This month I’ve had four traveling days—one of those included a 12-hour overnight layover at SeaTac. I’ve been on eight airplanes. This month I’ve had the good fortune to be a member of two different learning communities focused on writing. I got to hang out with some pretty cool folks. But I haven’t been writing as much as I would like. I’ve written some good notes about ideas for my next project. I’ve gotten down some images and lines. I’ve written the starts to a couple of poems. But I haven’t written a poem this month. I’ve been pleasantly occupying my time in other ways. Again, I feel fortunate that some of that time has been spent in the company of other writers thinking about writing. But that’s not how I get the writing done. I need to spend more time doing what I’m doing right now, but doing it with poems.
Over the years I’ve come to know certain things about my writing process. I know that it varies. I know that I need to print drafts in order to really see them and mark them up. I know that I need room to pace. I mean I need to be in a space that has enough room to take five to ten steps before turning around. Pacing helps me think. Clipboards come in handy with the pacing and drafting. Taking a walk in the neighborhood with a draft in my back pocket and a pen in my front helps. Reading helps a lot. I’ve never been big on “free writing.” I’ve never really been good at writing in times of upheaval. I usually write when I’m settled in a physically, mentally, and emotionally tranquil space. Wordworth’s definition of poetry rings true for me: “poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” I know that I need to spend time sitting or standing at the keyboard recollecting. I know that the anonymous bustle of a café is also conducive and sometimes necessary for me to write. I feel writing is a necessity that I haven’t prioritize enough recently. My goal is to complete a draft of the manuscript I’ve envisioned by this time next year. I need to plan to make that happen. I need to give myself the time and space and due dates to achieve that goal.
I’m not a blogger, but I’ve enjoyed this space here—this writing. Now I need to make some headway on some poems. Before I go, I want to thank the folks at 49 Writers for inviting me to be guest blogger here.
Say, if writing feels like a necessity and we should all do what is it we need to do to make more a part of our lives, what is it that you do? What works for you all? Do you write everyday at a set time? Do you go to a particular place? Do you hold yourself accountable for a daily word count? Please share what works for you.
Sean Hill is the author of Dangerous Goods (Milkweed Editions, 2014) and Blood Ties & Brown Liquor (UGA Press, 2008). His poems have appeared in Callaloo, Harvard Review, Poetry, Tin House, and numerous other journals and anthologies. He’s currently a visiting professor in the creative writing program at UA-Fairbanks. More information can be found at .