That’s how I started this post.
Without an idea of a destination.
Without any idea of where to take you all.
Which lesson to teach?
Which analogy to use?
And then it hit me!
THAT is what this piece is about!
Those of you who know me – and, let’s face it, six posts in, that’s pretty much all of you! – already know that I’m a writer.
In theory, at least.
Or, in name.
I’ve penned works.
Others have read them.
Have performed them.
Have watched them.
I have business cards that contain the word playwright.
So it must be true!
I am NOT disciplined in this field.
I mean, to be frank, (or, to be Tash – #dadstylecomedygold) I’m not that disciplined about much (cue your little light bulb reminders about the reasons for my vow to refuse the pig and seafood products)…
Even when I started out as a playwright, my plays told me where they were headed rather than me shaping them.
I didn’t write outlines or plans.
My words and conversations vomited themselves onto a page and then I was done.
I was shocked at the turns in my own work as I wrote them.
That seems odd.
And yet, there it is.
Thanks to a fantastic couple of projects I was involved with and the amazing and talented people with whom I worked and learned from, this technique has been refined a little.
The pieces that I’m currently making my way through have been planned and drafted and re-worked a LOT.
I’ve written outlines. And outlines. And outlines.
They feel much harder to force – sorry, shape – into something I like, but I have faith that the finished products will be so much more worthwhile!
… I hope.
The discipline thing (or lack thereof) is one of the big reasons for starting Shul of Tash actually.
It’s a way to FORCE myself to write more.
I mean, obviously I’m HYSTERICALLY funny and I had to make sure you were ALL AWARE of this fact.
And, I’ve spent my life being a lot of people’s “first Jew”, so felt this was as good a way as any to answer those lifelong questions…
But, mostly, it’s a tool to find a new self-discipline.
Apparently – according to Ruthy (and who knew, but that Mama of mine knows what she’s talking about sometimes) – in order to get good at something, you’ve got to commit to it.
To practice it.
To become disciplined about it.
It’s why I have childhood memories of my brother’s screeching violin and my clumsy guitar plucking. Practicing.
Whether either of these are good examples is a hotly-debated topic, but still…
To obtain discipline, we can need assistance.
Children can require a parent or extra special Auntie Tasha to guide them.
Exercisers can require the wisdom of a personal trainer in devising a regime for them.
Writers can require the help of their readers.
Or an editor.
Or a dramaturg.
Or all of the above.
Also according to Ruthy – maybe she needs to write a companion blog? – sometimes it’s good to ask for help.
Lend me your ears, readers!
Well, no. This is not an aural medium.
Lend me your eyes, readers!
Although, no, keep those in your head. Just use them.
Then lend me your brains, readers!
Again, keep them where they are, just share the fruits of those thinkings with me…
Are there things that you wish me to teach you?
Lessons you are needing?
Things that Ruthy can’t help you with?
So, my readers, my friends, my people…
Help me shape this Shul.
It is a place of learning for us all.
Let me be your teacher.
After all, Rabbi means teacher.
It has a ring to it.
Or Rabbit Ash.
No, you’re right.
Let’s go with that.
I’m not yet fully qualified.
Anyway, I digress.
(Who? Me? Digress? Take a tangent? NEVER!)
THIS is the lesson:
To conquer a block – writers’ or otherwise – discipline is the key.
To conquer a block – writers’ or otherwise – it’s ok to ask for help.
… To conquer a blog – help from you is the key to my discipline!
So, THIS is the task – guide me in helping you:
Let me know which #tashtheories you wish to learn of!
Please post your comments below…