Literary Fridays: A Writer’s Process

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For this installment of Literary Fridays I’m covering the writing process. Forever I’ll be grateful to David Jolliffe, a favorite, challenging grad school professor. His Composition Theory course successfully afforded its students with a profound understanding of their individual writing styles. The course was as difficult as any calculus class I’d ever taken. Its metacognitive content incorporated writing about writing about writing (yes, I did intentionally write that thrice). Honestly, it was such a bloody difficult course that I could no longer write what I was thinking; I turned somehow to repeatedly drawing a symbol everywhere. Once I interpreted that symbol, I had the blimmin’ thing tattooed on my thigh! From the course, however, I discovered that three major stages comprise my writing process: prewriting, writing, and editing.

Prewriting. This phase begins with an idea. Writers are inherently observant. A mere sight, sound, smell, or thought can trigger an idea. It’s as if I have antennae that capture this nugget, which I marinate in the prewriting phase. My mind starts building upon this nugget in layers, stringing words along it, a tone, a format. Does this growing feeling manifest as a poem, an essay, a book, an article, a blog post? I start by brainstorming thoughts and feelings, sometime in snippets, sometimes in full-blown prose. I gather information I believe necessary for the piece, determine a likely length, its audience. Toward the end, usually with pages of notes at hand, I devise an outline. (Outlines have become an imperative part of each piece I write, thanks to the focus gleaned through experience and maturity.)

For instance, I realized about the time of grad school that writing in composition books was losing its luster. I watched my life taking a direction that defied my penchant for Italian stationary. Instead I began composing virtually everything by computer and watched stationary I’d purchased in Florence collect dust. Because I cared so much about the quality of paper and pens, this had a heartening effect. The more I wrote with blind composition, the more I realized this piece wanted to be a poem, one told from the perspective of paper that felt its impending obsolescence. I later entitled the poem “86-pound Weight.”

Writing. At this point I write a very simple outline atop the page of my actual composition. I know it will likely change. From this outline I may determine more information is needed. I do more research, talk to sources, begin stringing words, phrases, and larger parts together. I write at length to determine how I feel and think about the topic. This is an essential time to put down thoughts and research through blind composition, failing to derail the piece by worrying about punctuation and misspelled words, emptying myself into the piece. Generating more content determines how to order the major components of the piece, keeping the outline in mind.

Here “86-pound Weight” kept growing and growing. Paper became personified with a feminine voice. She seemed to think that the more she talked, the more she could thwart her fate. The damned thing became epic. It grew to pages and pages like I was competing with a Homerian classic.

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Editing. All good writers know this alone is a multi-stage process. This is the time to ensure that my notes about tone, audience, and other elements are present. Is all the info there? I read the piece to find where sentences and grafs should break. Did I shift from third to first person or verb tenses? Are words spelled correctly, punctuation placed properly? Finally, I read the piece aloud. We hear things differently than we read them. This part of the editing process helps us get closer to the reader’s perspective. It will reveal run-on sentences or erroneous syntax or grammar. Afterward, get away from the piece. The longer the piece, the more time is necessary to remove yourself from it. This aids exponentially in clearing our ears, mind, and eyes from mistakes we might otherwise overlook. There are most always tiny or sometimes glaring errors found after returning to a piece renewed.

Here, “86-pound Weight” shed some of her heft. Her length still wouldn’t likely be published in a traditional literary publication, but it lightened up enough to at least make more sense.

My tattoo of the writing process

Every writer has an individual writing process.

Professional writer and writing coach Ali Luke says writes well on the subject of the writing process on her blog, Aliventures.

The benefits of discovering your writing process is multi-fold. It grants structure to your work. It also reveals problems that may plague your work. For both of these, I am eternally grateful. I’ve discovered especially more purpose in the writing process stages as I’ve written longer and longer piece, such as a travel book I’m working on. May you too find pleasure in discovering your own process.

Today’s Peru’s Independence Day: Fiestas Patrias

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We interrupt our normally scheduled post on architecture to share with you today’s celebration: Peruvian Independence Day.

Peru's Flag

“Until Independence, the country was ruled by a series of Spanish-born viceroys appointed by the crown,” according to my lonely planet travel guide of Peru. Apparently those directly from Spain held the top-notch positions, while criollos (Spaniards born within what’s now Peru) were second in command. Mestizos– or half-breeds as Cher would have sung in the 1970s– occupied the next rung down. Indigenous people, or indígenas, were the lowest of these caste-like social classes, treated, speaking of castes, like East Indian untouchables.

Consider its possible origins. In 1780 the indigenous Jose Gabriel Condorcanqui who, during heightened tensions because of taxes, charged a Spanish administrator with cruelty and subsequently executed him. This set off a ball of fury throughout much of South America. The indígenas considered Condorcanqui of extreme Inca importance and set off a revolution that quickly came to a halt the following year when the Spanish drew and quartered him on a day in which he had watched helplessly as his followers and family were brutally murdered.

In 1820, Argentine revolutionary José de San Martín arrived in Peru’s port called Pisco (also a fantastic alcohol that’s more than popular here) and waged independence campaigns that would rally the country. The native Peruvians and San Martín would soon be helped by yet another revolutionary– no, not Che Guavera, but Simón Bolívar, a Venezuelan. The two would work with Peruvians to send the Spanish running, and on 28 July, 1821 the country would be declared a new republic.

At this point in the story we’ll take a break for these comedic messages. I’m thinking now of Ché, of course, but also of another tale. I’m currently editing a book written (to use the term loosely) by an American who volunteered here in Peru when the Peace Corps had just formed. The book mentions his almost life-long friendship with President Fernando Belaúnde Terry, whom he met when Terry was in exhile in the US.

I’ve still got this info swirling around in my head this afternoon when I meet two European women tell me about yet another revolutionary. As it happens, they’re making a documentary about a Peruvian revolutionary who’s scheduled to be tried in a couple weeks.

Additionally seemingly half the street names here in Lima, Peru, are of revolutionaries or days of historical import to them. All this revolution is starting to make this reformed hippie feel like a lazy ass for merely loving the Mexican Muralist movement.

Now back to our program.

What is it like in the country’s capital in the days leading up to Fiestas Patrias?

  • Well, Peruvians are really mild-mannered and don’t express bursts over anything. They do, however, hang flags from their homes and businesses. Though until today I thought was was because of Peru’s endurance in the Copa América, which has had residents in my neighborhood screaming bloody murder out the windows of their homes.
  • The energy swells. Other expats warned me to do my grocery shopping well in advance as the supermarkets and other places would shut down. Every one talks about the trip they’re going on or a party someone’s throwing. Therefore it’s not unlike what I’ve seen in the US and even in China (for the 30th anniversary of Shenzhen’s opening). On certain businesses are non-descript, non-colorful, simple text, undecorated well wishes for Fiestas Patrias (Independence parties).
  • Prices go up. A taxi from Barranco to San Borja, the current district where I’ll live, should have been 10 or 11 soles (about $5 US) this evening, when cab fares are naturally a little higher. However, it cost 15 (~$6.50). When you make 20 soles per hour, those little pennies add up.
  • A massive parade was held this morning. It began around 6 AM, which is also when the country gave itself a 21-gun salute, but I couldn’t be bothered to get up that early or stay up that late. Families gather around the tellie for this parade, though, which kind of blurs images of American Thanksgiving and 4th of July together in my mind.
  • This is also the time when the new president officially takes office. Ollanta Humala was elected on the day I arrived here, 5 June, 2011. You’ll read more about him in later posts. Therefore businessmen are on their tip toes. Peruvians are not afraid to talk politics with foreigners (a welcome reprieve from China), and therefore I hear developers, architects, language institute owners, utility company managers, mining and refinery experts, and others ask each other about how their country’s going to change. Mostly their fear stems from Humala’s long relations with Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez.

I’m looking forward to walking around my neighborhood today, though with prices high and likely throngs of people, I’m reluctant to travel across town. I’m also looking forward to how Humala fares after the long holiday weekend.

Guest Blog Wednesdays: Love of Peru Sustains Lon Barash’s Life

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Mahlon “Lon” Barash floats casually between English and Spanish conversations in a restaurant in Lima, Peru. The American semi-retiree wears a peaceful, inviting air as he slowly drinks a Miller. Amongst Peruvians and ex-patriots from all over the world at this social mixer, the photographer, veteran and returned Peace Corps volunteer, and international housing microfinance consultant is talking about his recently released book of photos.

“I took the pictures in this book during two different periods in Peru. The first period was between 1965 and 1967 when I was a Peace Corps Volunteer in the highlands Province of Huamalíes in the Department of Huánuco,” he says about Images of Peru: Memories of Huamalíes and Other Regions of Peru, the book he published with the Universidad Ricardo Palma.

“I worked for Cooperación Popular, a community development agency of the Peruvian government, with caserios (small indigenous rural communities) in five districts of this province in the construction of schools with communal labor. The second period was between 1978 and 1982 when I was working countrywide with the Housing Bank of Peru and the savings and loan system in a home-improvement loan program for low-income families.”

The crowd gathers around his gentle, soft voice as he continues his story. It becomes clear that, after visiting Peru 11 times and living here four times since 1965, he belongs here.

“The pictures in the first period show typical daily peasant life. Because I was working with the community members on a daily basis and they always saw me with a camera, it was easy to get very natural and candid pictures. From the outset I was humbled by the comuneros’ (community members) hardworking nature and dedication to community spirit, despite their daily hardships.

“The pictures in the second period are from Arequipa, Huancayo, and marginal settlements in Lima. They show people in daily activities as well as pictures with different angles and patterns. Each photo represents a personal experience of mine, so, in a sense, each one also has a story to go with it,” he says.Barash’s photos obviate his passion for Peruvian culture. His sensitive photojournalistic approach makes images of people taken 45 years ago seem as though they were in the room with us. Concise, compelling narratives, in Spanish and English, supplement each photo like whispers. They are a mere flourish to his photographic craft, which has been exhibited several times and sponsored by embassies in Boliva and Peru.

Barash talks about meeting former Peruvian president Fernando Belaunde Terry, known as “The Architect of Hope”, in 1974. Belaúnde was then in exile after a coup and a visiting professor at George Washington University in Washington, D.C. After the former president surprised Barash by accepting an invitation to dinner at his house, their relationship grew to last for decades. Years later, Barash and his two sons would attend the inauguration of Belaúnde’s second term as president in Peru.

Barash has the charisma of a fireside storyteller. People listen closely as he tells the story of his return trip to Llata, the capital of the province where he’d done Peace Corp work for two years, just after publication of Images. There he was privileged to present copies of it to the new mayor.

“This was the culmination of a long two-year process,” he says. Two years and multiple decades, that is: The book released just in time for the Peace Corps’ 50th anniversary this year. “The Peace Corps experience gave me the direction that I lacked and it was the beginning of a career in international development working and living in other cultures.”

His career as project development and private enterprise officers as well as a microfinance consultant included work as an employee for the US Agency for International Development (USAID) and meant he lived in five countries (four times in Peru) and worked in some 20 more. Peru, however, was the last stop on his long journey. Images demonstrates that transformative power of travel and culture. The stories they tell will be handed down among generations.

 


By Lon Barash, with Nichole L. Reber