Hands. Hands, hands, hands.
People are meant to use their hands; why else would we have them? To pound on a
keyboard? I suppose that is a valid use. However, that is not how this subject
came to mind; it all started with bread making.
Baking
is one of my best buddies. Bread making is a little more involved, but oh so
worth the while. Pugliese bread does not require kneading, which is the first
bread I taught myself to make. I didn’t choose the recipe because of the
“no-knead” factor; I chose it because I like the stuff. But when I was in
Spain, my Spanish mamá taught me how to make bread in a different, more
efficient way, which brought kneading back into the game. Now, having made
pizza with my family for years, kneading is not a foreign concept, and I happen
to enjoy it, so I’ve rolled with this new (now quite familiar) manner of bread
making. I could go on and on about bread, but I’ll spare you.
Kneading
is one of those “ya-do-it-with-your-hands” type things. Duh, right? Well,
apparently, bread machines take that out of the equation—I didn’t know that
until today. (And that’s more than okay; for people with arthritic hands, it’s
a joy.) I couldn’t stand that. But there are many ways in which we can (and do)
use our hands; and I hope we continue to.
There
are many professions that require it: massage therapy, physical therapy,
chiropractic, painting, construction, etc. But also, writing. Shoot, Annie, you
say, you’re feeling particularly intelligent today, aren’t you? Nah. Thanks, though.
By
writing, I don’t simply mean picking up a pen and scribbling across the paper,
or chicken scratching a pencil to a nub, or doing a tap routine on the
keyboard. Nope. The process—that is what I’m talking about.
There are folks who have this
immensely spacious plot of land upstairs, on which they plant corn, run tractors, graze cattle,
build barns . . . These people develop an essay in their minds, tweak the
argument and art, and send it, when ready out the end of their ballpoint pen.
Damn. (That’s not me.)
Then there are the
Write-Rewriters. Meaning? Twenty tries later, we’re starting to take out the
editing pen, and kicking ourselves for still having things so out of control.
Expand. Remove or compress. Clarify. And then, we’re busy hating our past self
for those marks, wishing the additions would simply pop into our minds.
Meaning, what we want to write doesn’t order nicely or at all in our heads,
write first, think second. And there are the super crazy Write-Rewriters that
wring their hands raw over one sentence. (That’s me.)
That
is tactile writing. I
just can’t let it go. It’s environmentally unfriendly. I print out a tree with
all of the drafting and restarting. But it’s working the writing over and over
and over again the way one works dough over and over and over again. Then, you
let it rise. But once you put it in the oven, dang, you had better hope you’ve
done it right, ‘cause that’s that. Send it off to the editor . . . again, you’d
better hope it’s perfecto (and that the editor isn’t gluten-intolerant).
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