When
my son was a toddler he was happy to sit at the coffee table for hours,
contentedly drawing pictures. He had a colorful imagination. One rainy
afternoon he was drawing vertical lines in felt pen on the stack of copy paper
I gave him. Several slam-dunked, paper wads later he carefully arranged his creations
in a nice display on the table. His uncle showed up and took great uncle-like
interest in Jeffrey’s project. Studying the handiwork—much to the delight of
his nephew—he said something like, “Jeffrey, what did you draw? Is it the
rain?” Jeffrey shook his head. “No, silly. Can’t you see? These are lines on
paper.” Oh, how I loved that simple statement. It said it all. No need to
attribute more meaning.
I’m
always looking for deeper meaning in things that were meant to be simple. I
over-analyze. Pick apart words. Yes, they wrote this or that. But what did they
really mean? They said this, but did
that. What is the significance? Remember
answering machines, and the anticipation of a blinking red light? I do. And I
remember how certain messages could cause me to spin out—an unexpected call
from a doctor, or when I was dating, a low voice confirming or canceling a
date. Stop. Rewind. Play. Again and again, looking for a nuance in the voice to
reveal what was really behind the words—trying to manipulate the rewind button
so the message said exactly what I wanted to hear. Your pregnancy test is
positive. Your cancer antigen test is negative. The dinner date? Of course it
is still on. I often go into auto-denial before I can absorb what is clearly
stated. Before I can take things on faith. Before I accept the words said, results
mailed, messages left, texts written, lines drawn, are exactly as the person
intended.
Manipulation
in my own writing can be cause for pause as well. It used to be my cursive
writing took time to flow across the parchment page. One misspelled word and it
was a start over project. Plus, trying to make my not-so-pretty handwriting
legible forced me to slow down, ruminate, and figure out what I wanted to write.
Now, with words flying across the screen faster than I can believe, it makes
sense to choose words wisely and allow them to marinate a bit before pressing
the “send” button, but this is a balancing act between overworked and words
that flow. As a writer, I want my words to be descriptive, elegant and tied
together in beautiful phrases. When I strive for this perfection the opposite
happens, the words smack of a writer who’s pen has pressed too hard, leaving an
overworked mess on the page—as I fear just happened in the preceding paragraph!
For
me, the secret is to not thinketh too much, but not sendeth too fast. The best
stuff is the stuff that isn’t over-processed, over-marinated, scripted, or
formulaic. When perfect simplicity finds
its way to the page.
The
simplicity of lines on paper.
Write on, the simple lines are peaceful and necessary in life.
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