Category: Writing

  • The King’s Speech

    My wife and I just finished watching The King’s Speech, and I am surprised at how much I enjoyed the movie. Specifically, I resonated with two themes strongly.

    Living in Fear

    The central story of the movie is how “Bertie” <?> struggles to overcome a life-long stammer, as his father, King George the 5th, draws ill and passes, and his older brother David insists on maintaining a relationship with a divorced woman, and thus ultimately abdicates the thrown.

    The overarching theme throughout this movie is Bertie’s fears, manifesting in his stammer. In desperation, Bertie meets with Lionel Logue, an experienced but non-credentialed speech therapist. Logue and Bertie have a series of encounters, with mixed success, throughout the course of the movie.

    The relationship between Bertie and Lionel is highly enjoyable, and I’ll speak to that part momentarily. However, Lionel is quick to push Bertie to examine his fears and the behaviors and punishments from his childhood, to force Bertie to understand that his stammer is a learned behavior.

    During the portion of the film when Bertie’s father passes, and his brother David, King Edward VIII, is wrestling with the responsibilities of being the king, Bertie snaps at Lionel. What was exposed in that moment so powerfully for me, was that Bertie both feared and desired the greatness of being king. Bertie makes it clear, throughout the story, that he does not believe he is fit to be king because of his stammer, yet clearly also recognizes himself as the correct choice over his brother.

    Let’s be clear, I’ll never be the king of England. However, the fear and desire of greatness is certainly a feeling I too have with writing this book. I want to finish it. I want to help many many people to find joy. I want it to be wildly popular and beloved the world over! I want to make the New York Times’ Best Seller list. I want to laugh in awe of the number of languages it has been translated into. I do want those things.

    And yet I fear all of those things. I comfort myself with lies about how “its my first book, there is no way you’re book will reach an audience that size.” Is there a healthy truth in that? Perhaps. But I also recognize it as a limiting belief, as a lie I tell myself to try and cushion my ego if I don’t accomplish those things. And if I don’t make the NYT Best Seller’s List? I’ve still written a book! However, I’ve gotten off track. I fear the greatness I may expose myself to if I finish this book.

    I am incredibly thankful that I don’t have a speech impediment like Bertie does, but I know my fear manifests itself in other arenas. I am thankful to have seen this movie now, even as I tell myself how silly it is for me to compare my fears of “greatness” (see what I did with the quotes there?) to the weight of becoming king of England with a speech impediment. That, in and of itself, is another awesome lie. No, the levels of “greatness” between publishing a book and being king of England aren’t remotely comparable. But the paralyzing fear is the EXACT. SAME. EMOTION.

    It Takes Another Man

    I mentioned before the relationship between Bertie and Lionel. Bertie insists on being formal, and refuses to call Lionel anything other than “Logue”. Lionel, however, refuses to treat Bertie as royalty, and insists on calling him by his childhood name, “Bertie”. Bertie and Lionel develop an incredible level of trust through most of the movie, as Lionel explores Bertie’s childhood and fears. At the climax of the movie, Bertie and Lionel have a falling out as Bertie comes to realize Lionel’s lack of credentials and fears he has embarrassed himself. The exchange between the two is fantastic, but what stuck in my brain and vibrated like an arrow hitting the target, was this quote:

    My job was to give them faith in their own voice, and let them know a friend was listening. – Lionel Logue, The King’s Speech

    I am beginning to accept now that I will be a life coach at some point in the future. When, and to what extent, are clearly unknown. But Lionel’s quote about giving men, Soldiers returning from World War I, faith in their own voice and letting them know a friend is listening is EXACTLY what I want my mission to be. I want to help men find themselves, and ultimately find joy in this life.

    However, there is another facet of Bertie’s relationship with Lionel that I feel is very telling and an axiom of life: the fact that Lionel is a man. Bertie meets with Lionel at the behest of his wife <?>. His wife, played by Helena Bonham Carter, is incredibly supportive, loving, encouraging, and in general an excellent source of support. But she could not help Bertie overcome his stammer. Ultimately it took Lionel, a fellow man, with enough confidence in himself to speak to Bertie as an equal, and ultimately call out Bertie for his fears, that began Bertie’s healing. I firmly believe that men need other men as friends, confidants, and challengers. Clearly, Bertie had the real power in the relationship in being the Duke of York and eventually King of England. But in their relationship, what mattered was trust and respect, not position. And that trust and respect, coupled with Lionel’s fearlessness at speaking to Bertie as an equal, was the lifeline needed for Bertie to begin climbing out of his hole.

    Men need other men both as supporters and challengers, in order to grow.

  • Facing My Fears About Writing

    So I bought a course to help me write my book, appropriately called “Finish Your Damn Book”. The first exercise in the course is to make a listing of your fears about writing the book, and then the truth of the situation. Since it felt so reminiscent of Bonnie’s forcing me to examine the truth of the situation, I thought I’d capture it here.

    Fear: I don’t have enough time to write a book.

    Fact: There is as much time as I am willing to make a priority of my writing. Now that school is out for the summer, I should be able to spend some time in the mornings writing before I start my day, now that I don’t need to help get a child to school. In fact, I have made myself a promise to finish this book this summer, because I know when school starts it will be difficult to find the time again.

    Ironically, I started this post a week ago, and this is the first time I have come back to working on this, or any writing in general. So I’m sucking at this thus far!

    Fear: I don’t have enough experience to write this book.

    Fact: I don’t have enough experience to write this book, all from my own experience. However, I can draw on numerous resources through interviews and surveys to back up my experiences and ideas.

    Fear: No one wants to read my book.

    Fact: The few people who know about it have expressed interest in reading it. But more importantly, I want to write it, regardless of whether there is a huge audience for it.

    Fear: I won’t make any money from the sales of this book.

    Fact: I think this may be the real fear underpinning the previous fear, but regardless, I don’t need the money. I have an excellent job that meets my family’s needs and most of our wants. And I have a God who has promised to provide for me and my family, so my life’s trajectory will not be altered in the least if I never make a penny from this book.

    Fear: The book will be wildly successful.

    Fact: It might be. But the success or failure of the book doesn’t have to have any bearing on my life. I have ultimate control over whether I allow any success from the book to impact my life, and the lives of my family.

    Fear: Building an audience feels sleazy.

    Fact: No one can be helped by the book if they never know it exists. Building an audience can be done above board, with pure opt-ins, and not leveraging friends to do so. However, helping others with the book requires letting them know it exists. I think this fear actually speaks to a deep-seated personality trait of mine where I want people to notice and appreciate my work without my having to draw their attention to it.

    Fear: I won’t finish the book.

    Fact: Whether or not I finish the book is ultimately my choice. I have several strong supporters, most notably my wife. There is no reason I won’t finish the book, excepting my own choice not to do so.

    Fear: I am afraid I will be humiliated

    Fact: I shouldn’t be deriving my self-worth from the opinions of others. Assuming the book finds an audience, some people will fall on all parts of the spectrum, and thus some will fall into the “hate it” category. So what. Their opinion of me does not change the reality of who I am.

    Fear: What makes me qualified to write a book?

    Fact: Not a damn thing. You believe God has given you a gift for writing, and communicating, and has placed a burden in the form of a passion helping men find joy, so God has said you are a writer.

    Fear: I don’t take my writing seriously.

    Fact: That fear is also a statement of fact. I choose not to believe in myself or take my writing seriously.

    Fear: I don’t prioritize my writing.

    Fact: Also a statement of fact. I don’t believe in my ability to write this book, or write at all. Nor do I consider my desire to do so as a valid expenditure of my time.


     

    At the end of all of this, what I see really is an overwhelming unwillingness to believe in both the value and personal importance of my writing. I need to understand better why my own enjoyment, in this case enjoyment in the act of creation through writing, is not allowed to be a priority in my world.

  • Why

    Why am I starting yet another blog in an environment littered with more blogs than any human could possibly consume on a daily basis? What makes me think I have anything worth saying? Who am I to think anyone will ever waste any time reading anything I will write here?

    Those are the fears, speaking into my mind, even as I try to write this. “Fear is the mind killer” said Frank Herbet, in Dune. And he is exactly right – I have been chewing on what to write in this entry for probably two weeks now. Why? Because I want my motivation to be the first entry, and thus I have been paralyzed by fear of it being anything other than perfect. My standard is that this entry must be, by turns, epic, energizing, weep-inducing, groundbreaking, personal, etc, etc, etc.

    Here’s the root of why I’m doing this, and it has nothing to do with you, dear reader. This blog is for me. God has blessed me with both a gift and a burden for expressing ideas, including through written word. Thus, this blog is my playground, my accountability partner, and my muse. Some days I will be prolific, and some weeks it will be a ghost town here. But I have lots of ideas that I want to play with here, and that’s what I hope to do.

    Enjoy!