An Inelegant Deficiency: Anxiety, Writing, & Loss

Set us free: British Library, London

“It’s an act of faith. It’s going on when you no longer believe. It’s walking right into that wilderness.” – Natalie Goldberg, “Wild Mind”

“I’ve had an elegant sufficiency, and anything else would be flippity floppity.” – my mum-in-law

What gives you comfort? And what do you believe in? How do you go forward when all you can see is failure, and grief, and loss? How do you walk “right into that wilderness“?

When it seems like all you ever do is fuck up, over, and over again? When we see that life is sad? 

I write about loss a lot. Maybe it’s because I’m pushing 60, so close, ever so close now, and with what seems like precious little to show for it: and that what I do have, I don’t deserve. Or maybe it’s because I’m posting a card to an elderly relative, not knowing whether they’ll make it through their operation, or whether that card will go onto the doormat of someone who will never open it, never see it?

I write a lot about death, too.

True loss: London memorial to the women who also served.

Gods’ plural truths, I try and appeal to my better nature. Sometimes, though, it seems the “better” part just doesn’t exist. That god(s) created me, not in his/her/their image, but that of a maudy, angry old cow.

The quote from Natalie Goldberg is about writing. It was Goldberg’s response to a woman who had started several novels, got to around page 180 – no mean feat – then would “lose interest, or wouldn’t believe in the story anymore”.

I let the writing slats get kicked out of me, not long ago. No one’s fault but my own. I took something to read, but couldn’t face it. A waste? Not entirely: for one thing, it made me finally replace my printer cartridges. Cue much swearing, but I did it.

And so now more slats have been kicked out: and, once again, it’s down to me.

Time and time again, it is writing which helps restore me: which comforts me, and gives me hope. Am I writing the poem a loved one requested? Am I making my way to page 180 – and, gods help me, beyond – on my current work in progress (WIP)? Editing & publishing my next short story collection?

Nope, nope, & nope. I’m blogging. Which admittedly is better than putzing around on FB, Twitter, or YouTube: my usual refuges in times of stress, and anxiety, and sadness. Which, in turn, is at least better than hiding in bed, or being stuck to the settee.

Of course, my life isn’t all gloom and doom. For one thing, this merry traveller recently returned, after being missing for nearly a month:

Back in the camp chair again: Al, Beltane, 2017

All the things I love are still here: okay, not all of them. But there is enough: compared to many of the people I meet, I do indeed have “an elegant sufficiency”.

And it’s up to me to rediscover it.

I love you still: Detroit, 2006

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About Sheila North

I am an author and ex-journalist, who has written novels, short stories, and poems. I also help facilitate a writers' group. Check me out on Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sheila-North/
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2 Responses to An Inelegant Deficiency: Anxiety, Writing, & Loss

  1. Monica says:

    Ok, I know I may sound weird, but I discovered your blog not long ago and just a couple of weeks later maybe I read about your cat disappearance. I felt your fear and anguish, I felt your heart slowly breaking while days and weeks passed and still there was no sign of him. I can’t remember a period in my life when I did’t have cats, ever since I was a small child. My husband and I have had 4-5 cats at any given time (all strays) and they’re so much part of the family! At the moment we have 4, after Colette died last fall, she was 18 years old! A a lot of our daily routine revolve aorund them and the joy they give us is so very precious! I came back to your blog every few day to check if your cat came back and everytime I read an entry or two. For a while didn’t have the time to check your blog so I found out just now about the comeback of the merry traveller. I just wanted to tell you I’m so relieved and happy for you and him who is now back in the safety of your home! I apologize for my English, I’m Italian and it’s not my mother tongue.
    Best wishes to you and Al
    Monica

    • Sheila North says:

      Thanks very much for your understanding. Al is great comfort & joy in trying times, & couldn’t returned at a better time. Excepting, of course, the day after he disappeared!

      I also apologise for my english, it’s not my mother tongue: I’m American. And your English is excellent!

      Thanks again.

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