Some of you may have noticed a lag between posts recently, which may imply I’m not writing as much. Au contraire. Last week I wrote at least six hours a day, sometimes seven and eight. What am I spending so much time writing if not Lessons from the Cockpit? Read on.
Readers sensed something brewing when I posted “Make the Leap” parts 1 and 2, and although I knew my end goal and held the destination foremost in mind, I was unsure when I’d make the leap and start the journey toward it. But sometimes the destination moves toward us. Recently, I felt a palpable shift in my life, a swirling energy mass gathering beyond the horizon. The clear skies circling me gave no indication anything differed from my normal routine, yet I knew the swirl approached, could feel it in my being. I kept angling my body in its direction with anticipation. I liken it to a summer storm where we can’t see the thunderheads building—they’re too far away or the tree line obscures them from view—but we know it’s coming. A breeze kicks up. The temperature drops five degrees. The leaves on the trees flash their pale green underbellies in rippling waves.
Before you think this energy mass was something ominous, let me say this. Some people don’t like storms, but not me. I get excited. Why? Because storms break up life’s monotony. They come when you’ve had ten scorchers in a row and are sick of the heat. They blow in just as you find yourself thinking, Is this all there is? They show up when you need rescue from a hypnotic routine, and while they’re thundering toward you, as you imagine the aftermath, you suspect you might not be the same person you were before. Storms bring the potential for change, and the potential for change, is another way to say hope.
Storms may not be so fun in the middle of them, once they’ve descended in a fierce huff and puff, but I relish the altered landscape after one rumbles through. In its wake, crisp air stirs the soul. The sky wells a deeper blue. The world glistens, a bright, new landscape ripe for discovery, not only for the route never taken, but also for the familiar viewed through fresh eyes.
So, as this massive swirl advanced, edging into view on the horizon, I lifted my face toward it, losing myself in the cosmic artistry of its swells and churns, ready for anything. When its surge blew open a door near me, I leapt through it without hesitation, no glancing behind to learn if it had closed or not. Maybe that door still stands open, but even if it is, I’ll never return through it. My mind slammed that door, sealing the stagnant room behind it forever. And that’s all that matters. I have too many other open doors to run, leap and fly through instead.
Now, I’m writing full-time for the summer, working toward a solid draft of my first novel by the end of September. I’ll tuck it away for a month—won’t even peek at it—while working on other pursuits. Then in November and December, I’ll edit it and begin my search for an agent and publisher.
Many people ask the book’s premise, and I’m happy to tell them…in person. So if you bump into me and want to know…ask. But I’m not ready to divulge details online yet. I will convey this much: It’s the fictional account of a person whose life changes when he begins to discover, with a little help from his friends, how the world and universe works, that we must “flow” our way through life versus “fight” our way. He learns that clues to the answers of those age-old questions of “Why am I here?” and “What am I supposed to do?” already exist in everyone’s day-to-day lives, within their field of vision. We just have to learn what to look for, how to “see” them.
As I mentioned, the book is fiction. But the message, and method of interacting with life, are not. I’ve had amazing, wondrous events happen, not because I’m lucky, but because I’ve started looking for, and expecting, the amazing and the wondrous. I’ve started using my instinct and heart to lead versus my brain. I’m not bashing the brain; it’s outstanding at executing the plans we’ve set for ourselves. But the brain should never decide and drive what we must execute toward. That’s for our hearts to decide.
One of the wondrous things happened a year ago. I discovered The Sanctuary of Greensboro, a creativity center—or creativity incubator as I like to think of it—that embraces artists of all levels, giving them a nurturing, non-judgemental environment. The more established artists teach classes there and new classes are constantly added. I started teaching writing classes there last spring and will resume in the fall. So, guess where I’m writing my novel this summer? You guessed it. I believe I may be the first ever Writer-in-Residence at The Sanctuary.
I’ve included photos of The Sanctuary including the striped chair where I spend over six hours a day writing my book. I’ve also been asked to take on the board presidency for The Sanctuary in the fall, which I’ve accepted. I’m now working with the executive director to revamp the website, so expect a link soon.
If you live in or near Greensboro, North Carolina, I invite you to drop in and say hello. The address is:
1150 Revolution Mills Drive, Studio 7
You can also join us for our weekly Creativity Circle, an open group that meets every Friday morning from 10:30 to 11:30, although coffee brews at 10 and most arrive early to socialize. I’m infused with tremendous energy after this creativity circle. We speak of sparks that ignite our creativity, as well as the wet blankets that can dampen it, if we allow them. I believe everyone is inherently creative, but it’s often beat out of us, by society at first, then ourselves as we shoulder the deep-rooted voices of others that we mistake for our own. But how much creativity we ultimately manifest, depends on how much permission we give ourselves to do so, regardless of what anyone else thinks. This creativity group is one big permission slip.
So, I look forward to seeing you at The Sanctuary, even if it’s just the next time you are passing through the area. Just don’t expect me to dress up for you. I’ve spent too much time over the last 12 years in suits and ties. My writing attire is cargo shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops. And I’ve never been happier.
Thanks, Anita, and Jealous. I appreciate the thoughts.
You hit the nail on the head….We often do what is expected and the burden of everyday life wears us down to the point we start asking the very questions you mention. Principle based decisions drive my life but sometimes it is the principles that I question.
Keep looking upward!
Great post! Looking forward to reading your book. I’m so happy you’re doing what you enjoy. Imagine what the world would be like if everyone were to do work they enjoy — instead of working at jobs that suck the life out of them. Keep up the writing! Take care, A.
Hi all. Just got back from vacation. Was in Oshkosh, WI for the aviation show during part of that time. For you aviation buffs, here are some photos I took:
https://blueskybyway.smugmug.com/gallery/9178947_huM3V (the site is down for maintenance as of this post but should be up soon)
Thanks for all the comments and encouragement. It’s a very exciting time and I’m glad you are all here to share it with me.
Chris I always enjoy reading your blog. I am so happy that you decided to follow your heart, and your dreams. I look forward to reading your book when it is finished. Life is too short, I am glad you are living your dream fearlessly.
Naomi
I must say that your post and your writing technique is superb. You are not afraid to express what you think and feel. I am also looking forward to your book. You said the main topic of it is “Why am I here?” and “What am I supposed to do? Well, I think everyone will relate to that. I hope you will elaborate more to your next posts. Congratulation in advance.
Congratulations Christopher! It’s been cool "watching" you make your transition through reading your blogs and understanding now how the pieces all fit together. What a great, win-win relationship you have there with The Sanctuary. It looks like a fantastic space and I wish y’all the best of success.
If shorts, t-shirt and flip flops are normal attire, I don’t think I’ll be visiting you on a Friday. (-:
Chris, The word that popped into my head when I read your post was alignment. It seems that the universe has responded favorably to your pursuit of your dream. Here’s to cargo shorts and flip flops … 🙂 Emily PS I hope to visit your creativity group when school starts back.
onward and upward (pun intended)
get plug for The Sanctuary. i miss the energy of that place. maybe i’ll drop by one Friday morning…
Melody, I think that I have been searching for my crayons and I just recently have taken mine back.
I miss everyone in the Friday Creativity Group and will finally be back the first week of August.
This Thursday-Sunday, I will be at the North Carolina Writers Conference where I hope to be energized. I will finally stay home for awhile after this weekend.
All the best,
janice
Chris…this is great news! I’m excited for you and wish you all the best with finding an agent and publisher. You have definitely made the leap!
Now that I’ve finally visited The Sanctuary this week, it makes perfect sense that you’re so elated with your writing. Within an hour of being there, I felt more actively connected to my own creativity than I have in a long time. The place itself breathes with creative energy.
Having just read Hugh MacLeod’s Ignore Everybody: And 39 Other Keys to Creativity, his words came to mind after reading your post. From Chapter 7: "Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the "creative bug" is just a wee voice telling you, "I’d like my crayons back, please."
Congrats on taking your crayons back. Your book’s audience happily awaits!
Beautifully written and inspirational. Thank you for sharing this with all of us!
Who would have known that getting older brought such delights and the ability to see so much more that even bifocals can’t help bring into vision. Thanks to Chris’s writing on "signs", I am now sitting on the beach in my chair with a diet coke, umbrella and owning my own little place, waiting to read Chris’s book!
Chris… Splendid post. I can sense your bubbling over with enthusiasm. Ain’t it great to be in the zone? I want a front row seat at your first reading/signing. Keep on soaring, even when you walk through a storm. (Oops, guess I stole that one.)
Tom
What a great post, Chris! Keep doing what you’re doing. I’m sure it’s going to turn out great! 🙂
Beautifully written post. I look forward to hearing more about the book when you are at my Oshkosh booth — In person!
Dude, you’re a male me; except you’re much handier with the delicate metaphor, where I tend to be blunt (if not crude). Which sort-of makes you a more female me. Whatever. I like what you’re saying and how you’re saying it.
Chris…how great! Go for…or…continue going for it. Creating…that’s what life’s about, isn’t it? Congrats!