“For a long time it had
seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always
some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished
business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At
last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.” – Alfred Souza
Mr Brilliant sent
me an email a few days ago:
“In just eight years Faulkner publishes the
following six books: Pylon (1935),
Absalom,
Absalom! (1936), The Unvanquished (1936), The Wild Palms (1939),
The
Hamlet (1940), and Go Down Moses (1942). [My note: Well, you almost have
to hate him for that.]
“In just ten years, Hemingway publishes In Our Time (1925), The Torrents of
Spring and The Sun Also Rises
(1926), Men Without Women (1927), A Farewell to Arms (1929), Death in the Afternoon (1932), Winner Take Nothing (1933), and Green Hills of Africa (1935).
“In the 13 years
leading to 1608 Shakespeare wrote the following 22 plays: Midsummer Night's Dream, Romeo and Juliet, Richard
II, Merchant of Venice, Henry IV, The Merry Wives of Windsor, As You Like
It, Much Ado About Nothing, Henry V, Julius Caesar, Twelfth Night, Hamlet, Troilus
& Cressida, Alls Well That Ends Well, Measure for Measure, Othello, King
Lear, Macbeth, Antony and Cleopatra, Coriolanus, and Timon of Athens.
“Einstein has far-and-away his
most outstanding and productive period from 1905-1915, all sandwiched by the
special and general relativity theories. Darwin publishes five books from
1859-1868: Origin of Species, Orchids,
Movements & Habits Climbing Plants,
Descent of Man, Variation of Animals and Plants…, plus four other editions of the Origin of Species. Mozart produced almost half of
all of his music in the last ten years of his life (Kochel numbers 315-598),
283 compositions in 3650 days.”
Mr Brilliant was intrigued, he said, by the
compactness of their creativity, those short, significant bursts of powerful writing and
thinking, those consecutive years of a bright burning spark flaming up, then sometimes out, but we won't focus on that part of the story. The
examples abound: JMW Turner, Willa Cather, Herman von Helmholtz (Mr Brilliant’s
all-time greatest hero), Duke Ellington, Charlie Parker, Carl Friedrich Gauss,
Charles Dickens—all of them not just prolific but iconically so, their work and sounds shaped and changed the world.
Call me crazy, but I'm thinking that all this significant output wasn't because
they had finally gotten the 2.4GHz Intel Core 2 Duo MacBook Pro they’d been waiting for and had at last created an office that looked like a Pottery Barn ad. They hadn’t put it off
until things were more convenient or they finally were able to purchase that Aeron
chair they had always dreamed of or invested in that Bedford
Smart Collection that will “allow me
to enhance my home with the modern
ease of technology without sacrificing the tradition of comfort and style.”
No, their work was driven from some less
convenient place inside them, not necessarily by external comfort, convenience,
acceptance, number of blog readers, awards, or sales, but something else.
Have I come into my profoundly productive
period yet? Have you? Will we know when we’re in it, or will others look back
and see it only in retrospect, as we have with Faulkner and Einstein? Or will
they not find it at all because we are waiting until we get that new laptop,
until we get our filing system set up, or get the kids all grown up, until we get everything else on our to-do list
done, or until we acknowledge what makes us burn from the inside out?
These writers and artists and scientists
felt a compelling drive from deep inside to say something. What is it that
you and I need to say? And in what form? I wonder, if we started today, what might we be able to
write or create or make or achieve in the next…oh, I don’t know…the next 37 days or the next ten years?







ACK! Sometimes I think you are speaking directly to me at exactly the right time. I was just sitting here trying to find the perfect pen to write in my journal.
Posted by: Julie | 31 August 2007 at 07:10
we never know when we post, who's coming along to read. thank you for this post...the right words at the right time.
Posted by: Megan | 31 August 2007 at 09:37
You have been tagged for The Personal Development List. (See my site for details), I would love for you to participate.
Posted by: Priscilla Palmer | 31 August 2007 at 14:21
Priscilla - how wonderful! I wonder what participation looks like (forgive me if I overlooked that info on your site and forgive my not knowing exactly how these things work)? Do I nominate others?
Julie - this really made me laugh because I have a pen disorder - some might call it a fetish - and I cannot write with a pen that is not "right" (which usually means a fountain pen), and one that doesn't move across the page in a certain way (usually a Moleskine journal). So I understand your pain...! ;-)
Megan - I love those serendipities when they happen - thanks for letting me know!
Posted by: patti digh | 31 August 2007 at 22:32
Thanks Patti for this post. It inspired me.
Posted by: Joh | 01 September 2007 at 01:45
On the heels of grabbing the mail out of our mail slot and wondering why Pottery Barn was sending J a big fat envelope welcoming him to his (not-new) neighborhood, this line..."I'm thinking that all this significant output wasn't because they had finally gotten the 2.4GHz Intel Core 2 Duo MacBook Pro they’d been waiting for and had at last created an office that looked like a Pottery Barn ad."...made me laugh out loud. :) In the car a couple of nights ago, J was talking about how he feels his creativity has gotten lazy...and I was telling him how gratifying it's been to sit down every morning for a month and write a poem...that I had no attachment to whether or not they were any good...I just loved the 'just do it'-ness of it. The most gratifying things I've experienced lately have been when I've not thought ahead, but felt seized by a flash of passion and just DID something. We can often get so lost in the hunt for perfect trappings, that we end up feeling trapped.
Posted by: Marilyn | 01 September 2007 at 22:18