Two years ago, I visited The Mount in Lenox, Massachusetts. Built for and designed by writer Edith Wharton, using the principles she articulated in The Decoration of Houses (1897), I experienced The Mount as an environment ideally conducive to Wharton's intense productivity. (She produced 40 books in 40 years, winning a Pulitzer prize in fiction for The Age of Innocence in 1921, plus magazine articles, poems and short stories!)
She accomplished much of this work without leaving her bed. That is to say, she wrote before she began her day.
The docent described her work habits. First thing in the morning and without speaking, Wharton's maid would awaken her with breakfast. Wharton's dogs would pile into bed. Though she may occasionally have paused to enjoy the view of her gardens from the window, she would write for two hours, long-hand, dropping each sheet onto the floor as she went.
|View through the antique windows of Edith Wharton's bedchamber.|
The maid would slip quietly into the room, collect the sheets from the floor, and stack them neatly on the desk in the office situated adjacent to Wharton's bedroom.
When Wharton finished writing for the day, she would dress and change locations, and edit while sitting at her desk.
Her chambers were designed to support this method of work. Her home was organized around her needs as a writer first, then hostess, designer, and gardener.
Her routine did not vary. Even though as a woman in her day she was not supposed to be a writer, even after her marriage, she remained committed to her identity as a writer, and identity she forged as a young girl and supported by her mentor -- none other than Henry James!
I intended to write a long blog article dissecting how her physical organization and functional dedication might have produced the climate that led to such an outpouring of work.
Then I discovered an excellent article on the same topic. Rather than rehashing it, I'll simply point you to it. Written by Clay Collins (of The Growing Life) as a guest blog for Leo Babauta (of zenhabits), I encourage you to read it, then come back and share with me how you've structured your life to support your own creative production: Living the Prolific Life: A How-To Guide
My own productivity has been slammed lately with motherhood, a nearly-fatal illness, one home for sale, another under construction, closing my studio and opening a new business. I came back to this blog, and looked at some work I'd started but never finished, and found the seeds of this concept. Funny how the key to my own quandary sat here, unfinished and ignored.
Stifled by my lack of stability and my inability to carve time out for myself, I had not made time to write, until I'd encountered Jeff Goins. His suggestions work because they work inside chaos.
No mansion. No maid. No excuses. No crafting a perfect existence so that I could write from my persona.
Just get up early, clear my clutter, and write from my heart.
Check. Check. Check.