resonance over coherence
something (deeply true) is better than nothing

A part of me thinks, itās 327am, Iām tired, thereās no way I can write a good substack post in the next 10-15 minutes. But why do I think that? Itās because I have some assumptions in my mind about what a substack post is supposed to be. Why not try something different? Clearly, whatever Iāve been trying to do the past 4 months hasnāt been working, so I might as well try something different.
What does that mean, what does that look like? Well, some of the assumptions Iāve had are things likeā for a substack essay to be good, it has to have a strong point-of-view. It has to make some sort of case, whether overtly or otherwise. It should be reasonably well-thought out, hopefully somewhat researched, hopefully links to a bunch of other things, so that it comes across as grounded, so that thereās heft to it. Those are rather reasonable things! But itās possible to get swept up in a bunch of reasonable things into a position of stuckedness. And thatās exactly what Iāve done. Alright.
So how do I get unstuck?
I always find it easier to answer a question that arises from within, when I pretend that someone else asked me that question. The almost absurdly simple answer to āhow do you get unstuckā is āget moving, in any direction you canā. Okay, what direction? Any direction! How do you choose? When youāre overwhelmed with possible choices, the first thing that comes to mind is as good as any. Just go. Now youāre moving. Now maybe we can get somewhere.
Where? Where are we trying to get to? āAway from hereā is, again, simplistic, naive, but functional. Itās something. Alright. We have a bunch of words. A bunch of words invariably ends up sketching some sort of picture, whether you intend it or not. And we can examine that picture, and see what it tells us. Right now we have a portrait of a frustrated creative going off on a tangent. I can step outside myself and look at him go. Gosh, where is he going? Heās looking for something. What is he looking for? Normally this is where I might start second-guessing. But Iāve imposed a time-limit on myself, so I donāt have time to second-guess. Whatās coming up? Thereās always something. Life is too dense, too rich, for there to be truly nothing. What do I want to do? List out literally one thing.
A sense of resonance
One of the things that I really want to achieve with my substack posts is a sense of resonance. What do I mean by that? I want to feel like what Iām saying feels deeply true to me. What does that mean? There are things I mean by that phrase, that I havenāt actually articulated. Wonderful! We have ourselves a challenge, a puzzle to solve. What are the things I mean when I say āfeels deeply true to meā, knowing that I mean something beyond the most literalist interpretation, for example saying āthe sky is blueā? Thatās true, but it doesnāt feel deeply true. Itās just, kinda true. Obviously true. Nondescript. Anodyne. Inert. Iām looking for something consequential, something that dislodges something within me, something that causes a dam to burst and for me to feel āholy fuck!ā For it to go deep, maybe it has to be surprisingly true. And, gosh, surprise can be extremely context-dependent. Something that was obvious last year can be surprising today when you confront it unexpectedly. So, whatās surprising right now?
One of the things that I know to be true, believe to be true, feel to be true, is that my best work rarely ever happens on command. I rarely ever begin with an authoritarian assertion of āI should write an essay about Xā and then go on to write it. My best writing almost always happens āby accidentā. It happens āen routeā to something else. Thereās usually a sense of mischief, of goofing off. David Ogilvy said āThe best ideas come as jokes,ā so āMake your thinking as funny as possible.ā Heās so right.
Itās hard to be funny when youāre being all solemn about some serious purpose. And yes, I know, I recently wrote a whole essay titled āAre you seriousā. I will note that I was very careful to make sure to point out the solemnity trap in that essay. But itās tricky business! This is where the surprise is. Simply being aware of the solemnity trap is not sufficient to stop you from falling right into it. In fact, thereās a meta-trap: the meta-solemnity trap is when you think, āAh, yes, yes, the solemnity trap, Iām too good to fall for such a simple trap.ā Next thing you know, youāve spent months in twisted tension with seemingly nothing to show for it!
Iām being a little hard on myself there. Itās not true that I have nothing to show for it. I do have a lot of drafts. Iāve been publishing those drafts to my āarchivesā blog, which has been a source of relief for me. Why do I feel relief at publishing drafts to an archives blog that I donāt particularly intend to point anybody to? Itās one of the great mysteries of the creative process. Iām reminded of a story from Stephen Pressfieldās War of Art, where he describes being stuck for about 10 days, with the dishes piling up, and then eventually he sits at the typewriter, bangs out a couple of pages of nonsense, trashes those pages, and then notices his mood lifting, so much so that next thing he knows heās whistling and cheerfully doing the dishes. Itās a story I find absolutely fascinating, which brings me to one of the things Iāve been meaning to talk about: possibility-space.
Possibility-space
Possibility-space is simply the set of possibilities that we inhabit at any given point in time. The wild thing is that the possibility-space we experience, is typically smaller than the actual possibility-space that we inhabit. Our experience of possibility-space is constrained by our history, and our imagination. Weāre unlikely to imagine ourselves doing something that we havenāt done before.
Until I started writing this particular essay, I was constrained by the belief that, oh no, I canāt possibly write a Substack essay in one continuous motion in a matter of minutes. That wonāt be good. That wonāt do. I was imposing constraints on myself, within myself. And the really subtle, tricksy thing is that I donāt typically experience these constraints as constraints. A person with collapsed awareness doesnāt think āman, my awareness is so collapsed right now.ā We simply inhabit the limited awareness that we have, and in that moment, that just feels like all there is. Which feels ominous, constricted, desperate, overwhelming, and all-around not a good time.
So the big question is, how do we notice when we are in constrained possibility-space? My friend Michael Ashcroft likes to point out, we can only respond to what we notice. So how do we notice what weāre not currently noticing? And here I find that, I actually do have a whole bag of tricks, which I usually pull out when Iām trying to help somebody else, but am usually slow to pull out for myself. Which makes sense, because we can only respond to what we notice. When I notice that a friend is stuck, I leap into action to help. But when Iām stuck, I donāt quite notice that Iām stuck. As Pressfield says, procrastinators donāt say āIām never going to write my symphony,ā they say āIāll write my symphony tomorrow.ā
Silly little mental motions
Whatās in the bag of tricks? It occurs to me that theyāre all little āmental motionsā, creative constraints that challenge us to think differently, see differently, act differently. The trick Iām using for this essay is āwhat if you just wrote something and published it without second-guessing it?ā Maybe they can all be described in terms of questions. What if you inverted your assumptions? What if you made things harder for yourself? What if it were easy? What if you wrote about the thing youāre trying to write about? What if you used a different voice?
Iām reminded that Brian Eno has this deck of cards called Oblique Strategies. Examples from the Wikipedia page include,
Use an old idea.
State the problem in words as clearly as possible.
What would your closest friend do?
What to increase? What to reduce?
Are there sections? Consider transitions.
Try faking it!
Honour thy error as a hidden intention.
Ask your body.
Work at a different speed.
All of these can potentially be useful for helping someone get unstuck. Itās not that any particular prompt or suggestion has any intrinsic magical power to it. Itās that they have you looking at your work with fresh eyes. And looking at things with fresh eyes have a way of helping you notice things that you didnāt notice before.
Iām sure there are all sorts of other ways to challenge yourself to notice things. Doing it by yourself might be the hardest way to do it. Talking to someone else is often ideal.
People-shaped
I have a whole blogpost that I wrote once titled ātalking for writersā, which Iād like to further develop into another essay about the power of making things āpeople-shapedā.

Ideas donāt always come to us people-shaped. Mine annoyingly tend to be sprawling, cantankerous monstrosities. But if we want our ideas to be of any use to anybody, including ourselves, we have to make them people-shaped. I believe this is a big part of why mythologies tend to anthropomorphize. People are very good at making sense of people, so if you pack an idea into a people-shaped container, it becomes easier for people to make sense of it.
Check out, for example, the above flashcards made by Kaycie D, who turned the clinical elements of the periodic table into memorable characters with distinct personalities.
Iām not saying every single idea should be turned into fictional character(s), but itās certainly a powerful move if you choose to use it. āPeople-shaped ideasā can be broader than that, though. I mean it in roughly the sense that hammers and computer mice are designed to be grasped by the human hand. This is where appealing to human senses is also very worthwhile. I have a post Iād like to write about āStorytelling Heftā, referencing several bits of media that Iāve enjoyed recently. I have thoughts about how⦠food, for example, is something thatās very human. Everybodyās gotta eat, and everybody has memories and feelings associated with eating. So food is an excellent storytelling device. You can design a scene with characters eating, and have that tell the reader a tremendous a tremendous amount about everything and everyone involved. But more on that next time.
āOof!ā
Itās 415am, Iām running out of time and Iām running out of steam. I do a quick recap of what this post has been so far. I talked about the experience of being stuck and getting unstuck. I talked about possibility-space, and noticing, and things being people-shaped. I notice that I talked about āfeels true to meā, and something was lacking about that. It occurs to me that āseems trueā is not quite enough. It has to be something deeper, something more powerful. Something has to break, or click, there has to be something dynamic and magnificent, something has to HIT and make me go āOof!ā and then I know Iāve got it.
Was this essay perfect? No. Was it excellent? Eh. But am I okay publishing it? Yes⦠yes I am. Itās good enough. It gets the motor running. I have a separate essay to write about that. I have many different essays that I want to write about many different things. And if I can let go of my stubborn insistence that they have to be perfect, and simply delight in their music⦠if I can lead from the heart rather than the head, then maybe I can actually get around to writing them.


It is delightful to see you think in real time. It is a pretty strange sensation - it is kind of floating outwards, you don't know where you are going, there is a sense of a happening. It reminds me a bit of the feeling you get when reading Montaigne.
This essay reads so lightly and effortlessly! Is it just me, or do others feel like it too?