After years of tireless search for this book by Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird appeared as a gift from fate during a routine visit to one of the bookstores I frequent the most. It has been reissued this year by Plankton Press, a publisher to which I am extremely grateful, in addition, for the care and meticulousness with which it has treated this work.
And, well, Bird by Bird has become one of my essentials on the art of writing. It is an inspiring, practical, honest, and deliciously entertaining book. The continuous neurotic outbursts of the author and her writer friends were as hilarious as they were revealing.
Among the many topics it addresses, Lamott deals with one of the ones that most torments writers: the quality of the first drafts. She reminds us that these first attempts to put a story into words are often a mess, but a mess that is essential in the writing process. She teaches us to embrace mistakes and imperfections as an inherent part of our creative journey and, ultimately, of our own lives. And, of course, she recommends writing every day, without exception.
A true treasure for writers and those who aspire to be.
Try to think of your mind as a naughty puppy that you are training to pee on a newspaper. You don't pick up and throw the puppy into the neighbor's yard with a flying kick every time it pees on the floor: you take it back to the newspaper again and again and that's it. So, I keep trying to get my mind to gradually return to what can really be seen; perhaps to see and observe itself with a kind of reverence. Because if I don't learn to do that, I think I'll keep making mistakes.
I truly believe that to write, one has to learn to be reverent. If not, why do you write? Why are you here?
Let's think of reverence as wonder, as presence and openness to the world. The alternative is that we atrophy, that we fade away. Think of those moments when you have read some example of prose or poetry presented in such a way that you experience a fleeting sense of wonder at the beauty or perspicacity when glimpsing the soul of another person for a moment. Suddenly, everything seems to fit, or at least make sense, for an instant. That is our goal when writing, I believe: to help others experience that sense of -I hope I will be forgiven- wonder, of seeing things with new eyes, things that can take us by surprise, that burst into our small and limited worlds. When that happens, everything seems more spacious.