By Rosanne Bane
At 8:00 last night, I stood in the bakery department at Cub, debating a piece of marble cake. What does that have to do with writing or writing resistance? Bear with me and you’ll see that how I got there and I got myself out of there is a great metaphor for resolving writing resistance.
I ended up in the Cub bakery last night because Claudia is out of town. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s true: Claudia’s presence has a big influence on what I eat. My presence has an influence on what she eats, too. It has to do with mirror neurons, but that’s another post for another day.
I wouldn’t even seriously consider buying a piece of cake at Cub when Claudia’s around. Not that she’d forbid it or anything silly like that. She’d just raise her eyebrows and say something like “Really? You’re going to use points (Weight Watchers® method of tracking food) for that?! It’s not even good cake.”
Claudia is one of those “supervisors” I mentioned in last week’s post, Resistant or Under-Assisted. Claudia’s absence created an “accountability vacuum” and that vacuum sucked me into Cub’s bakery. The writing connection is fairly obvious: human beings are social creatures and we need other people to be our witnesses as we hold ourselves accountable to our commitments and goals. Not only do you need a writing supervisor, you need to have contingency plans for when one of your major supervisors is temporarily absent.
How did I get myself to step away from the cake? Especially when the Saboteur was crooning “Go ahead. It’s not dangerous, it’s just a small piece of cake.” (This is an example of how the Saboteur always lies: it was at least a 4 x 4 inch square of cake, which is at least 14 points, half my daily allowance.) “You won’t eat it all tonight. You know you want it. Get the one with the most frosting.”
It was touch and go. At one point, I had the cake – the one with the most frosting – in the cart and was headed for the checkout.
How I escaped in my next post, “Invite the Whole Choir to Sing.”