Pray for Revisal: a book review

I am a writer. Most days I believe it. I have that badge that all real writers have: rejection letters from magazine submissions failed attempts and false starts, a loud inner critic and writer’s block. But also, I have moments where I write something (often on my blog, but also for sermons) and I know my words hit home. I share myself and others find themselves in what I’ve written. I haven’t written anything long form, because I don’t know how —I’m afraid of it—I’ve never done it, and feel too scattered to engage a topic in a sustained way.  One day, I will find my literary muse and produce something beautiful to offer the world. Until then, all I have are my eclectic musings on faith and spirituality and vocational frustration (my most popular blog posts have been about making fun of Christian music and bad job interviews).

But enough 511kqidf2b2bl-_sx260_about me. Isn’t this supposed to be a book review? You are right. The book is called Living Revision: A Writer’s Craft as Spiritual Practice by Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew. She teaches memoir, essay, and journal writing at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, is the recipient of the Minneapolis State Arts Board artists’ fellowship and has been a Minneapolis Book Award finalist. She is the author of Writing the Sacred Journey, On the Threshold: Home, Hardwood and Holiness and the novel Hannah, Delivered. 

Andrew has a heap of helpful advice for would-be-authors on writing,—clarifying and communicating the story, and the whole revision process. By this, she doesn’t mean revision in the sense of copy editing, getting your grammar in order, all your “i’s” dotted and “t’s” crossed and your modifier’s grounded.  Instead, Andrew speaks of revision as the complicated but profound journey of creativity, where a writer engages their work and dares to see it anew.  This involves both holding our work lightly and engaging it wholeheartedly. It means doing the inner work required to know what we are trying to say, what we are afraid to say, and what we dare not say. In the end, revision helps us clarify our message and transcribe our truth to the page in a way that is both self-aware and inviting.

Andrew has thirteen chapters which guide her readers through the writing process—from the rough first draft, through rewrites and enduring discomfort, reframing, strengthening, restructuring, and attention to language. She has us ask hard questions of our writing, like what is the inner story and subtext? And what is our story asking of us?

So, I took uncharacteristically too long reading this book—in part because I didn’t have a piece of writing I was currently working on. However, I did write some shorter things (e.g. sermons, blog posts, book reviews) and did use some of her suggestions. One of the insights from Andrew that I found particularly helpful is her idea that writer begins their drafts and the work of reworking of projects under a cloud of privacy and unknowing (63), but as we engage the work of revisioning, we increasingly open ourselves to our audience. So the act of writing is a pregnant solitude which allows us to press in to our creative flow, but the re-writes and revision bring about a context for communion with our readers. She writes:

Here’s the trick to sustaining a joyful, healthy relationship with writing through revision and beyond publication. Never abandon your space of curiosity, freedom, and love. Our work may travel outward to meet an audience. We may meet the audience as well, which is a tremendous privilege. But the source of a writer’s well-being is that safe place where we can be intimate, honest, and adventurous. We neglect it at our peril (66).

This was a profound insight for sermon writing (did I mention that Barbara Brown Taylor writes the forward?).

Throughout the book, are toolboxes designed to help authors engage their work, and exercises to do in your writer’s notebook to engage the process of writing—e.g. wrestling with your inner critic and discovering what your story is asking of you. Because I didn’t have a sustained project I was working on, some of these exercises weren’t helpful for me, though I underlined a butt ton and there are things I’ll come back to when I have something to work through.  The ‘spirituality’ piece is the inner-work necessary for good writing to emerge. One day I’ll get there.   I give this four star. – ★ ☆ ★ ☆

Notice of material connection: I received a copy of this book from the author or publisher, via SpeakEasy, in exchange for my honest review.

Psalm 23 in the Key of C

One of the blogs I frequent, belongs to April Yamasaki. Recently she posted about a writing exercise that turns out to be a fun way to meditate on scripture. At a Christian writers’ event,  one of the participants  wrote his own paraphrase to Psalm 23, using the letter L. April followed suit, posting her paraphrase of the Psalm with the letter G as her muse.

She closed her post with this Writing Prompt:

Try your own version of this psalm, using the letter M and starting with the line “My Master is my Mentor.” Or choose a letter and opening line of your own. If you send me your creation, I’ll gladly include it in a follow-up article. If you’re a blogger, post it on your own site and leave a link in the comments below. Have fun, and may God work Psalm 23 more deeply into your soul.

I chose to use the letter C. Here is my version of the Psalm:

 

My Creator is caretaker and captain,

with him I crave nothing

At his command, I lay couched in clover,

he carries me to where calm currents run their course,

He cleanses and collects me—

my cowardly, crumbled soul.

He commends to me the correct course

’cause of his name.

 

 I clambered about on the cliffs and

found myself

in a canon, caught

by clouds,

and cold.

Yet I am not concerned, 

You are my Companion!

Clutching that club and cane You carry,

You comfort me.

You cater the consummate feast,

though contentious challengers convene to crush me.

You consecrate me: crowning my head with oil;

my cup overflows, a chalice chockful—

a cask in the cellar,

chilled and waiting.

I am certain your care and compassion will chase after me

until my life’s  conclusion.

I’ll crash at your castle

continually.

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Photo by Rebecca Gillum, originally posted at https://rgphotographs.wordpress.com/2015/06/02/quiet-waters/

 

Notes on Ps. 131 (Poem)

Psalm 131, A Song of Ascent, of David.

 

 

I kick and rage–

proud heart, haughty eyes

I thought I’d

made my mark

already.

 

Insides spinning–

a hope deferred–anxiety

throbbing through my thighs.

 It’s  all too great for me,

I cannot

bear it.

 

Teach me to be-

To know who holds me

upon Her knee, and then

I’d drift contentedly

to peace.

 

I stop kicking and sit, still

proud-hearted-haughty;

yet there is no need to

make a mark

today.

 

You hold me

    there is hope–now,

and when

forever comes,

with You I will rise.

 

©James Matichuk, 2016