Writers often say their work is a voyage of discovery.
In The Bonnie Road, an American is required, under duress, to return to Scotland, the land of her birth, only to find it a jarringly foreign country. One of the strangest of the townsfolk brings her the gift of insight through a Scots Border Ballad, in which the Queen of Elfland shows her lover three roads. The last of these is the bonnie road to fair Elfland, set apart from the mundane paths as the way of mysticism and magic; and, in the American’s mind, the way of the artist and of her sadly discarded vocation. Having seen the path, Rosalind is bereft that her past, her life, her choices and circumstances have rendered it impossible to walk. Can she make her way through the dark landscape to find her feet, at long last, on the bonnie road? And if she does, what then?
It’s hard to believe it’s been just over six months since The Bonnie Road was published. So many years of hard work went into its creation, followed by an especially busy year preparing for the publication date last Autumn. I had no idea how much work goes into collaborating with a publisher; and add to that all the things a contemporary author can do to help raise awareness, especially in the creation of an online presence. Not that I’m a good example whatsoever in that regard, but I did my best, and my dear daughter’s help proved invaluable, especially for things like the inner machinations of Twitter.
So how is it, now that the first blush is off the rose? Given that the contract for a first novel opened the door once and for all to a vocation I’ve been doing my dead-level best to realize across the chances and changes of this fleeting world, things are just fine.
The launching of the novel in its setting of St Andrews, Scotland was a whirlwind delight, and the readings and literary groups back home continued throughout the fall. I was truly touched by the appreciation I received from attendees and supporters. Upon which the attention to the novel shifted to the internet, with guest blogs and reviews, social media, and all that. Add the recording of an audio version of Bonnie Road to the mix, in my home studio- for which I’m currently editing the sound files, a meticulous and demanding job- plus the ever-ongoing research and notes for the next novel slipped into any remaining time, and there you have the past six months of the writing work summarized. It goes far beyond a full-time work-week, and there are no days off. I’ve joined the club of authors who have gone before, and am discovering the truths and patterns of their lives and discipline in my own.
What have I found? Most importantly a fierce joy in the work itself. If I were not compelled to do this, if it were not (finally! finally!) the hard-won expression of my vocation, the sacrifices and discipline would not be worth it; or perhaps worse, the end product would be a slog rather than a flight, difficult as the writing process is. It’s taken far too long to have finally been able to settle into life as an author, in my 58th year, and if it’s true that a literary novel takes, on average, 5 to 7 years to complete (which is my experience), that means that, given my age, I’ll be lucky if I can complete three more novels, assuming my health and mental acuity hold out. I do not look back, or a kind of grief descends. But then I shrug and figure ces’t la vie, nothing particularly unusual about my story, just as the American in the novel is a product of her time and place. Better late than never. I consider authors like Penelope Fitzgerald who began her writing career at 60, and am inspired. I also know perfectly well why and how it is for those countless souls whose artistic dreams could never be realized.
Yes, my feet are walking the bonnie road, like Rosalind’s, at last, at long last. I didn’t expect the plot points of the novel to be quite so apropos, but there it is, that voyage of discovery that you can’t comprehend until you look back, because life is shifting and changing as you write.
The writer’s success is not the actual books, as absolutely wonderful as they are, all that effort rendered into a handy object of pleasure; it’s the life those books manifest. Which brings me to the second major shift, the protection of this fragile crucible of creativity. When the work of writing begins first thing in the morning, and ends last thing before sleep, balance becomes the measure of success or failure in a day’s work. Everything is harnessed to operate at full capacity, which translates to health and focus. As writers and artists have done before, I keep sacrosanct the best times of day to create and write, the best time to take some exercise, with seasonal variations of course, such as a solo hike, during which I think out ideas for the work- (or as is the case now, joyfully dancing with two Morris teams in preparation for May performances, which adds the greatest pleasure of good company). Then it’s a cup of tea and a return to work, perhaps a change of pace given over to research or the mind-boggling array of the business side of things. And, finally, reading books that influence my writing one way or the other, before sleep.
I recently heard an interview with Elizabeth Gilbert on her book Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear, and on the subject of winnowing out those things that distract us from the work, she said that it was hard enough to say ‘no’ to the constant barrage of requests and enticements from outwith our writing desks, but that it was equally necessary to say ‘no’ to our own habits and desires that break apart the writing flow. I had to ruefully agree. In my case, it’s, among other things, saying goodbye to TV, and replacing it with the reading that a writer simply must do. Because mobile-phone service is not available here, I am spared the temptation of whether or not to have a cell phone. It’s vital to have extended periods of quiet, or my work reflects a shallow or scattered attention. Easy for me to write that, difficult to do. Gilbert’s conclusion was, why on earth wouldn’t you give up your unhelpful little indulgences, since the work you are doing is where abiding joy is to be found? I’ll add to that the awareness of the fleeting time left as a powerful spur to self-discipline.
There is much more to tell as I commence the long walk along the beautiful and ferny brae that is the bonnie road, including how my relationships with others have decisively changed, going hand in hand with my relationship to myself. Of how my spirituality, which imbues every aspect of my life, is expressed and enhanced. Of the courage to be who I am, writing what I ought to be writing, not what I think I ought to be writing. But these are in process, and I will save any observations for later.
The Bonnie Road continues a steady readership and response, for which I am very grateful indeed. This acknowledgement, this vindication supports me in the audio recording, and in my work on the next book. That pleasure in the writing process, that walking the bonnie road, colors everything with joy. That’s what I want to convey, and in conveying it, hope someone reading this and searching for their own bonnie road will be encouraged to find the joy of it.
4/9/2016 06:48:57 pm
What a journey! Just reading your blog entry takes me far, far away on an exciting adventure ... It seems impossible that we were both at All Souls less than two years ago, and you up until about a year ago. Your year has been so rich and full ...
4/9/2016 08:44:52 pm
I am honored to dance w you!
4/9/2016 10:20:32 pm
What a delicious writer's paradox, to need both solitude and company, to write and to read.
10/16/2022 02:46:25 pm
Measure west own wind camera. Save ground seven.
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