The Winepress (stretching)…

I don’t know about you but with me, every time I hit another level/dimension in my writing, I feel like I’ve been put through a winepress then stretched out like taffy and thrown back into my mold.  It’s as if all the pieces and parts of me get re-blended back into themselves in different proportions.  I am momentarily left somewhat disoriented and completely vulnerable to self-doubt.  Then, the last of me gets pressed through and suddenly the execution of a story that seemed to be a fleeting vapor in my mind materializes and I am able to embrace the change in myself.

Recently, I have been on a mission to stretch – to consciously grow in my craft – to be more uncompromising when I write.  I can’t think commercial; I have to think timely.  I have to continue to write to my rhythm and submit from what I have rather than write to submit.  Although, it is very good exercise to push oneself to write a play specifically for a certain conference or contest; it can get in the way when one needs to revisit a story but writers learn by writing so the time is never wasted.  When stretching, I like to read/see other playwrights’ plays which help me dissect my own work (written, in progress, even in the idea stage).  I have been telling myself to stretch for about seven months now…  I wasn’t quite sure how to do it so I figured that if I spoke it to myself long enough, it would materialize somehow.  By speaking it, I would be able to reach from where I was to where I wanted to go.  Seven months ago, I thought it was possible.  Today, I know it is possible because I am seeing a change in myself and my writing.  I know now that I am ready to revisit pieces from my back burner and work through them.  I’m not the same person I was when I put the pieces on the back burner; I’m more open to bending form to tell the story.  I’m more confident that I can create something new out of vapors –  the same way I become new each time I go through the winepress…


  • By jenniewebb, August 8, 2010 @ 8:20 am

    What a brave and wonderful journey – backwards and forwards and inside and out . . . I so admire your mind and your words.

  • By Robin Byrd, August 8, 2010 @ 8:29 pm

    Thanks, Jennie. I’ve never really thought about it as being brave just necessary. If I could get there without being smashed, I’d probably take that route but alas…

  • By TiffanyAntone, August 24, 2010 @ 8:14 pm

    YESS! The “Winepress” metaphor totally works… although sometimes I feel more like spaghetti 🙂

  • By Robin Byrd, August 26, 2010 @ 12:04 pm

    Hey, Tiffany. Yeah, spaghetti sometimes — like a complete separation from what used to be (all that darn slicing)…

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