Reveling in the mess

view from home
Moon above the pushki meadow by Dean Sundmark

I rolled into town last night after attending a twelve day creative writing residency. Today I’m wandering around my home taking note of what has changed and what has stayed the same while I’ve been away.

My nemesis plant, locally known as cow parsnip or pushki, the one that left me with burns all over my arms a few days before I left, has grown nearly three feet taller in my absence and is now in its full flowering stage. Looking out my window and seeing how it’s taken over the paths that lead to the chicken coop, the yurt and the garden, overwhelms me. I wish I could take a machete and start hacking away at it, make everything orderly again, but since I have such a strong reaction to the plant’s juices it’s best if I just leave it alone, surrender to its tenacity, maybe even find a way to admire its steadfast ability to reclaim more of the yard each year.

Trying to process all of the conversations, classes, insights and emotions from the residency has me feeling a bit overwhelmed as well. So much happened in such a short amount of time that making sense of it all isn’t an option. Yet I find myself wanting to write something that sums it all up, lines it all out and puts it in tidy, manageable rows.

When I look back on my experience of the residency and the notes that I took over the course of the twelve days, I can see that I was all over the place. I had moments of feeling confident in my writing, followed by languishing self-doubt. The sense of community that comes from being surrounded by like-minded people was palpable at times; so was the stabbing loneliness that I felt at night in my dorm room. At times I was moved to tears. On one occasion I struggled to contain my anger and ultimately ended up leaving part way through a reading.

I’ve always been of the mind that writing is a means for making order out of chaos and I still believe that to be true. But now I’m questioning that tendency within myself to always be looking for a straight way out of a jumbled up world. As a writer I might need to spend more time reveling in the mess. I might need to write all over the place, let the words and ideas take me places that feel overgrown and too big to manage.

It takes courage to dig into questions for which there may be no answers. I might emerge with nothing more than a bunch of burns and bruises. But I feel like being a part of this MFA program is giving me the freedom to go there for a little while. I might not have anything marketable at the end of my three years, but along the way I’ll learn to push myself further than I thought possible.

Creativity seems impossible without a certain amount of surrender. I’m wanting to use these few years to let my writing grow into something bigger than I’ve allowed it to be thus far. I’m wanting to resist the urge to hack it down into tidy little cubes. I’m wanting to get lost in the dishevel. Hopefully in my digging I’ll find what needs to be found. Hopefully it will be good.

Author: Teresa

From my house I can see glaciers, mountains, the amazing Kachemak Bay and occasionally a moose family or a bear (but not Russia.) I write--primarily but not exclusively fiction--and work part time in a library.

6 thoughts on “Reveling in the mess”

  1. Sounds like you’re surrendering to writing like you’re surrendering to your Pushki. Writing might scar you like Pushki does, but it’ll always be SO much sweeter. Glad to’ve met you Teresa! Good luck!

    1. Glad to’ve met you too Erin! You’ve got a busy year ahead and I can’t wait to read more of your work and hear more of your music.

    1. Collective insanity is better than singular insanity. I’m pleased to have new friends to share in all the craziness.

  2. There’s always lots to sift through after a residency. I find that just having “permission” to write when no one else in my professional life either knows or cares is huge. I’ll be rereading my novel today, in preparation for figuring out what I want to do next, mopping my nose and sucking on cough drops (‘snot fun ;-0) but I’m excited to do it. Take care! Hope to hear from you soon.

  3. There’s always lots to sift through after a residency. I find that just having “permission” to write when no one else in my professional life either knows or cares is huge. I’ll be rereading my novel today, in preparation for figuring out what I want to do next, mopping my nose and sucking on cough drops (‘snot fun ;-0) but I’m excited to do it. Take care! Hope to hear from you soon.

    Oops, didn’t mean to be anonymous. That was me. –Nichelle

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