Naked On The Table: The Agony and The Ecstasy of Writing

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It happens. And it can cripple you either way.

When you find yourself in that rare and paralyzing and exquisite place where it’s scary to write and it’s scary to not write – maybe think about this.

We sit around and we mull over and we wallow in the waiting . . . to see if our creation will ever finally look us dead in the eye. To see if we’ll be okay, if we’ll ever become ready, if we’ll ever find the strength, the reasons, the angle, the answers, the perfect what-have-you.

To write.
To publish.
To show.
To invite.
To expose ourselves.
To lay naked on the table and not budge.

To trust that something that wants this badly to rage out of us must have to get out for a reason (even if we don’t yet know the reason – even if we never quite know it).

So we dare.

And the blood rushes loud and hot in our ears and slams in our throats. We feel the fluid release of doing our thing, our way – the ferocious, pleasurable anguish of creating.

Followed, always, by the delicious, horrible, triumphant finish.

 

 

And then we hold on when we should let go . . . which is exactly what scared us in the first place. We confuse the creation with the reaction to it.

But nothing could ever reflect back to us just precisely what the glory felt like while we were creating.

No praise could ever quite mirror our ecstasy and no criticism our agony as we soared and battled within ourselves to bring our thing about.

Know this, be ok with this. Accept that the process is a different animal than what happens after it’s over. The creation journey is sacred all on its own.

So just write.

Just start the writing.

The fear will exist either way. Better to write – make mad love and fight to the bloody teeth with it – than just sit across the table staring at each other.

No?

 

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37 thoughts on “Naked On The Table: The Agony and The Ecstasy of Writing

  1. Erika

    “No praise could ever quite mirror our ecstasy and no criticism our agony as we soared and battled within ourselves to bring our thing about.” This is exactly it!!! This is the rush we feel when we are ourselves and do what comes out of this Self. It is impossible to describe with words how much of fulfillment it is to grant ourselves the freedom to be who we are and to give who we are – without a sense of doubt that it might be wrong. Because only what comes from who we are has our personality, our being, in it. And therefore that’s what actually is our purpose: giving what we have to give in order to fill the place we are given. I love your post!

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Beautiful, amazing, inspiring Erika,

      Your comments are ELECTRIC and I love them! Thank you so much for your spirit and your passion – it is such a joy, my friend. I can totally feel your creative energy – go, baby, go! ;)

      I love this: “And therefore that’s what actually is our purpose: giving what we have to give in order to fill the place we are given.” Just perfect, perfect. 1000x’s YES.

      Stay ferocious, love. You are such a brilliant light. XO

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  2. Florence

    “The fear will exist either way. Better to write – make mad love and fight to the bloody teeth with it – than just sit across the table staring at each other.” YES
    This post shines a light…thank you.
    – Florence x

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Ooohhh . . . sounds like you are about to create something wild and beautiful, my talented friend. Enjoy every gorgeous second of it – just as the universe intended. ;)

      So much light your way – thank you for your spirit, Tiffany.

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  3. Rajagopal

    Naked on the table, with labour pain of creation and the triumphant feel, post successful delivery; Allison, you have neatly stated the agony and ecstasy of the creative process; it is the same in all creative effort for everyone, everywhere. I cannot agree with you more, and your post is a guiding light for aspiring writers…xx.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      My beautiful friend, gentle soul,

      Thank you for your precious words. They mean so very much to me. I do believe this is the process for all creatives, absolutely. I had this huge, massive love crush on writers today and wanted them to feel understood . . . ;) It’s not easy to expose what could truly make a difference but my goodness it is worth it.

      We are all artists, aren’t we, beloved.

      Sending you so much love and light, Raj. Thank you always, always for your spirit. XX

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  4. Brad

    Beautiful and poignant Allison! The inner battles we wage to write! The inner desires, fears, criticisms and more. To creating and sharing the journey my friend. Thanks, Brad

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Thank you so much, Brad – I know you feel me, my talented friend. There’s so much more to writing than just the words on paper, right. ;)

      Thank you for your warrior spirit, love. Stay fierce.

      Hugs and light,

      Allison

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  5. Ben Naga

    “Naked on the table” sent me drifting down that corridor which echoes with the whispers of those who adopted, for Miriam reasons, one nom de plume or other. (Not Mice Elf exluded.) I am more than happy to lay naked on the table, but not before just anyone. :D (And are there any cushions?)

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Hello, hello there,

      I am very intrigued by your comment especially this: “but not before just anyone.” It made me think about the choices we make as artists about how much to reveal, how much to keep closed off, and with whom we share each of these extremely personal choices. I very much appreciate your perspective, my friend, thank you for sharing it.

      And since we are making choices about our art – yes, cushions, indeed, I say! Something decadent, yeah? ;)

      Blessings and light your way, always.

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      1. Ben Naga

        It might have helped if I’d typed “myriad” rather than the unintended Miriam. :oops: I have sampled laying naked on tables , and it’s much more comfortable with cushions. :)

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    2. museworthy man

      Thank you Ben for saying what I was thinking; In life it’s more comfortable to be naked before an appreciative audience (reminds me, must report to my social worker tomorrow) so pen names and anonymity I choose to shield me from (and protect) my immediates…for whom writing isn’t their bag. I think I’d like Miriam and her reasoning, so let her be. Oh and Allison – your bravery humbles me.

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      1. Allison Marie Post author

        Thank you for taking the time and care to leave such a thoughtful comment, my friend. So very kindly appreciated. ;)

        Wishing you much peace, always.

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  6. lyle nicholson

    Strange how when I woke up this morning, feeling low about my writing ability, yet wanting to write, because really…what else is there to do? I find your words in my email.

    The great muse that moves us, molds us and sometimes taunts us, is always there sometimes just hiding in the words and encouragement of other authors.

    I’ll now hit the shower, and back to the keyboard.

    Thank you for writing your post.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      I am so grateful to you, Lyle, for taking the time and care to leave such a beautiful comment. I absolutely love it when words come through and meet a fellow artist right where he is, in just the right moment. This kind of energetic connection just thrills me to bits.

      The Muse, the Monster . . . they do so move and mold and taunt, don’t they. Perfectly well said, my friend.

      Sending much inspiration and light your way as you struggle and soar.

      Thank you, too, for being here. ;)

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  7. Lydia

    Yes! Writing is like birthing a baby — exquisite agony, that once done, produces beauty beyond the imagination. Blessings and love to you dear friend, Lydia

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      You know what is so fierce? I wasn’t even thinking of the ‘birthing a baby’ scene when I wrote this but it fits PERFECTLY. You are amazing, my sweet and beautiful friend. The energy and insight you bring and all the love. I am so grateful, Lydia. ;)

      Blessings, light and monster-sized hugs your way, always,

      Allison

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  8. Liesl Garner | Love.Sparks.Art

    “The fear will exist either way. Better to write – make mad love and fight to the bloody teeth with it – than just sit across the table staring at each other.

    No?”

    Dang – this is so good!

    So think about this. All we have is 26 measly little letters. That is all we’ve got as artists who create with words. And yet there are endless combinations. Sometimes poets will use the most simple words and break our hearts with their insight. Simple, complex, the whole entire range of emotion, all of the human experience, the agony, the ecstasy – in just 26 letters. We are sculptors, we paint emotion into words. The words have been used before, for sure. Our own combinations? That’s what gets the blood pumping.

    You are such a delicious read. Every single time!
    Love and Large Dreams to you!
    Liesl

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      My incredible, electric friend,

      How gorgeous that you are here, Liesl! Thank you so much for taking the time and care to leave such an awesome comment – it means the world to me. And to know this piece resonates with you is the best of the BEST.

      It’s amazing – I literally never thought about 26 little letters. Simple and mind-blowing indeed. And I adore how you describe us as sculptors and painters – aren’t we, though? Creation, I suppose, in any form is a way of understanding and engaging with the world. It’s like a language that cuts across languages. For us, it’s these teeny little letters. Love. It. ;)

      Thank you, thank you so for bringing your warmth and spark and light into this space. It is infinitely more joyous for your presence, dear one.

      Big Love and Large Dreams to you as well (love that!),

      And peace, always peace,

      Allison

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