Writers are often asked “are you published?” but rarely asked “do you love what you write?”

I found myself awash in embarrassment answering the first question.  I convinced myself that publication placed a Seal of Legitimacy on my identity as a writer, and imagined people dismissing me as an imposter as I stumbled around the ‘no.’

My unpublished state was not for lack of trying.  I maintained logs of books I enjoyed, along with their authors, agents, and publishers.  I analyzed Literary Littles for patterns in writing styles.  I read Poets & Writers, subscribed to Writer’s Digest, attended Breadloaf Writer’s Conference, and purchased The Writer’s Market.  I work-shopped, networked, earned an MFA, entered contests, sent out cover letters, and submitted to any publisher that accepted unsolicited manuscripts.  No, I wasn’t unpublished because I hadn’t tried.  I remained unpublished because I did not love my own writing.

The fact was, I could not face my novel.  I could not say if it was well written or not, because I could not bring myself to approach it for revision.   Bewildered by this aversion to my manuscript, I likened it to the discomfort experienced when listening to a recording of my own voice.  Lack of external validation supported my belief that I was a fraud.  I settled on earning a living and allowed the demands of teaching be my excuse for not writing.

Except, I was not not writing.

In my profession I regularly witnessed injustice, and writing was the only way I knew to quell the inner commentary of emotional outrage.  All I demanded of my words were that they accurately express my heartache.  I found revision to be a joy, not a revulsion.  I took pride in phrases that pleased me and satisfaction in rewording sentences that did not.   The metric by which I evaluated my work shifted from an artificial construct I imagined to be marketable to fulfilling my personal need for self expression.  When a piece exposed the truth of my heart, I fell in love with my writing.

I write for personal satisfaction.  My reward comes from the pride I feel when I coax words into recreating my emotional landscape.  Detached from expectations around publication, I allow myself to play with literary elements with a childish abandon.  I have fun with writing.  Me and Writing go off and find one of those obsolete metal merry-go-rounds from the 70s and spin around together for hours.  We don’t care how our hair looks all whipped up, tangled in the wind or what time we’re supposed to come in for dinner.  We just want to see how fast we can twirl and how hard we can laugh.

In Writing Down the Bones, Natalie Goldberg observed “It is odd that we never question the feasibility of a football team practicing long hours for one game; yet in writing we rarely give ourselves the space for practice.”  I find my best writing manifests when I write every day.  This habit electrifies the current between the voice in my mind and the pen in my hand.

I wanted to activate that energy for myself every day of the year, and imagined what it would be like if I woke up each morning to a text message containing an invitation to write.  From this vision, my husband and I created The Writing Prompt Machine, a service that sends subscribers a daily writing prompt though text message or email.

The purpose of the project was to create a tool to support my personal daily writing practice.  To that end I crafted each prompt to meet my own personal satisfaction.  As the endeavor began to take form and shape, I saw in my mind’s eye other people receiving prompts and feeling supported in their own daily writing practice.  I saw writers enthusiastically completing short stories, plays, and poems.  I saw writers winning awards for pieces inspired by ideas seeded by my prompts received as text messages.  Excitement coursed through me, energized by the possibility that this project could support other writers in strengthening daily writing habits.  I am proud to share this service, because as with my writing, personal fulfillment is the standard I am using to evaluate the final my product.  Each day I am thrilled when I receive my text message stimulating me to take a few minutes out of my day, for play.

Lisa Levad earned her MFA from Goddard College in Vermont at the turn of the century. She is the creator of, a service supporting writers in developing a daily writing habit. A modern day nomad, Lisa lives in a yurt and travels the country working on the renaissance festival circuit.”

Writers can now enjoy 21 days of Lisa’s prompting service absolutely free by pointing their browser to  Released early in the morning, each writing prompt will be ready when you are.


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In life, we are destined, it seems, to repeat certain experiences until the meaning or lesson of the experience is conscious. Since the writing life is not separate from life-life, can you share how you’ve moved through a certain block that had always influenced (hampered) your writing process? How did you enter, tolerate, remain with the internal conflict you were dealing with, how did it show up in your writing, and how did it, eventually, resolve?

*This was the question I had the opportunity to ask some of the contributors to The anthology Men Undressed: Women Writers on the Male Sexual Experience sometime back. Here is the first, from author Lidia Yuknavitch, whose memoir The Chronology of Water, was the winner of a Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association Award, and a finalist for the Oregon Book Award. She is also the author of three works of short fiction: Her Other Mouths, Liberty’s Excess, and Real to Reel, as well as a book of literary criticism, Allegories of Violence. 

by Lidia Yuknavitch

This question has haunted me since the moment I read it.  Then again, writing The Chronology of Water was always a haunting…or better yet, a crucible I had to move through both artistically and emotionally.  Possibly physically.

In order to write THROUGH the story, I had to relive it. And in my case that meant reliving these specific things:

  • the death of my daughter
  • the abuse I suffered from my father
  • the self destructions I inflicted on my self
  • the longing for a mother drowned by alcoholism

It took me nearly two years to write The Chronology of Water.  I had no idea what would happen to me while writing it.  In fact if someone had told me what would happen, I might have run away.  I didn’t sleep.  I drank too much.  I ate a great many medications.  I had nightmares of epic proportions.  I experienced auditory and visual hallucinations.  My moods were their own country.  My rage was nearly uncontainable. My sorrow nearly killed me.

And yet, every word I managed to bring forth from my insides and relocate to the outside, onto the great white expanse of the page, brought me closer to the possibility of a self that might, MIGHT, be able to swim back to the surface after diving down to the bottom. With something meaningful in her hands.

I found what all artists found.  I found that the process of writing, the deep process, the turn yourself inside out experientially but also in terms of form, could give me a self and a life back.

More specifically, for me personally, I’d lived my whole life sort of believing that my primary wound was the abuse I suffered at the hands of my father.  Psychologically and sexually.  All of my rage and acting out through my twenties and thirties was based on a kind of premise — a rage I invented based on a father story — a rage I carried out on the bodies of others in relationships and life experiences.

What I learned from writing into the deeper layers of my own story is that there was a wound underneath that one that was what was in my way.  A wound about motherhood — about my mother and about the death of  my daughter the day she was born — that had I not written this book, I might never have found.

There is a scene in the book and in my life where my father drowns in the ocean, and I, his daughter, lifelong swimmer, pull him out and resuscitate him.  Turns out that was the second most important resuscitation I performed in my lifetime.

You could say that writing The Chronology of Water was the more important resuscitation.  The resuscitation of a self.

Thank you to Gina Frangello for all your help in coordinating. You are truly a writer’s writer, and editor, and friend.


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