I love the idea of writing rituals. The word ritual suggests something more than just a routine or a habit, like getting up before dawn in order to have time to write, or putting pen to notebook every morning on the commute train. It implies a little bit of ceremony, or the invocation of a morsel of magic that will enable you to craft prize-winning, best-selling prose--or at least get to the end of the first draft. A ritual is something you must have or do in order for the writing process to succeed.
Some rituals
revolve around clothing--or the lack thereof. For example, I've read that while
writing Les Misérables and The
Hunchback of Notre-Dame, Victor Hugo
stripped down to his birthday suit and made his valet hide his clothes. That
way he couldn't leave his house until the day's writing was done. John Cheever
would put on a suit and tie each morning, take the elevator down to his office
in the basement of the building where he lived, take off the suit, hang it up,
and write in his underwear.
Other writers can't
write unless they have particular tools or supplies. Travel writer William
Least Heat-Moon reportedly relied on cedar pencils made by Native Americans,
while Philip Pullman insists on using ballpoint pens and lined,
two-hole-punched paper.
A lot of rituals
involve music, although Katherine Anne Porter insisted she wanted "perfect
silence." Novelist Caroline Leavitt has said, "I have to have music, but it
can’t be really good music. It just has to have a beat to keep me going. (I'm
mortified to admit I have listened to the Carpenters many, many times.)" May
Sarton would have disagreed with that choice. When she wrote, she liked to play
music from the 18th century; no later time period worked for her. The legendary
copywriter David Ogilvie, one of the inspirations for TV’s Mad Men, observed: "If all else fails, I drink half a bottle
of rum and play a Handel oratorio on the gramophone. This generally produces an
uncontrollable gush of copy."
Which brings us to
food and drink as ways for writers to tap into inspiration and keep their noses to
their grindstones. Many writers can admit to using caffeine to power them
through the day or chocolate to reward them when the writing’s done. Truman
Capote (who made a ritual of lying down to write, in contrast to Ernest Hemingway
and Thomas Wolfe, who wrote standing up) depended on cigarettes and a sequence
of beverages to get him through his writing day: "I've got be puffing and
sipping," he once said. "As the afternoon wears on, I shift from coffee to mint
tea to sherry to martinis." Some authors' needs are simpler. Alexandre Dumas
stimulated his creativity by eating an apple each morning. The quirky part: he had to eat it while sitting under the Arc de Triomphe.
As I said, I love the idea of writing rituals, I don't have any of my own. Well, not many. I require a mug of hot tea on my desk, and NPR or a bit of instrumental music on my sound system. I sometimes indulge in a bit of solitaire while waiting for le mot juste to bubble up my mind. But I don't burn candles or recite Homer's invocation of the Muse before I get started. Do you think something like that might help? I could use a gush of copy now and then.
How about you? What are your writing rituals?















Some of favorite writers here, with the quirkiest of rituals -- no wonder I can't match them in style and quality!
I have none, unless chocolate at any hour counts.
Posted by: Camille Minichino | November 23, 2012 at 08:39 AM
Caffeine, and now that I have a lovely view, adjusting the venetian blinds, and then bingo, I'm off and running!
Oh, plus a stroll through Facebook. I'm trying to drop that one though! Too much time :)
Posted by: Mysti Berry | November 23, 2012 at 10:28 AM
Coffee and toast,while reading the newspaper. If Sunday, doing my acrostics, then catching up with news and mail on my computer. OK I admit it, playing a bit of solitaire.
Then I think of what else I can do to not get started. Dishes in the sink? Go for a walk, maybe. (haha)
But when the clock is at nine; enough stalling. Write.
Posted by: rita lakin | November 28, 2012 at 09:46 AM