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I’ve Been Bad … But I’m Working on it

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So… yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post. The good news is that I’ve been busy with business-related writing. The bad news is that I’ve done little personal writing during that time, other than quick posts on social media.

In just the first 5 months of 2019 I’ve written about:

  • Asthma
  • Autism
  • Bariatric surgery
  • Breast cancer
  • Breast disease
  • Clubfoot
  • Colorectal cancer
  • Colostomy reversal
  • Diabetes
  • Ebola
  • Emergency medicine
  • Executive bios
  • Fitness
  • Gastroschisis
  • General surgery
  • Genital birth defects
  • GI services
  • Gynecology services
  • Health issues in minorities
  • Healthcare administration
  • Healthcare fundraising
  • Healthcare recruiting
  • Hospital administration
  • Hospitalist medicine
  • Internal medicine
  • Interventional radiology
  • Interviewing skills
  • Leadership messages
  • Maternity services
  • Menopause
  • Mental health
  • Multiple sclerosis
  • Myocardial infarction
  • New technology in healthcare
  • Nutrition
  • Operational excellence
  • Orthopedic surgery
  • Osteoporosis
  • Patient experience
  • Patient safety
  • Pediatric heart conditions
  • Pediatric trauma
  • Physical therapy
  • Physician burnout
  • Physician profiles
  • Rheumatoid arthritis
  • Robotic surgery
  • Rosacea
  • Schizophrenia
  • Skull base tumors
  • Small business growth
  • Small business insurance
  • Social media in healthcare
  • Solar energy
  • Spina bifida
  • Sports rehabilitation
  • Swallowing disorders
  • Trigeminal neuralgia
  • Urinary incontinence
  • Vector-borne diseases
  • Wellness programs
  • Workers compensation
  • Wound care

It’s been crazy busy and super interesting. You can read some of the clips that have been published thus far. I love what I do and I feel blessed to be able to make a living doing it every day.

However, I haven’t had the discipline to do any personal writing, and after a few years of personal and professional heartache and growth, I’ve got a bunch of “stuff” percolating in my head. So, to build some discipline into my days, I’m starting a memoir writing workshop this month at Ocean County College here in Toms River, NJ.

As a lifetime lover of the classroom, I’m excited… and as a part-time introvert, I’m a little nervous. BUT, I know that I’m an upholder (according to Gretchen Rubin), so hardwiring discipline is key for me.

Stay tuned for more about my memoir-writing journey!

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Reviving My Sense of Adventure

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Before my parents got sick, before my corporate job was on thin ice, before we were juggling two houses and four animals, my husband and I traveled often. Sometimes it was behind the wheel of our SUV, sometimes in coach with a coveted packet of peanuts, sometimes on foot with backpacks, we found new places to explore and recharge.

We were freer people those days, with less emotional–and literal–baggage. I miss those people.

I recently finished reading Without Reservation: The Travels of an Independent Woman by Alice Steinbach. Published in 2000, the book is a travelog-style memoir, a more historical, more reserved Eat, Pray, Love.

Like me, Alice Steinbach was a writer. And, like me, she often experienced life behind the lens of chronicler of time. The skills that make us more observant and our senses heightened can also create a wall between living in the moment and mentally documenting the memory instead of actually experiencing it. You know, when you compose an Instagram post in your head–complete with the requisite 9 hashtags–instead of feeling all the feels in real time. That.

She writes, “What you need to do, a voice inside me said, is to step out and experience the world without recording it first in a reporter’s notebook. After fifteen years of writing stories about other people, you need to get back into the narrative of your own life.” Yes!

During her travels, she learns to let go of her schedule a bit and be more present. If a mishap occurs, altering her plans, she vows to lean into the change and follow the adventure wherever it leads. Yes yes!

“Why, I wondered, couldn’t I feel this way more often? The answer, I decided, was that having fun isn’t really what most of us do best. What most of us do best is work and worry,” Steinbach writes. “Often we combine the two into one consuming preoccupation: worrying about work…. I found myself trying to figure out how much of my life had been consumed by worrying. If totaled up in years, what would it amount to? One year? Five? Ten? Whatever the figure, it was too high.” Preach!

Worry and anxiety and fear had derailed me, I realize. I no longer leap; I research and whiteboard it, create a spreadsheet and run the numbers. I’ve taken the fun out of life and replaced it with… ugh. Boring. I’d replaced it with boring. I’ve realized that we got into the habit of being “too busy” for adventure, and even when our situation changed, we remained stuck in neutral.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” asks American poet Mary Oliver. Life is indeed precious. Let’s not forget it. Let’s not replace spontaneity with stagnation.

This time next year I hope to echo Alice: “I had surprised myself this year by jumping in to reshape my life before life stepped in to reshape it for me.”

Let’s do this thing.

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Love and Ruin: When Gellhorn Met Hemingway

I’ve never been one to fall for the Ernest Hemingway type — barrel-chested and full of bravado. But I’ve read a few books about Ernest recently and have a bit more respect for the tortured artist that he was.

I won an advance reader’s edition of Paula McLain’s forthcoming novel, Love and Ruin, which explores Hemingway’s relationship with fellow writer Martha Gellhorn. It’s one of those tempest-in-a-teapot tales of love and lust, competition and companionship, and, ultimately, the dramatic end of a troubled relationship.

I’ve been a fan of Paula McLain for a few years. I love the way that she can tell a story with such beauty. Not only is the story compelling, but her choice of words is a master class in creative writing.

Here are some of my favorite passages from Love and Ruin:

I had lived in Paris on and off for years, trying to be a writer and also falling in love a lot, without being terribly successful at either.

And yet here we were, anyway, hurtling through the dark toward each other under a hundred million stars, and set to collide disastrously. Logic wouldn’t save us and neither would the dwindling pile of days. We had all the time in the world to make a terrible mistake.

He was never yours, a voice in my head said. But what did that matter? I had lost him just the same.

I snapped a blank page into the roller, sending a sharp report echoing through the rooms. The page was snowy white. It still held all of its secrets. There was nothing to do but begin.

We weren’t in competition, I tried to tell myself. It only felt that way because we were working in the same house, in plain sight of the other’s fire pit. If it happened to be his turn to blaze now, my chance was surely coming. In the meantime, I would lean in close and warm my hands and smile for him. And love him.

Real writing, I was beginning to realize, was more like laying bricks than waiting for lightning to strike. It was painstaking. It was manual labor. And sometimes, sometimes if you kept putting the bricks down and let your hands just go on bleeding, and didn’t look up and didn’t stop for anything, the lightning came. Not when you prayed for it, but when you did your work.

The book he was writing mattered more than it ever had, I realized. It would outlast all this chaos and senseless death. It would live long after all the stupid things humans did to one another had healed over. That’s what great art was for, I thought.

Even when other things come in loud, we have to keep choosing each other. That’s marriage. You can’t only say the words once and think they’ll stick. You have to say them over and over, and then live them out with all you’ve got.

I learn more about the craft of writing with each book that I read. What books have you read lately and how have they impacted your work?

 

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What We Can Learn About Writing from Vincent Van Gogh

Lust for Life book

My mother was an artist, so I grew up in a house piled high with paints, canvases, easels, glazes, frames, art books and more. In fact, when I moved out of my parents’ house in the late 90s, she turned my bedroom into her art studio. I’m writing in that room now, and I can feel her creative mojo here still.

While my mother worked in paint and ceramics (and sometimes music notes), I work in words. But honestly, no matter the medium, the struggles are often the same. My husband is a chef and my son is a songwriter. We all still get blocked creatively sometimes and get nervous when someone views our work.

I recently finished reading Irving Stone’s Lust for Life. Published in 1934, the novel is a fictionalized account of Vincent Van Gogh’s growth and struggles as an artist. Van Gogh dabbled in other professions before becoming obsessed with art and pouring hundreds of hours a week into honing his craft and trying to find his unique artistic voice. Quite simply, it drove him mad.

Most would say I still have my wits about me, yet there are several passages in the novel that struck a chord. Here are a few:

“Whatever you do, you will do well. Ultimately, you will express yourself and that expression will justify your life.”

“I can’t draw a figure without knowing all about the bones and muscles and tendons that are inside it. And I can’t draw a head without knowing what goes on in that person’s brain and soul. In order to paint life one must understand not only anatomy, but what people feel and think about the world they live in. The painter who knows his own craft and nothing else will turn out to be a very superficial artist.”

“Do you call yourself an artist?”
“Yes.”
“How absurd. You never sold a picture in your life.”
“Is that what being an artist means — selling? I thought it meant one who was always seeking without absolutely finding. I thought it meant the contrary from ‘I know it, I have found it.’ When I say I am an artist, I only mean ‘I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.'”

“The artist has the liberty to exaggerate, to create in his novel a world more beautiful, more simple, more consoling than ours.” (Attributed to Maupassant)

“Then you like it?”
“As for that, I cannot say. I only know that it makes me feel something, in here.”
He ran his hand upward over his chest.

Many resources recommend writing what you know. I agree, to an extent. As creatives, we must also grow outside our walls, our comfort zones, our experiences to bring in new inspiration – and a little whimsy.

What books have inspired your work? What phrases speak to your craft?