Monthly Archives: June 2013

Depth

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When thinking about the word “depth,” it is hard to imagine what it really means. I naturally think of water (the distance below the surface), a drawer (distance between front and back), maybe a jungle (distance to the most remote part), or maybe even art (depth of color or three dimensional forms). When it comes to the individual, depth become harder to envision. What is the quality of being deep? Is it experiences layered with experiences layered with even more experiences? Is it a profound or intense state of feeling, as in the depth of misery?

What life could be lived, or experiences gained, without self? It is another word that is hard to imagine. Self is the core of our being, the essence of what makes us home in our body. But when I imagine it, it’s seems as endless as an oil shaft, like our center core is unlimited. There is no single image that identifies it. One women I saw in therapy said that she had lost her self, and was grieving that loss. She no longer acted in a way that felt authentic to who she was. Whew! Right?

Psychology is the study of the Psyche. Modern Psychology can help us understand more about Jungthat “self”. With Depth Psychology, we learned that the psyche is more than a conscious mind, it had depth, illuminations which are not visible, the unconscious. Carl Jung (picture to left) believed that there were aspects of our psyche that were common to us all. These aspects include images, dreams, the spiritual (soul), art, philosophy, and the para-nornormal. Jung did his doctoral research on the Occult, and studied a fifteen-year-old medium.  I believe that these ingredients are also important to what make up the “depth” in all of us, the authentic self.

When exploring the characters in your life, as well as your books, or maybe even yourself, probe the most important facets of that character: spiritually, emotionally, their dreams, their fantasies (which few share), their real and imagined desires. That’s what I do to get that added dimension. That way I feel as though I’m not writing about their lives, but of their lives.

Boredom

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        This picture so reminds me of being forced to do homework I hated, and my mind flying away to storybook lands, or being in school and listening to the teacher drone on and on, and me daydreaming about what I really wanted to do at that hour, hang with friends, get the scoop on the latest guy I liked, or go out and play baseball, or touch football (with the latest guy I liked).

        I think boredom, for me, has a lot to do with how I pay attention, my high energy level, and what holds my Imageinterest; what excites me. I have a friend who is a low energy kinda gal, Ms. Relaxed. Ms Relaxed could find enjoyment in watching a butterfly land on a flower, like an afternoon of butterflies landing on flowers. Really. To Rita Lakin’s statement:”All the books and plays I want to write. I’d have to live three life time to do all the things I have to do,” Ms Relaxed would just shrug. One life is enough for her, and she can manage to fit everything into it with time to spare to watch the butterflies. Does she get bored? NO. Do I? YES. I have lots of energy and I devote it to my creative projects. When I have to write a bio, like Hannah Jayne, or listen to another lecture on character development, POV, and how to get an agent, I cringe. Out of politeness, I listen. But then I get bored and turn off. I can no longer concentrate on the words, which leads me to turn off to the subject. Back to the storyland I created in my youth, with adult sensibilities of course. (Not going to ponder whether or not my friends and I are going to stop at the local burger joint on the way home from school and chip in all our dimes for fries.) What happens to you when you get bored?

       The problem with boredom is that it can sometimes lead me to dislike what I became bored about. Like Susan Shae, lumbering plots and dead prose makes me close a book. Like Carole Price, old business meetings and having to write “what are my goals?” bore me to tears.

       I can now understand Carole’s boredom and restless thing going hand and hand. After all, Michael Black brought up how Elvis Presley shot a hole in his TV sets when he was bored, a psychological example of acting out over the loss of control of a situation– like waiting forever to get on stage, or waiting in long lines for army chow.

      Now that this boredom topic has enlivened me, you know what really bores me? Facebook, and when people write bullshit to get their names out there. Name recognition at its worst. Do you actually care that I had oatmeal for dinner (with two egg whites and maple syrup)? I hope not. But then again, do you know what does captivate me? Facebook, and when people share horrible experiences, and others are there to comfort them … like the posts about the tornado and flood that ravaged Oklahoma, near Oklahoma City. Then I’m touched, moved by how we help each other, and transfixed to each kind word of support.champagne lunch 011

       What do I do when I’m really bored? For me, it’s wandering off in my mind to a fun experience, like swimming with the dolphins in Hawaii, or listening to music, or writing. And you?