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In Identity, Nurture, Parenting, Personal Growth, Relationships, Speaking, Writing

A Dormant Season

Author Julianne HarveyPosted on

In my workshops at teachers’ conferences, libraries and for writers, I often speak about building in a dormant season for creativity and rest. A period of time where we are intentional about doing nothing, so we can replenish our spent energies and allow our creative impulses to regenerate.

This sounds wonderful in theory, but I realised recently how difficult I find a dormant season in practice. When I’m writing a new manuscript, I try to maintain a steady rhythm, where I work for a little bit each day so I don’t get too far away from the characters and the story. But sometimes dormancy is forced upon us, due to vacations or the needs of others or health concerns or simply life being life, and interrupting us from our best-laid plans.

This happened to me in August. And I struggled against it. I find it frustrating that even when I’m teaching about certain skills and strategies, like taking a dormant season, I can still be ridiculously slow to recognise it in my own existence. We had a couple of trips planned, and then an unplanned trip to the island late in the month to help our kids move into their first basement suite off campus for the upcoming university year, and by early September I recognised how far away I felt from the novel I was writing.

I wish I could say that I was calm about this. But I wasn’t. I got pissed off, at myself for not progressing on my book when I had planned to write all summer, and then irritated by my family members who kept me from writing. I didn’t enjoy how this resentment made me feel, but I stewed in it for more than a week before suddenly remembering what I tell others: for a dormant season to be effective, we have to surrender to it. To enjoy our lives without feeling guilty that we aren’t working on a creative project.

I had completely missed this part of the process. So I reached for my journal, and reflected on this season of dormancy I’d been in, and why I felt myself longing to get back into the writing of my murder mystery novel. I remembered my Ruby Finch Books tagline: Intuitive Courage. Somewhere along the line, I had once again lost myself and my sense of identity and purpose. I’d been at the mercy of circumstances and other people and life itself without recognising or claiming my own agency.

It felt so good to realise that I can always choose my response. I could be angry about not writing, or I could acknowledge that I had been in a period of creative dormancy, which meant that a new burst of creative energy could bloom in me if I allowed it to. In the four seasons of nature, winter is the dormant season. It’s followed by spring, the explosion of growth and vitality, but we only get the beauty of spring because the trees have been dormant in the winter.

I truly believe that the same seasons are necessary in our own lives. And sure enough, once I stopped having a temper tantrum about my writing rhythms and progress being disrupted for a month, I began to feel the slow, gathering momentum of fresh insight for my book. I would lay in bed at night, ready to drop off to sleep, and my intuition would connect one storyline with another in a way I hadn’t considered before. I would realise something in one of my character’s backstories that informed their current choices and motivations.

Writers live for those moments of insight. I suppose I’ll never know if I would’ve had them anyway, if I’d been writing during August and into early September, but they came to me so insistently and yet gently when I wasn’t writing, so I have to hope the brief dormant season made a difference. Now I’m back into the story, writing nearly every day, and the work has a fresh energy behind it.

I’m working with a new counsellor this month, and one of our goals is to help me identify these patterns in my life faster. I don’t like to feel lost and annoyed for weeks on end when I could simply choose a better response. Believing that a dormant season will help my creativity flourish is a healthier choice to make than stewing in frustration about being unproductive.

What are some ways you’ve seen a dormant season lead to fresh insights and replenished energy in your life?

In Identity, Movies/TV, Nurture, Parenting, Personal Growth, Relationships, University, Writing

Novelty

Author Julianne HarveyPosted on

A few years ago, at the beginning of this never-ending pandemic, my counsellor encouraged me to pursue novelty. To look for the whimsical, the different, the charming, the fun to add a dash of inspiration and renewal into my days and weeks. It was fantastic advice.

This spring, when Jason and the kids began planning the annual summer driving trip from the lower mainland to our timeshare in Canmore for Jason to attend the Calgary Stampede for a week of work events, I decided not to go with them. I’ve gone every year, since the kids were born, either driving from Alberta to BC for the cabin with Jason’s extended family or back to the Alberta Rocky mountains when we moved to White Rock in 2016.

I used to love road trips, and may again in the future, but last summer I realized I was tired of the long drive. Routine and tradition certainly have their place, and are important to me, but I’m learning to listen to that quiet voice of intuition when it speaks. While we were on the ten-hour journey home from Canmore last summer, I said, “I think I need a break from this trip. I’ve been doing it every year, sometimes twice in a year, for nearly twenty years.”

The kids were aghast. Why would Mom stay home alone instead of going on the family road trip? But Ava is nineteen now, and driving on her own, so it seemed like a good time to mix things up. Plus, our nearly twelve-year-old cat Flower was diagnosed with feline diabetes earlier this year, so going away for an extended period is not as simple as it used to be with his twice-daily insulin shots spaced twelve hours apart. And I’m finishing up my thesis, so it seemed to make sense all around for me to stay home.

As an introvert, the forced closeness of the pandemic has been challenging for me. Jason has been working from home for more than two years now, and the kids have been home a lot more, too. I know this is a familiar tale for everyone, but when you are used to being at home on your own during the day, five days a week, and then you are almost never alone, it takes a toll on your mental health.

I didn’t know quite how badly I needed some quiet and space until my beloved family left. I sank into the silence, and felt it soothe my soul. Every day for a full eight days, I’ve only had myself and the two cats to consider. What do I want to eat, and when? What movies and TV should I watch? What type of novelty should I build into this day? When should I read my novel, for hours at a time, and when should I get my two thousand words written for today?

All of these decisions were mine, and mine alone. It was glorious. Healing. Rejuvenating. Knowing that Ava and William were fine in Canmore, having their own adventures and making their own memories, and Jason was busy with his work friends in Calgary, meant that I could truly focus my attention and energy just on myself. I took a week’s break from being a mom and a wife. I was only responsible for myself, and I felt like a plant getting water and sun for the first time in a while.

I do love my family. I will be glad to see them when they get home tomorrow. But I’ve also, equally, adored this time apart from them. To regroup. To prioritize myself, and my own needs as a person in my own right. I’m on the cusp of finishing the first draft of my thesis manuscript, which is a big accomplishment. I was worried about it, when I started my MFA last September, and now I’m about to type the words The End. There will still be lots of editing work to do, going back and forth with my fabulous supervisor and committee, but the daunting task of staring down a blank document is behind me. I’ve proved something to myself, and that’s worth a lot.

What type of novelty can you build into your life? How can you mix up your usual routines to provide a new spark of joy and excitement? Are there a few specific things you can do to prioritize yourself, especially when you usually give a lot to others?

In Minimalism, Nurture, Parenting, Personal Growth, Relationships, Writing

Moving Things Forward

Author Julianne HarveyPosted on
Moving Things Forward

Do you ever get overwhelmed at the enormity of tasks in front of you? Try this strategy: Moving Things Forward (or MTF for short if you enjoy acronyms, which I do).

Every day, try to think in terms of moving a project forward. Do one or two things that will help you inch closer to your goal. Over a month and then a year, these little steps add up to large progress.

In my case, when I go a day without writing, I usually go to bed feeling ticked off that I didn’t get any words down. Even when I do sit down to write for an hour or two, often I feel irritated (at best, morose at worst) that I didn’t accomplish more.

But when I sit down at the end of my day and look at all of the areas where I did move things forward, even in small ways, it can add up to much more than I realize. I’ve been using my journal for this purpose, in a type of success tally, and it’s really increased my ability to feel as if I’m accomplishing something on a daily basis.

How about you? What are all the ways you are Moving Things Forward in your life? Break it down into specific categories (family, career, friends, hobbies, leisure, vacation, etc.). Booked a babysitter? A haircut for next week? Sent a friend a text to say you are thinking about her? Browsed vacation possibilities for this summer? Researched something that will help you in your work? Watched an episode of Mindhunter or Stranger Things? (Awesome, you are moving toward finishing these excellent series).

Every one of these are examples of moving things forward. I’m working on thinking smaller with my day-to-day existence. The small things, done well, do eventually add up to become the big things. This also gives me significant breathing room to enjoy my life as its unfolding. Progress, each day, in specific areas will eventually get you where you most want to go.

I’d love to hear a story of how Moving Things Forward is working for you!

In Nurture, Parenting, Writing

Finishing Strong

Author Julianne HarveyPosted on

At the end of June, most moms (and some dads) are limping over the finish line, just trying to survive the chaos that comes with the end of each school year and the transition into summer.

When my kids are tired, I tell them, “Try to finish strong.” I use this phrase myself to get through one more wind-up, field trip, teacher gift, bag of junk precious memories that comes home from school.

Usually, the end of June also means rushing to hit a series of writing deadlines so I can go into the summer with no articles due or strenuous daily word counts to hit when I’d rather be taking my kids to the pool or the beach.

There were a few deadlines I did not make and this work will carry into the summer. But yesterday I did type “The End” (the most blessed two words ever for a writer) on the first draft of my current manuscript, one I’ve been working on for the last eighteen months. I can tell you that it felt amazing to be finished, especially because we are going on vacation next week and I can put this story away to let it breathe before edits and get busy dreaming about the next book.

Any large project follows a series of steps. There’s the initial excitement, then the long, dreary middle, followed by the boredom with it when you just want to be done, and finally the actual end when you are sick of the whole thing. Finishing strong is an important concept for everything in our lives. If we don’t quit, we eventually see the fruit of our long labour. Yesterday I felt that satisfying rush that comes with not giving up.

Now I’m turning my energy and enthusiasm toward the summer. Today I soak up the beautiful silence of my house as I will be sacrificing this particular pleasure beginning on Friday. But I will also be gaining lazier mornings, coffee on the deck in the sunshine, impromptu visits outside with friends, later bedtimes and a sense of relaxed leisure. A chance to make new and lasting memories by slowing down and noticing more.

Happy summer, friends. Finish strong (or as close to it as you can manage). Then jump into summer with a light heart and a peaceful smile. I hope I run into you while I’m outside with my book or splashing in the water. We don’t get these precious days back. Enjoy them while they are here.