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Neil Gaiman says “I think it’s really important for a writer to have a compost heap. Everything you read, things that you write, the things that you listen to, people you encounter– they can all go on the compost heap. And they will rot down. And out of them grow beautiful stories.”
I first heard this quote in 2020, when the world was in a state of conflicting ennui and hope. We had been driven inside during pandemic, cut off from most of the world. Many struggled with depression and financial insecurities, or anxiety about the future. Conversely, it felt, at least for a little while, like human beings were pulling together to find the good in the world. Pollution was down, more people were looking for ways to spread joy. Most of my creative friends looked at this as an opportunity to hone their crafts. While others, like myself, found creating nearly impossible.
But, we made it out of 2020 into 2021. I made the crazy decision to get certified to be a teacher and to coach two dance teams despite having zero dance experience (unless you count the one year of tap dance I begged my mom for in the third grade). These endeavors took a herculean amount of energy and time. (Getting up at 4:30 every morning to coach meant that my late-night spurts of creative writing were no longer feasible since I basically dropped into the bed already asleep around 9:00 PM) When I did have a day off, I’d find myself clinging to my bed, trying to catch up on lost hours, and then having no energy or drive to do anything more physically exerting than playing mobile games or wasting time on 30 second clips made by complete strangers that aren’t even funny.
But I remembered Neil Gaiman’s advice about the compost heap and decided maybe 2021 was a year that I let the field lay fallow. Maybe it’s the year I accumulate material, and let things sit and settle. So I focused not on writing as much as I focused on reading, filling my brain with beautiful stories and lush prose. This year I read or listened to 55 books. I’ll post a list of my favorites from this year next time.