A Natural Cure

I saw what you did to that cat and, well, I just wanted to thank you. I also want a peanut.

I love the idea of sitting in an Adirondack chair on a sunny day with a pad and a pen. There’s something so romantic, so wonderful about writing in nature.  So, once in a while, I give it a try.

And then the pollen goes up my nose. And the bugs bite. And the sun get too hot and my hands get sweaty, and, since I’m a lefty, I smear the ink with my sweaty hand – which is not such a big deal because I’m not writing anything worth keeping anyway, because every time a leaf crinkles, I look up in eager anticipation of finding that feral cat that I oh, so wanna hit with a rock because NO ONE menaces my squirrels without hearing from me, buddy!

Ahem.

So I guess what I’m saying is that, when I try to write in it, nature distracts and annoys me.

Otherwise nature and I have no real problems. It often delights me. When the weather is right, I could stand around in nature all day interacting with it in the most genial and stupid ways. For example, the other day I caught myself waving at a squirrel. He didn’t wave back – that would be asking too much, I suppose – but he did seem to take the gesture in the spirit in which it was given and that pleased me no end.

Better still, I have discoverd that actions such as these improve my writing.

I have the bad habit of chaining myself to my desk. Even when my brain refuses to work, I stay put. In general this could be defined as good self-discipline. You can’t just sit around and wait for the muse, after all. It never shows up when you want it to. Since the words aren’t going to write themselves, I muscle through.

But every writer reaches a point when good self-discipline evolves into something that looks a whole lot more like masochism. Nothing’s gonna come no matter how hard you try.

So I pry myself away and tell myself it’s not procrastination if I deliver myself back to the desk eventually. Then I take a walk and wave at squirrels. Doing so restores my overall sense of well-being. It provides the second wind I need to get back to my awful, awful writing and make something that at least resembles progress.

Better yet, such a walk allows me to pursue my new hobby: feral cat chasing. In the grand scheme of things, saving a squirrel is always more important than a well-written paragraph.

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175 thoughts on “A Natural Cure

  1. I think you should have T-Shirts printed with ‘Saving a squirrel is always more important than a well-written paragraph’ printed on them. It will be something that people will quote from you in the future, trust me. People will read greater meaning into it than the literal one you actually meant.

    Masochism is a good way to describe some of my NaNoWriMo moments this month! Nearly there now…

  2. I hate it when the cats try to eat my fish. Then again… The cats chase the herons and the fish have a fighting chance with the cat.

    I enjoy a good walk too. Clears the head. But nature is too beautiful not to be distracting.

  3. I love trail running for the same reason – there’s something about being in nature and getting your blood flowing that seems to help stimulate creativity.

    p.s. Love the cute squirrel pic!

  4. That sounds like a great way for resetting the dreaded blank page mindset (aka, The “Oh, Help, I’ve Forgotten What a Word Is” Disorder).

    I wish I wrote a little earlier in the day, though—when I need a squirrel-break, it’s usually too dark to see ‘em.

  5. Mike, You’re not the guy who posted the squirrel obstacle course video on YouTube a while back, are you? It was very memorable, so, if it was you… thank you. Is that what you get up to when your muse takes a little siesta?

    Masochism or self-discipline, you’ve been getting things done. The proof is in the pudding.

  6. You do know that squirrels are just rats with cute tails, right?

    I’m with you on the whole nature and creativity link. My most productive writing happens while sitting on the porch of our cabin. I go all Walden’s Pond.

  7. Please don’t hurt the kitties! I can’t help it, I’m a cat lover. But I also like squirrels very much. There were 3 squirrels who used to come visit my fire escape regularly. I named then Flossie, Percy and Merlin. Flossie was smaller than the others so she seemed girly. Percy was a tough guy, he had only half a tail. And Merlin was a big chubby fella with a magnificent fluffy tail.

    • Sorry, Weebles. I am a defender of all things widdle and fwuffy who do that little nibbly whisker-twitchy thing. Also, I am horribly allergic to cats.

      But (sigh) you’re a friend. Tell you what. I’ll just chase the kitties out of my yard without making any attempt to murder them. I think that’s a pretty big concession, don’t you?

  8. I watched a squirrel for an eternity today (like 130 seconds) whose tail did not stop moving even though the squirrel was sitting still. Was it smelling the wind? Was it flicking flies? Did the squirrel have a tick he couldn’t control? I don’t want to be a bully, but that squirrel was a real weirdo.

  9. Unchaining yourself from the desk is a much more productive move than you think, Mike. And I’m on the side of the feral cats. Rodents, even squirrels, just don’t do it for me. xoxoM

  10. Someone once told me that if I wait for inspiration to sit down and write, I’ll rarely accomplish what I want. They were right. Now, I like you, sit in front of my computer till my fingers start to move. The thing is, now I can’t stop. I always have an idea, thought, opinion. It’s great. The more you do it, the more you do it.

  11. I can so relate to this except for the part of chasing feral cats. My dogs do that for me. :)) There’s nothing like a good walk to clear your mind and I find it really relaxing to the point that I can write easily afterwards.

  12. Perfect! And congrats on being Freshly Pressed :) Personally, I’d rather see some feral cats roaming around than the aggressive fuzzy tailed rats that call themselves squirrels here in the city. I’ll trade you two cats for 83 squirrels–I’ll even throw in 44 pigeons ;)

    • Very strange, your reply to me got marked as spam, though I can see it from my notification bubble :o I don’t know how to un-spam it. In any case, if you don’t mind eating pizza carried from rabies ridden rats with wings, I’ll happily send you a pie with your pigeons ;) Alas, no shotguns to be found here in NY, which is probably an excellent thing–as a lifelong New Yawkah, I would probably end up making a lovely pattern in my face, while the wildlife of the city pointed and snickered :D

    • Crazy. Yes. And perhaps we can continue this conversation in a less public forum. :)

      You have no idea how delighted I was to see you there on the WordPress homepage. I am not being faux humble when I say that you deserve the recognition far more than I.

      What I found (and find) funny is that neither of us were categorized under “writing.” I mean, come on! That’s all we ever talk about!

    • Thanks, Curmudgeon! But do be careful. I just read a story in “The Week” about hunters being hunted by an angry buck. You don’t have to like deer, but do try to be civil. I’d hate to see anything happen to you.

  13. Absolutely loving this. I HAVE to leave the computer when I simply cannot find anything to write, or create since my art muse is being a finicky little *insert not so nice word here*. I’m fortunate enough to have four humanized versions of squirrels. Apparently that is what happens when you have kids. You “think” you’re about to get this lovely baby (why do they call them bouncing babies? I’ve NEVER seen a newborn baby “bounce”!) and instead you find out you’ve delivered a larger version of a squirrel, minus the adorable fluffy tail!

    As for what that squirrel is doing while they twitch their tail and stay perfectly still otherwise… they’re attempting to hypnotize you with the tail twitching so you won’t notice they’ve just stolen every single worthwhile walnut from the ground around your tree!

  14. My friend found a squirrel once, he put it in a box and only have it cheese – I tried telling him he doesn’t eat cheese but he didn’t listen. After it got sick he realized it was a bad idea and let him go. The morel of this story is if you find a squirrel, don’t give him damn cheese.

  15. When I left my beautiful seaside home it wasn’t the studio I missed, it was my garden, the wild ducks,lizards basking in the sun,kangaroos. Now I yearn for a studio maybe it’s the squirrel I need to get me painting again. Cheers.

  16. As a fellow lefty I was immediately impressed by your understanding of the lefty hand sweat/smear. Followed by the, “holy cow..he still uses pen and paper from time to time!” Finally I feared for your life because squirrels are like bears, adorable from a safe distance but up close those buggers can bite or at the very least carry unfriendly fleas. But waving is a safe alternative and feral cat chasing is probably the best way to get those creative juices flowing! :) Congrats on the freshly pressed and more importantly super congrats on your book being published!

    • I’m a lefty too, I hate the paper and pencil/pen smear when I write. Typing: No smear :)

      You’re also not kidding about those rodents, they can deliver a very painful bite!
      My pet rabbit, now decreased, taught me a painful lesson to never stick my finger in their cage while they’re eating carrots.

      But I love squirrels, did you know they’re supposedly immune to rabies? :) No excuse not to love the little guys.

      • lol…I think I must have been attacked in my childhood by a cracked out squirrel…I may be repressing the memory. I may attempt to be more friendly, but still not close enough to be within teeth distance ;)

      • ;) what? squirrel lost his nuts? ;) I may love squirrels but chipmunks are awesome too. when I was young, living far up North Ontario, we had a chipmunk live under the porch of our house. We fed him peanuts. Then Mom stopped buying peanuts… I think they got to be a little expensive to be feeding to the chipmunk

    • Thanks for your kind post, Monica! I am always delighted to welcome fellow southpaws to heylookawriterfellow.

      I have been in close proximity to many squirrels in my day, but have never felt frightened of them. Painful bites or fleas have never worried me. Perhaps I am a naive fool.

      Or maybe — just maybe — I am The Squirrel Whisperer.

      • The squirrel whisper huh? I will be sure the send out my “bat/squirrel” signal next time I am surrounded by a scary looking pack of them…those nose twitches can be awfully intimidating!

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  18. Congratulations on getting Freshly Pressed, Mike!

    I love the picture of your squirrel. They were the bane of my mother’s existence at the cottage because she liked to feed the birds and tried everything she could think of to keep the squirrels out of the seeds. The trees in our neighborhood are finally big enough to entice squirrels with their ‘new condos’ so we’ve been seeing a lot more around here. Unfortunately, there have been a lot more squashed on the roads because they’ve dashed across at the wrong time.

    Like you, I do enjoy sitting out and listening to the birds and the squirrel chatter. I got a kick out of your comment about ‘squirrely semaphore’. I think you’re onto something there! :)

    We used to have a couple of ‘hooded’ rats when we first got married. They were very affectionate creatures. They are long-since gone, but when the kids were little, we had a variety of mice and hamsters. Then my daughter cried about wanting a cat. I told her we’d get one when the hamster died. Darned little bugger must have overheard us and stubbornly stayed alive until the ripe old age of three! Our cat stays inside or on a leash when out, so he can’t chase the squirrels or baby bunnies in our yard. As for feral cats, don’t get me started on the pet owners who let their cats run wild and spawning with others until the broods are scary-wild.

    And yet, ‘wild life’ does have a certain calming effect on us when we’re most stressed. Glad it helps you get over writer’s block. :)

    • You had rats? Oh, this more than makes up for your “meh” feelings about goats! I knew right from the start you were all kinds of wonderful. :)

      As much as I love the trills of songbirds, I have always been firmly in the squirrel camp when it comes to the two parties’ never-ending war for seed. As you know, I am unapologetically pro-rodent. In addition to my rats, I have also owned gerbils and a guinea pig.

      And your hamster story doesn’t surprise me at all; rodents are stubborn little buggers, aren’t they?

  19. Until recently I lived on property that included several squirrel AND chipmunk families. Although chipmunks are cuter (and have songs written for them), squirrels are smarter. Thus, when I needed inspiration with my writing, I sat on the back door stoop (where the squirrels gathered under the bird feeder to eat the seed that had scattered on the ground – told you they were smart) and I read my paragraphs out loud, editing or rewriting when they looked at me with disappointment, adding and embellishing when they smiled and nodded their heads. It was a win/win situation for all of us – they were entertained, and I had a perfect critique group. Try THAT the next time you want some squirrely nature.

  20. Congrats on being freshly pressed! I’m a bit behind on reading blogs (NaNo and all), but I just happened to flip over to “Freshly Pressed” today and went “heeeey, I know that person!”

    I’m the same way – nature distracts me from writing. It’s even harder now that I’m a chicken-momma, because I want to go peek out the window/migrate to the backyard every time I hear them squawking over something. Have you ever seen a chicken find a worm or a garter snake? The ensuing war with the other chickens is HYSTERICAL.

    But yes, stirring up the routine is so important to remaining creative. I also need to un-glue myself from the computer more regularly.

    • Welcome, stranger! (Let’s just ignore that I have been equally remiss in visiting your blog, shall we?) Good to see you again!

      Ungluing from the desk is essential, isn’t it? I would assume, however, that your new chicken charges keep you from getting too comfortable in that office chair.

  21. I have recently been experiencing some writers block myself. I love the idea of saving the squirrels. Nature revives me. I am lucky that it is not distracting for me. I do like to write in nature, but I don’t get to that often. Also a lefty.. that whole smear thing sucks eggs. LOL

  22. Nice! Glad to see you enjoying the company of the squirrels! I love it when they take a peanut from my fingers….Well, for me, it is usually the chipmunks. I can spend hours out there with them! Keep enjoying your muse!

    • College campus squirrels are the best for hand feeding, I find. When I was in school, one crafty fellow quite literally pressed his nose up against the glass door of the campus deli waiting for customers to come out. It was an adorable and slightly pitiable performance. It was an effective performance, too; the little bugger rarely walked away empty-pawed.

      Sadly I have yet to earn a chipmunk’s trust. I have not given up, though. I never will.

  23. Nature therapy works for me every time. I do wish I could get back to writing with a pencil and notebook, but dang…..the computer makes it so easy. I’ve gotten spoiled.

  24. You should work with Monroe shock absorbers on the “save the Squirrels” campaign. The furry rodents they have seemed very talented and are likely quite friendly and would return your wave. :} I can understand your feeling about writing in nature, there are so many distractions I really have not given it a try.

  25. I love squirrels too… and nature. I just want to hug and squeeze squirrels! But they run when I get close. When I am having an artist’s block, going out in nature helps me too, clears my mind. Then back to the drawing table to work on that masterpiece! Check out my blog… I combine literature (Dickens) and art. Thanks for the inspiration!

  26. “finding that feral cat that I oh, so wanna hit with a rock” or “feral cat chasing”.

    It is because of people like you that I volunteer for an animal shelter, fostering cats and dogs that have been abused by monsters like you.

  27. This is my first visit to your blog. And, yes, I found it on Freshly Pressed. Congratulations!

    I am a cat, and dog, person but I truly love watching the squirrels. We live in the country and we have had three or four babies born and now big enough to run up and down the trees and all. I watch the babies from my kitchen windows while I cooking. They play in the side yard of our house. We have three cats – one inside and two outside. The outside cats have names but they really only come here for our food – which we put out everyday. They don’t, either one, seem to have any interest in the squirrels.

    As for writing, everyday I plan to write something. Not everyday do I succeed. And sometimes I start something and then lose my thought train and have to “draft” it to finish later. I love to write and have wanted to for many, many years. I love the idea of a nature walk for inspiration. Just getting outside for a little while is often all it takes to get those creative juices flowing again.

    I really enjoyed your story.

    • Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Bigdreams! it sounds like you’re set up in a beautiful and inspirational area. I can only wish that someday I can watch baby squirrels from my kitchen window. It sounds like a great way to start the day!

      What kind of writing are you working on these days?

      • I’m struggling with my writing right now but I keep trying. Then I trash it. Then a day or two, try again. Honestly, I think it’s a confidence issue but I do think this will pass. The holidays are not my best time of year – I love the celebration at church and the family part – just not all the hype. And that doesn’t even mention the disappointment that usually comes with expectations.

        You’re right, tho’. Watching the baby squirrels from my kitchen window at any time is a great way to lift my spirits (when I need them lifted) or to just smile. I saw a bald eagle the other day and was amazed. I had never seen one in the wild before and was just truly blown away. Never did get a picture of him tho’.

        Thank you for your kind words and encouragement. ~Debi

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