This isn’t one of those posts where gardening is used as a
metaphor for the writing process.
Not that there’s anything wrong with those kinds of posts. I
may not be much of a gardener, but even I can see that these comparisons are
usually very apt and interesting. You know the kinds of metaphors I’m talking
about: Give the seeds of your idea time to grow. Tend your plot carefully to
makes sure everything blooms. Beware the aphids of poor subject-verb agreement.
Indeed, you can probably guess that I allow one gardening
metaphor to rule most everything I write: pile on lots of fertilizer.
But, no, that’s not what this post is about. This one is literal,
and it’s about what I do when I need a break from the keyboard. It’s also about
a new/old gizmo, because gizmos are fun.
Writing requires sitting down for hours and hours and hours.
The trouble is that our bodies evolved to move around all day long, not to stay
seated. Did you know that our prehistoric ancestors probably walked 20 miles a
day? The “paleo-diet” doesn’t compare to the “paleo-workout.”
Aside from causing eye-strain, sitting and staring at a
screen can also drag down our alertness and creativity. The human mind can certainly
travel farther in a day than our bodies ever could, but it can go farther still
with a bit more blood flow.
This summer, I’ve instituted a 25 minute timer while
writing. Every time it goes off, I have to stand up and go do something for at
least 60 seconds, even if it’s just reaching for my toes. But my favorite thing
is to run out to the yard and murder dandelions.
My dandelion-murdering capability recently skyrocketed when
I found the ultimate weed-wrecker at my local hardware store. I used to have
one like it, but it broke, and for years I never saw any others of its kind.
Sure, I tried some other styles, but they didn’t do much other than poke the
ground a little and try to give the dandelions a guilt complex. That’s not what
I wanted: I wanted raw mechanical leverage.
This baby clamps the weed beneath its leaves and yanks it right out of the ground, usually taking the whole root with it. No evil chemicals, no
bending over, and no mercy for the weed. POP! Up comes one weed. POP!
POP! In five minutes, I’m ankle-deep in dandelion corpses. It gets completely
addictive: I’m actually starting to worry that I’ll run out of dandelions in my
yard.
Root and all!
Ever watch the Big Bang Theory? You might remember the
episode where Sheldon was working on a tough physics problem, so he tried to
free his higher brain functions by seeking out the most menial tasks to occupy
his lower functions. Naturally, he assumed that everyone else’s jobs were the
most menial, and comedy ensued.
If Sheldon had one of these weed pullers he might have saved
himself some time. After popping off a few weeds, I always end up with a better
idea of what to write next and how to say it. That think-time lets me get down
deep, almost like I’m pulling at the root of my story and characters while I’m
pulling at the roots of the dandelions.
OOPS! That was a gardening metaphor for writing. How’d that
get in there?
Be good, and dream crazy dreams.
Sechin Tower is a teacher, a table-top game designer, and the
author of Mad Science Institute. You
can read more about him and his books on SechinTower.com
and his games on SiegeTowerGames.com
