature of the publishing and entertainment industry, the pieces they produce undoubtedly begin as a labour of love. They have to be, to some extent, because they are quite unlikely to receive an immediate financial return. That comes much later, if at all. Therefore, creative writing requires a certain level of optimism, resilience and rationality. You must love it enough. Let me explain.

Creative writers by nature are relatively emotive people. Using their own experiences, the stories others share with them combined with the feelings one associates with particular situations and circumstances they have seen, heard or personally felt, a writer becomes the instrument for personal expression. Writing can be done anywhere, at any time. All one needs is a writing implement and a surface to write on. Of course, computers have aided the writing process in their own ways  (although spell check isn’t always as reliable as you might think) and ‘white-out’ certainly helps with a self-editing experience.

However, creative writing is actually a lot more difficult than the physical action might suggest. Like any instrument, a writer is susceptible to a range of significant and extraneous (external) forces, pressures, physical ailments and fatigue. When writing fiction, there is a constant battle occurring between one’s imagination and sense of reality. Time is limiting and there is so much to think about. Writing takes patience, awareness, knowledge and informed decision-making as well as the ability to surrender control.

Let’s extend this list to include optimism, resilience and rationality, as previously mentioned. While writing is generally a solitary activity, eventually the process will involve someone reading it upon the author’s consent. Humans are innately opinionated and despite the qualities that distinguish a writer, a reader can be awfully critical and/or congratulatory in unpredictable measures. Reading is as subjective in nature as writing.

You may have begun to realise even from this short piece that there is actually more involved in creative writing than you knew or perhaps wanted to know. To some, the words come naturally and flow with a welcome amount of ease that mimic a perfectly timed symphony. However, it is somewhat naive to assume that no writer experiences (consciously or subconsciously) various levels of anxiousness, self-doubt, frustration, cynicism, loneliness, confusion, regret, misunderstanding and/or re-evaluation of purpose throughout their writing career.

Negativity has a sneaky way of entering our consciousness, manifested in our own vulnerability or enabled by the people and environment around us. Those who strive to remain optimistic and focus on the real reason why they are doing something are more likely to achieve their desired outcome than someone who succumbs to the voice that tells them they are worthless and questions their ability. That is where resilience comes in.

Being resilient doesn’t mean you should lose your compassion and respect for others. It is a way of protecting oneself and from my understanding, requires the acknowledgment of the negative and critical which is then transformed into positive motivation to strive for excellence. A resilient person is able to recognise that negativity and criticism should not be taken personally and that it a possible outcome of giving another person the opportunity to openly interpret something they have invested much of their time and love into. While a common response to criticism may put the receiver on the defensive and cause them to act in a number of irrational ways, a rational person will have been preemptive of possible responses, both positive and negative and prepared themselves to behave respectfully nonetheless.

Ultimately, anything we choose to do in our lives we must be prepared to defend and love it enough to remember our reason for choosing to do it, even when it may seem like no one else understands. That is why I am so grateful to all my readers and with experience I have developed a strong combination of optimism, resilience and rationality.

My love for writing is infinite and without it, I truly believe I would be living a severely cynical, vulnerable and irrational existence. Writing is my life and in the last three months of not working and concentrating all my attention on ‘My Time with You’ I have felt like I have begun to pay back writing for what it has given to me. Not with currency, but with the time it deserves.

I write for myself and those who appreciate it. I don’t measure my success in terms of how much someone is willing to pay me for my words. It is the achievement of completing something that I am proud of and sharing a meaningful moment in time with others, that motivates me.

While the cynics will come, critique this piece and leave, I know that the loyal supporters will always come back again to share my time with you.

A faithful creative writing optimist,

My Time with You ©2010 Danielle N. Bilski

32. He gave me the world…

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

He gave me the world. I hope he would be proud of what I have done with my time in it.

Rest in peace my dearest Papa
December 1923 – April 2004

A part of you is with me every day.
I miss you and I will love you, now & always.

Photograph 1: Danielle & Papa in 1985                                                      Photograph 2: Danielle in 2010
‘Where we sat together’                                                                                         ‘Where I now stand on my own’

Papa and Danielle 1985

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©2010 Danielle N. Bilski

31. Metaphorical hopscotch

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

One word. One Arial bold, size 72pt word keeps popping into my head. It began appearing a few months ago and every time I saw it, I wondered where on earth it came from. What caused me to think of such a seemingly insignificant word whenever I was thinking about or working on ‘My Time with You’?

Thinking back, I guess it started making an appearance in my sub-conscious before I was entire aware of its visual presence in my mind. Before I was literally visualising the words in my mind’s eye. This was around February this year, when I was working full-time in a data entry/administration position and feeling extremely neglectful of ‘My Time with You’. I was beginning to get severely frustrated at its position – seemingly at a virtual stand-still. I was determined to maintain the project along with my enthusiasm for it, in the limited time I had to even think about being creative, let alone actually writing or planning with direct reference to ‘My Time with You’.

Funnily enough, in March I was deep in serious contemplation about whether to continue working full-time in a situation where my own personal writing project was being sacrificed and the majority of my time in general was being dedicated to a task that I was telling myself I should be doing and I thought others expected me to be doing. That one word continued to follow me.

For those of you who know me personally and/or have been following my blog posts closely, you know what has eventuated between the beginning of April and now. For those who are not familiar with this,  I did hand in my notice during the first week of April, which coincided with the Easter weekend. I told myself that I would jump back into ‘My Time with You’ with everything that I had and was ever so grateful to be back where I knew I belonged, doing something I wanted to do and had more passion for than anything else I have done before.

So, back to the one word. That one word was hopscotch. Now, on first thought you may think hopscotch seems like a random word to think of,  as did I. However, the more it appeared and the more I thought about its significance with relevance to my life at the time it first appeared, I began to find it more and more familiar and somewhat comforting. As most writers do, whether consciously or not, I try to apply a certain level of philosophy and imagination to any idea or situation that I come across, both in my writing and in my day-to-day life. In the case of my new friend ‘hopscotch’, I acknowledged its presence and spent some quality time with it, in order to work out what meaning I could associate with it. Perhaps this meaning is more profound than it first seemed.

When I think of hopscotch, it takes me back to my childhood days of numbered squares drawn in coloured chalk on the concrete pavement, a common garden variety stone, a coin or a small beanbag and often awareness of untied shoe laces. Hopscotch was a game that could be played with others or alone. For those of you who are not familiar with hopscotch, it basically involves standing at the beginning of the court made up of numbered squares and throwing your object into each of the numbered squares in chronological order. You must then hop on one foot into each of the squares in order, avoiding the square that has your object in it. You may pick up your object on your way back through the court. “If, while hopping through the court in either direction the player steps on a line, misses a square, or loses balance, the turn ends.” (Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopscotch, accessed 16th July, 2010). For more information, this is a link to the Wikipedia description, including images of typical hopscotch courts. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopscotch

Nevertheless, I remember those days fondly. The aim is to be the first player to complete one course for every numbered square on the court to win the game. If nothing else, it requires a relative amount of concentration and balance.

While the specific origin of hopscotch is unknown, according to Wikipedia, the first recorded reference to hopscotch was in 1677. It goes on to say that, ‘in an entry of Poor Robin’s Almanack for that year…The entry states, ‘The time when schoolboys should play at Scotch-hoppers.'” (Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopscotch, accessed 16th July, 2010)

Revisiting my past often leads me to reflect on and be more aware of my present and the aspects of the future that I can control or at least, influence. A possible strategy therefore, using hopscotch as a metaphor is to view our lives and the world as an extremely long game of hopscotch. The trick is to find the right balance while jumping through the squares to eventually discover the dream that we have metaphorically ‘thrown’ ahead of ourselves and we may reach or ‘pick up’, only once we have completed the course correctly.

Each square within the court represents the moments we must experience, overcome and learn how to deal with in order to move on to the next square successfully. If we fall, go outside the lines or miss a square, we may feel the urge to either start again or give up entirely. In most cases, our human spirit is strong enough to endure a certain number of set-backs and we continue to strive for that moment when we reach our priceless object, in spite of adversity.

Only then, may we truly appreciate the journey we took to get to the place we dreamed of being and those we spent time with and lost along the way. Only then, may we truly understand the rhyme, the reason and the role we needed to fulfill within the game to get there in our own time.

So thanks to one Arial, bold 72pt word,  I can now see more clearly that I have successfully jumped through some squares, fallen in others,  started again and developed different techniques to deal with the squares that still lie ahead of me. I have learned to enjoy the journey, share it with others and to be proud of what I have already achieved. I can identify what deserves my immediate attention and the rest of the time should be fun and meaningful. At the end of the day, when the rain washes the chalk court away, all we are left with is where we are now. It is up to us how we choose to play the game again tomorrow which will determine where we will be then.

Enjoying the hopscotch square I am in with you; anticipating the next.

My Time with You ©2010 Danielle N. Bilskihopscotch

30. Just write, right?

~ Written by Danielle N. Bilski ~

It has been a few weeks since I wrote an update. I have wanted to write a blog post, but the progress I have been making each day has felt small, therefore I didn’t feel it was necessary to inform you that I had added another event in the plot or that I had moved the poems around again to suit the subtle changes that I had made in the narrative. Especially since there is no specific context that you could refer or compare it to. I guess what I have been trying to do is just write! After all, I’m sure you can agree that I have done my fair share of procrastinating/planning with the intention to achieve. Eventually the actual writing would need to be done, otherwise I would have to seriously ask myself  ‘what has all of this been for?’

I have been receiving some really positive feedback on and about my blog; from friends, fellow writers and the general public who have come across my blog through various online avenues. I really want to thank you all again for your encouragement and for taking the time to visit mytimewithyou.com.au. I don’t want it to be just another blog telling you how to write a novel, because as we have discovered, it is a subjective process and everyone has their own way that they feel comfortable with (nor am I an expert). I also don’t want it to be a few hundred words of my opinionated ranting and raving about something with the intention of causing conflict, controversy or confusion as to why I bothered wasting my time writing it in the first place. I want it to be meaningful and thought provoking and maybe even a little bit entertaining.

Trying to view it objectively, I hope mytimewithyou.com.au is becoming an insightful, sincere and intimate experience for you, as it is for me. I am learning a lot about my style of writing and creating. I am learning that it is possible to showcase my writing in my own unique way and that others do appreciate it if I give them the opportunity. Although the format of this site may seem basic, it has been designed that way to keep our focus on the words and the idea at the core of this entire project – our shared time. May it be 1) a reflection of my passion for writing and respect for the process 2) encouraging the creative self-expression for other writers and artists who may need some inspiration 3) deepening of the original story and a unique record of how it was created and most of all 4) a place where any of us can come to whenever we need to be reminded that our time is just as precious as one another and it is appreciated.

I know I can always come back to My Time with You and I am the most true version of me, because I have the chance to let others read what we may sometimes have trouble seeing or saying in another place, at another time.

Sometimes even words can get in the way, as I have no possible way of explaining the immense gratitude I have for this opportunity to express myself with you. The only way I know how to get even close, is to continue with this project and mytimewithyou.com.au with all that I am, for as long as time lets me.

So, enough of this soppy stuff and let’s see how much work I have actually done. In June, I actually felt like a writer! Sleeping in, writing late, making changes to the story, being inspired by things I have watched, talked about, people I have spoken to and learned from. Among all the paper, you would find a linear time line of events, detailed character profiles and a survey to help me with my research. It has been an unbelievable experience and I have reveled in every minute of it. The story is set and I even discussed the ending with my Mum early this week. I’m not sure whether her tears were caused by the events in the actual story, the moment we shared, pride for the fact that I had a complete the plan for an entire story, or perhaps a combination of all three. Nonetheless, it was the most incredible moment of my entire writing career, shared with the one person who has supported me and My Time with You from the very beginning, when we were both just an idea. Look at us now!

On Friday, I divided the major events from the time line into chapters. I re-opened the original manuscript which contains the poems at the beginning of each chapter and I moved them around, so they better reflect the chapter that they precede. Now I am at the point where the writing must begin. Some people find it easier to just start writing from the beginning and seeing where the story takes them. I am not one of them. When I have used that strategy I usually get to a point where I don’t know what is meant to happen next. Without some direction I get restless and unmotivated, the story seems plot driven and with no consistent theme or purpose. The story doesn’t take me somewhere I didn’t expect to go, it basically has a tantrum and refuses to even contemplate my possibilities. Basically I hit a metaphorical brick wall, hard and fast. Words and expletives everywhere!

However, as a result of all my procrastination as an alternative approach, before I have even begun writing, I have the narrators voice, dominant values and complete story within a significant period of time in their life and the world. I have the governing themes, the characters named and their past, present and future developed, the crises points, the major and minor plot points, symbolism throughout and poems to add depth. As long as I am writing something, right?

A fellow writer and friend of mine who I shared a wonderful coffee and conversation with on Tuesday agreed that a writer is always working, even when it may seem like they are doing nothing. If you could only read the archive of ideas they are working on in their mind, all at one time. You would never again underestimate the invisible existence and power of one’s imagination.

Yesterday I worked on Chapter One and wrote down even more specific actions as experienced by our narrator. I even created a significant interaction with a character that I had never even thought of. It is a minor role, but their presence adds even more intrigue and completeness to the story.

This week ahead I aim to continue with Chapter One and turn the actions into a literary, creative piece of fiction.

I will make sure I come back during the week and let you know how it goes. As always, my time with you is appreciated and cherished.

Constantly living, writing, and dreaming,

My Time with You ©2010 Danielle N. Bilski