Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The End Will Present Itself (Just Let the Art Happen)

About a month ago, I pulled out my huge collection of beads and got drawn into the meditative process of jewelry-making. The foray was inspired by some unexpected sales. Thanks to a volunteer spokesmodel who travels in the right circles, two of my long necklaces got sold.

Correct that. One got sold; another got commissioned. So, in order to meet the commission request, I had to pull out the beads.

Once that happened, I was hooked again. Within two weeks, I’d made about six new long necklaces.

This line of long necklaces is one I started in the summer of ’07, and they are bold in design. Semi-precious stones are the focal point, and they come in large slabs, chunks, and nuggets.

Some are polished. Some are raw. Some are faceted.

I generally throw in a metal as well, and I accent all these primary components with small crystals and an assortment of vintage glass beads.

Although it had been more than a year since I had composed one of these sassy, self-assured four-foot numbers, I quickly returned to the relaxing routine, and as I was into the third or fourth necklace, I had a fascinating revelation: the process I intuitively follow when making a long necklace is exactly the same as the process I have followed when writing a novel.

...When I begin making a long necklace, I have no vision of the ultimate design. I have only a palette of beads, sitting in one of two small plates within reach.

With one half of the toggle clasp crimped onto the end of an adequately long piece of beading wire, I begin stringing the beads.

I don’t give it a lot of thought; I just relax and let the art happen.

At every one- to three-inch interval, I study what I have composed, and if there is something not quite right in the order of a few beads, I know it immediately. I remove the bead sequence that seems misdirected, and I restring, thus fixing the problem.

...When I wrote my first novel, The Somebody Who, I had one idea: a woman whose husband has Alzheimer’s would begin dating. I didn’t know how that dating would happen or what would result from it, but I liked the concept.

Before I got fully into the writing, I selected my characters. The biggest “bead” was Evelyn, and her family -- a husband, four children, and two of their spouses -- were primary among the other nuggets, slabs, and chunks.

(Some polished. Some raw. Some faceted.)

A few individuals outside the family also were in the mix, and with the palette thus established, I’d write a chapter or two, letting the dialogue and therefore the plotline go where it might.

The day after each night’s writing session, I’d review what I had written the previous evening, and where “beads” needed to be removed or rearranged, I made the edits.

...In my long necklaces, this intuitive approach continues for the first twenty-four inches or so. As many as twenty times, I hold up my work-in-progress and look at the latest “chapter.” When necessary, I readjust the order of things.

Once I’ve passed the halfway mark, however, the process changes. At that point, I deliberately hold up the necklace and study it. I bring the exposed wire up to the crimped toggle. I consider the necklace’s eventual end with its now-established beginning.

Which is to say, on the right is a beaded half-a-necklace; on the left is a naked string.

This is when I begin planning. This is when I consciously decide what beads I want to use next. I choose the order of placements as I work my way up to the final bead.

...By about the halfway point of The Somebody Who, all the characters had emerged fully, and because they had, they also needed to go in particular directions. I would find myself in the middle of writing one chapter when the idea for a subsequent chapter would pop into my head. I’d quickly jot it down and return to the page at hand. The further I got into the second half, the more ideas I had for the final chapters.

Similarly, with my second (not yet published) novel, Martin Lost and Found, weird things happened once I made that homestretch turn.

I had begun that novel with only the germ of an idea. On a sheet of paper, I wrote: “Regaining hope. The shit hits the fan. See what happens.”

Martin – my distinctly primary bead (raw, but also faceted) – had a face and a voice at the novel's start. I also gave him a context when I placed him in an apartment building in my neighborhood.

Slowly, the other characters (co-workers and neighbors) emerged, and as they spoke and interacted with him, their value to the story became apparent.

After what would become the halfway mark, I was once again jotting down ideas for future chapters.

At one point, I made a note that the novel’s final scene should take place at a certain restaurant.

And when I reached the end, and one of the smaller primary beads (polished, despite his youth) insisted that I look up the meaning of that restaurant’s name, that name turned out to be perfect.

In meaning, the restaurant's name was pretty much the same as “regaining hope.”

...I love the ride.

I love the ride when I just let the art happen.


16 comments:

Marlena Cassidy said...

It's beautiful once things come together without forcing it. And I love the analogy of the beaded necklace. It's a perfect way to describe the writing process from conception to finish.

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Great analogy. My writing method is similar to yours; now I'll think of those delightful beads as I'm moving along. Stephen King would be pleased, too. He believes writing a detailed plot spoils surprises. If he knows exactly everything that will happen or how the book will end, then he figures his readers will have it figured out as well. Who are we to argue with Stephen King?

Sioux said...

I agree with Lisa. It's certainly exciting to experience the story as it unfolds.

And the analogy is fabulous. Have you submitted something like this to a writing magazine?

Deana said...

I love the ride too! You just described the writing process so nicely through your bead making...love it!

I usually have an idea about the end, but it is at the middle that evaluate everything, kind of come up for air. I love the middle, but as you saw in my post, the middle scares me too. It is like swimming out into the middle of the ocean and hoping you can make it the island on the far side:) I still love it though.

E.R. King said...

I've been learning to love the ride. I wasn't so good at it years ago, but aging has helped. You have a wealthy of wisdom, Katie!

Amy said...

Great post. I am in awe of your creative process. I wish I had the courage to take that ride.

Kristy said...

I love your bead analogy with this. Your process seems similar to mine with the writing, editing, seeing where it takes you, and then making some decisions.

cj Schlottman said...

Katie,

As usual, I love the way your words flow on the page.

Your analogy of beads and words is spot-on. I don't string beads, but I do have a process of unplanned endings, especially in my poems. I start with an idea, then write in a stream-of consciousness way as though the piece were going to be prose. I just let the words lead me. It is only after I have the first draft of the poem that I begin to analyze the "beads" and begin the process of restringing some of them.

This post made me realize what I was doing, and though I don't string real beads, I do string words together and process them or re-process them.

Love this post about self-awareness!

Namaste..........cj

Jules said...

"Just let the art happen," I love that! Sometimes we get to wrapped up in the if and maybe, we forget the process of just letting our craft guide us.

Great post and sorry I'm late.
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

Lydia K said...

I love this analogy. I haven't made jewelry in a while, but I never thought of the similarities to constructing a story.

Linda Medrano said...

I love your talent and your artistry. I am the least artistic person I know.

Donna K. Weaver said...

And what a ride it can be!

Check my blog tomorrow as I have a couple of things for you. =D

deborahjbarker said...

What a great analogy - the beads and the development of a story Katie. Making it such a meditative process is very appealing. Perhaps you could patent it! :-)

Deb Shucka said...

I have such a clear picture of you lost in your beads and stories, creating beauty with both. Lovely post. Are your long necklaces on your Etsy site?

Maggie S. said...

Thanks for this.

Brynne said...

Unforced creativity is such a beautiful thing, isn't it? You really do a great job of sharing what happens when you surrender to that magic within:)