Process Shmocess, or How I Art Like a Lunatic

My best friend suggested that I call this post “The Process: A Retrospective, Which Is Itself a Sort of Process, Making This a Tautological Title in Addition to Being Extremely Long.”  Obviously, this is why he’s my best friend.

I’ve been asked more than once to talk about my creative process as a writer, most recently over at me + richard armitage as part of an ongoing discussion on the subject.  My response has always been to recoil from the question because I’ve never really felt I have a process.  I do have a probably unhealthy fear of being a phony, which I would obviously be if I didn’t have a process.

But I mean, that’s ridiculous, right?  Obviously I’m a writer; here I am, right now, writing a thing.  So just as obviously, there must also be some kind of process to what’s happening right this minute. Continue reading