I recently read THE IMMORTAL DINNER, by Penelope Hughes-Hallett, subtitled “A Famous Evening of Genius and Laughter in Literary London”. The book centers around a dinner party held by painter Robert Haydon whose guest list included John Keats, William Wordsworth and Charles Lamb. There’s lots of interesting background information on the participants and their contemporaries.
For example, there’s an account of Coleridge composing poetry “in walking over uneven ground, or breaking through the straggling branches of a copse-wood” while Wordsworth preferred “walking up and down a straight gravel-walk, or in some spot where the continuity of his verse met with no collateral interruption.”
Maybe it’s presumptuous, but I love it when I read about famous writers with similar habits to mine. “Thinking walks” are part of my own writing process. I’m more like Wordsworth–I like a reasonably level path, to keep my mind free to focus on my story–which is a good thing as copse-woods are scarce in my neighborhood.
Another account that made me smile was this one by Marianne Knight, one of Jane Austen’s nieces. “I also remember how Aunt Jane would sit quietly working (which meant sewing) beside the fire in the library, saying nothing for a good while, and then would suddenly burst out laughing, jump up and run across the room to a table where pens and paper were lying, write something down, and then come back across to the fire and go on quietly working as before.”
I always keep a writing pad in my purse, one by my bedside, and one on the kitchen counter for just that reason. Ideas don’t always come while I’m actively writing–perversely, some of the best ones come when I’m doing something else. Perhaps it’s because sewing and walking, both rhythmic activities, loosen up the creative process for me as they do for other artists I know.
Do you have any favorite accounts of famous writers’ processes? Are there any quirky habits you use that help you be creative, whatever your field of endeavor?
And to anyone who sees a woman striding through a neighborhood muttering to herself, remember she may not be crazy. She may just be a writer. 🙂
Elena
www.elenagreene.com
I simply must know where you found the image to go with this post! Who is the artist? thank you!
This picture’s on the cover of an Oxford University Press edition of Jane Austen’s letters and also in JANE AUSTEN’S TOWN AND COUNTRY STYLE by Susan Watkins (a great reference with lots of gorgeous pictures).
It’s listed as “14 St. James Square, Bristol” by a member of the Pole family, reproduced by permission of the City of Bristol Museum and Art Gallery.
So it’s not meant to be Jane but I imagine she would have liked the setting.
I find it’s amazing how your subconscious can kick in when you’re walking or gardening or otherwise using other bits of your brain. There must be an explanation for why this is–does anyone have any ideas?
The difference between Coleridge and Wordsworth’s choice of terrain is interesting too–different sorts of creativity, maybe.
Um….does playing Jewel Quest Solitaire count as repetitive activity meant to get the creative juices flowing?
I seem to do a lot of plotting while driving–it often makes me miss my exit. 🙂 Also walking on the treadmill…
Like, Amanda, I often do a lot of plotting while driving. Also while doing housework, particularly vacuum cleaning. And while I don’t tend to consciously plot while I’m working out (because I’m usually reading or watching a video), I find it does clear my head so a solution to the plotting problem often occurs to me.
I too loved that picture! I’ve enjoyed many of them I seen here!
I’m just a reader but interesting to read that and too how you authors feel similar in what you do. I enjoy reading some of those more so to see the behaviors, culture, foods, and all that during that time period
Love to walk and plot. Early morning before rising is good too. When I’m stuck, I take a shower. It hasn’t failed to produce a solution yet!
I pace when I’m thinking hard. And sometimes I smack myself on the side of the head. (Not sure that really helps.)
But I’m more sedate than I used to be–at one time, if there wasn’t enough room to pace I would walk on top of the furniture, too; now I pretty much stick to the floor.
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