One of the side effects of a tragedy like the shooting at Fort Hood is its overshadowing of so many other concerns. The event is just so sad that it makes much else seem, at least, temporarily, insignificant. (I say, temporarily, because, attention spans are short in our media-drenched culture.)
Such overshadowing can be especially problematic for a writer or artist suffering from writer/artist’s block. One feels idiotic to even mention such an issue, but there it is–one more reason why one’s work feels stupid, not worth the trouble. This is especially true if you are a writer or artist whose work doesn’t deal with these kinds of violent tragic impulses, this extent of sudden loss.
This reaction sounds terribly narcissistic. But usually the struggling writer/artist feels the national tragedy deeply. He/she may want to respond in some helpful, articulate, way, but can only come up with platitudes. Writing well about politics and despair may simply not be one’s cup of tea. However, in the midst of such events, writing about anything else may feel idiotic.
Don’t be driven into inaction because you feel insignificant. Go on. You are who you are. You do the work you do.
This is not to say that you shouldn’t stretch yourself. You absolutely should. (Especially if you’re someone prone to blocks or avoidance.) But don’t give up on something because you feel that it seems silly, inconsequential.
Think about (i) Dutch interior paintings (Vermeer); and (ii) still lives (Cezanne, Braque, Picasso).
Think about (i) Charlotte’s Web, (just about the most brilliant children’s book every written – about a pig, spider, and barn); (ii) Ulysses (a day, mainly, in the life of humdrum Leopold Bloom, (iii) To the Lighthouse (which has, to my mind, one of the most heartbreaking descriptions of the changes in England wrought by World War I, told mainly by the wind rushing through an abandoned house, (iv) The Importance of Being Earnest, (v) A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream; (vi) almost any poem by Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, lots of Chinese poets, (vii) too many others to name.
Don’t judge yourself so much. If you are someone that writes about Columbine, or 9/11, or Fort Hood, that’s wonderful–our world needs help understanding these horrible events. But don’t worry if you do not directly work on these things; everything you are and know and think about is in the core, or texture, or background of what you do. So just do it; it will do.
PS – check out my many other posts re writer’s block, and writing, and writing exercises, by checking those categories. Also, check out 1 Mississippi by Karin Gustafson at Amazon, or at link from home page.
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