The title of this book, The Pleasures and Perils of a Creative Life, explains, elegantly, exactly what it is. (More on that in a second.)
Dani Shapiro (b. 1962), a best-selling memoirist who writes about her own life in a non-ironic, non-sentimental way. She is honest, authentic and generously reflects on the most interesting and personal subjects of a creative life; the living, the creating and the existing. Not the producing.
I have written seven books, and still I have to remind myself this is what I do, this is my vocation, this is what puts food on the table and pays the mortgage. It’s not a hobby or something I spend my days doing for the sheer joy of it.
Her collection of thoughts – a collection in which consciousness lives and thrives – she reexamined things that we commonly use and need to repurpose, like poet David Whyte’s Consolations, Shapiro grabs and reimagines words like permission, seeds, distance, and guides.
On ambition Shapiro writes:
There is nothing wrong with ambition. We all want to win Guggenheims and live and write in the south of France, or some version thereof – don’t we? But this can’t be the goal.
Of the numerous things Shapiro shares, my particular favorites are the strength and danger of our inner censor, a need for mentors, collected precious things we keep nearby, the mutual benefits of rest and play, and the difference between rhythm and discipline.
Discipline calls to mind a task master, perhaps wielding a whip. Discipline has a whiff of punishment to it, or at least the need to cross something off a list. Rhythm, however, is a gentle aligning, a comforting pattern in our day that we know sets us up ideally for our work.
I certainly keep this book close and open it often. There is a reason I’ve linked so many of my own posts to this book entry, my own thinking has been inspired by Shapiro’s wisdom and organization.
Though we are alone in our rooms, alone with our demons, our inner censor, our teachers remind us that we’re not alone in the endeavor. We are part of a great tapestry of those who have preceded us.
Inspired by Shapiro, I’d like to define a word of my own, elegance. Elegance is completeness plus modesty. Nothing present is unnecessary, and nothing necessary is absent. It’s the economy and deliberateness of Thoreau mixed with the enthusiastic generosity of Anna Deavere Smith’s warm, embracing advice to artists of all sorts.
Shapiro reminds us to write from emotion but not to succumb to it” “Grief, joy, hilarity, rage – all of it becomes the medium in which you work. You can’t be feeling it and shaping it at the same time.”
To extend a few of Shapiro’s themes even further – most are worth a deep inhale – grab psychologist Rollo May’s critical read on the effects of fear on creativity or physicist Alan Lightman’s In Praise of Wasting Time on the benefits of rest and play.