My Piece on Walking & Writing…

Last week, I did a reading at Glad Day Bookshop for Brockton Writers Series(click the link for pics). I read from two of my books, The Camino Club and Pride Must Be A Place.

I thought I would share the blog post I contributed to the Brockton Writers Series blog prior to my appearance. Here it is in its entirety.

Walking My Way into Creativity

One thing you should know about me is that I perform feats of magic simply by walking.

One of the novels I plan to read from at the upcoming Brockton Writers Series at Glad Day Bookshop is The Camino Club. It’s the story of a group of delinquent teens who literally walk across Spain as participants in a youth diversion program. Think The Breakfast Club, only with a much more diverse cast. And instead of spending one Saturday in the school library, my characters spend weeks walking across Spain together.

There’s been a number of studies in recent years looking into the link between walking and creativity. This is something I have always sensed intuitively, but never really thought all that much about. Until, that is, the day I brought my backpack to Spain and walked across the country on the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage route.

When I set out on the Camino in May of 2014, I did so with the intention of brainstorming The Camino Club. I put faith in the concept of the link between walking and creativity. While I walked, I gathered all the ingredients needed for a novel—characters, scenarios, plot, everything. Essentially, I walked the story into existence one footstep at a time.

Michael and I waving our tubed compostela certificates in the air in front of the Cathedral in September, 2019. Victory!

As I walked, my creativity took on a life of its own. It felt as though I was in some kind of hyper-intense creative mode for the entire duration of the trip. In the quiet moments on the path—when I wasn’t meeting and getting to know people from all over the world—I walked and talked my way through the entire novel. I didn’t write much down. I was certain the movie-in-progress that played out in my mind’s eye would remain intact for later. I created a tapestry and I carried it with me until the walk was complete, confident the ideas that formed would come back to me once I sat down in front of my laptop back home in Toronto. I was certain of it.

The walking worked! By the time I was ready to write the novel, I knew exactly what it would look like. Every step I had taken on the Camino de Santiago was another word, another sentence, another paragraph, another chapter. All I had to do was type it out.

Two years after Spain, I would once again resort to walking to help me complete a novel. I wrote most of Pride Must Be A Place at that year’s Muskoka Novel Marathon. As this 72-hour novel writing marathon is a sit-down event, I was left with some creative struggles with the story. I knew exactly what would cure the problem. Having incorporated walking into the creation of The Camino Club, I was ready to explore this device again.

Once the marathon was over, my partner Michael and I spent a week at his sister’s cottage. Together, we walked mile after mile after mile as we discussed Pride’s plot problems and worked out all the kinks. By the end of the week, the novel was completed. Walking had once again propelled my creativity. This experiment was even better, as I had someone beside me every step of the way. I bounced ideas off of Michael and he bounced them off of me. While walking, we both had some amazing creative moments that eventually took the novel in new and exciting directions.

With this full week of walks behind me I had confirmed that, for me, foot-meets-earth is the creative path to novel writing I require. Whether I’m struggling or just working out my next novel idea, I take to the streets or the trails and I walk my way through. I find it doesn’t matter if I’m in nature or surrounded by concrete and glass… the walking stimulates creativity.

What I discovered about the link between walking and creativity is that freeing myself up from the impetus to write everything down actually helps with the creative flow. I can sense the ideas swarming in my head as I walk. It’s like I leave the desk with an empty glass, and the further away I get from the keyboard, the more the glass fills. Soon, it’s overflowing and I’m ready to write again.

A photo of my desk at the Muskoka Novel Marathon, where Pride Must Be A Place was mostly written.

The best part of walking with creative intent is that it promotes divergent thinking. This means I’m free to go madly off in all directions. I can generate copious different concepts and explore each one while walking. For me, walking promotes the “what if” of creativity. Whether I do it alone or with someone else, I find that the more my feet take me away into a walking adventure, the more my think-tank fills with ideas.

From the Creativity Walk at the annual Muskoka Novel Marathon…

Last year, Michael and I walked all of Paris. I carried with me the kernel of an idea for a young adult novel set in Paris. As I walked the streets of Paris, the novel was the ghost at my side, willing itself into existence by the power of my own two feet. I’m getting that novel down on paper now. If I ever get to the point where I’m not sure how to continue, I’ll just take a step outside and go for a walk. I might even bring Michael along with me. He’s my perfect “what if” walking companion.

The city of Paris percolates…weaves its way into my fiction.

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Here are links to the two novels in the piece:

THE CAMINO CLUB

PRIDE MUST BE A PLACE

When Paris is Possible – A Journal of Paris…

When I want to manifest something, I first bring it to life on my blog. For those paying attention, I always do this. I’ve become predictable, even.

Sometimes these notions I have first appear in my Twitter feed. And then I feel the need to solidify them by writing about them on my blog. It’s called accountability and it’s a way to hold myself to task. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t.

This is how my last novel, The Camino Club came about. At first, I dreamed it. Then I tweeted about my idea. And then, while I was preparing to walk my first Camino in 2014, I blogged about it. It was a kernel of an idea. So in order to hold myself accountable, I put out into the world that I would write a YA novel set on the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage path.

That novel was published by Duet Books, the YA imprint of Interlude Press, in 2020. Ask me about launching a book during a pandemic. You know what, on second thought…don’t ask me. Nobody should have to do that!

Anyway, I’m also famous for digressing. Today I want to hold myself accountable for a new idea.

My dream this time is to release a journal of our upcoming short trip to Paris. It will only be a week in Paris…but a week is enough if you’re fast of your toes. Paris is a moveable feast. But it’s also a well constructed easily traversed city that’s perfectly laid out for the hiker and consummate walker. That happens to be what Michael and I are. We will take that city by storm, one footstep at a time…and we will cover it all!

And I will keep a daily journal. And if all goes according to plan, I will publish it. The only other thing I ever self-published was my short story set on the Camino called Light Near the End of the World. So this will be my 2nd journey into that world.

My short story set on the Camino.

I don’t have a plan, but I will write about the places we visit in Paris and how we got to those places. And I will write about food and restaurants and cafes and macarons and baguettes. I will cover everything that strikes my fancy. We’ll see how this goes.

I will probably start writing in the journal before I even get to Paris. This will be a personal account of ONE JOURNEY. We’re traveling during a pandemic and we’re getting to Paris via Iceland. I mean, anything can happen, right? We’ll see if we get there…and if and when we do, I’m sure I’ll have lots to write about.

I’m ready. With my Dollarama journal and the lovely bookmark I picked up somewhere along the way as its traveling companion, I will take notes on our Parisienne travels.

I hope this goes well! I’m so passionate about Paris. It appears in many of my short stories, and I am also currently writing a YA novel that takes place there. Wrapped somewhere in the reasoning for returning to Paris–one of my favourite cities in the world–is the excuse of doing some extra research for my novel in progress. But honestly, I just love it there so much. I want Michael to see it…and I want to see it again for the first time, through his eyes.

My Paris journal, with a Camino bookmark I received with an Etsy purchase.

Just over 40 days before our departure. Let’s hope the Delta Variant doesn’t keep us from our already postponed (we originally planned Paris for September, 2020) trip to the beautiful city of light!

When is a Writer Not A Writer, Because It’s Not When They’re Not Writing. Or is it?

Did that make sense? I mean, I always defended my right to call myself a writer whenever I go through long stretches of not writing. I get defensive and prove–with novels and plays and stories and poems already written–that I am indeed a writer. Even when I am not anywhere even remotely nearby the actual literal act of writing. But is that all just one big cop out? Am I justifying the owning of the title by pulling up historic data that makes it seem like it’s so when it isn’t actually so?

Wisdom from graffiti found on the Camino de Santiago…

By that measure, I should call myself a professional double-dutch skipper. I mean, I was REALLY good at it 45 years ago…so I should in fact still call myself a double-dutcher, no???

Maybe we should consider ourselves writers only while we are writing. The act of writing makes it so. I am writing at this very as we speak moment, typing these words out…so, therefore and ergo, I AM A WRITER. But once I click PUBLISH on this post…maybe I should just become Breather again. Human. Non-Writer.

Would it motivate me more to only call myself a writer while in the act of writing? I need something to get me to keep on track. I am between novels. One was just released. Three are near completion. One is completed and without a home. And I sit and do nothing writing related for far too many hours of the days I have left.

I keep hoping for an Elves and the Shoemaker scenario. I mean, aren’t the statistical odds in my favour that this could eventually one day happen? I’ll wake up one morning and all three WIPs will be completed! Perhaps the elves will even leave a lovely pair of slippers across the top of the manuscript, which will be neatly tied with a pretty purple ribbon, and finished off with a bow. Or, no…that is perhaps asking too much. Maybe they’ll just leave me a chocolate. After all, I can’t expect them to make me a pair of slippers and finish the drafts of all three manuscripts, can I?

See…this is me typing words now. I am fulfilling my claim that I am a writer, simply by typing this gobbledygook. Thereby tricking myself into not being required to dig into those manuscripts and get cracking. I’m so good. There should be awards for WRITERLY PROCRASTINATION!

How’s your writing going? Are you on task? Are you getting things done? Are you calling yourself a WRITER?

It’s NANOWRIMO 2020 in precisely 9 days from now. Are you participating? Are you planning? Are you going in with an outline or cold turkey pantsing it once the day (NOVEMBER 1st) arrives?

I need to commit to something, so I suppose NaNoWriMo it will be. Sometimes just thinking about calling myself a writer when I’m not in fact writing is stressful enough to motivate me to get back into the game. I keep thinking about that little saying, if you don’t use it you lose it. Man, I would hate to lose writing just because I’m too lazy and unmotivated to write RIGHT NOW.

Once I stop writing this post, I will be a non-writer again. Until the next time I write something. Here’s to motivating myself to have less time in between these two realities. Or at least slipping into WRITER now and then. I’ve been so bad lately. Let’s see if waving this threat of removing the title from myself is the trick that gets me back in the business of word slinging. Wish me luck!

Oh! And good luck with NaNoWriMo, if you’re imbibing! And don’t forget to enjoy it. It’s the journey, not the destination. It’s the writing, not the having written. It’s the time spent in the web of words, not the word count. Just enjoy yourself this NaNo! 2020 is enough of a mess without imposing self-inflicted punishments on ourselves for something as arbitrary as word counts. Just enjoy the words you DO spend time with.

Happy NaNo, writers who are writing!