The Meaning of Adventure
I once heard a literature professor and self-proclaimed fairytale expert say humans are wired for story.
But I disagree.
I believe we are wired for something more basic.
And far more profound.
Since I graduated from Hamline, I’ve been a little lost without deadlines, packets and institutional
food. I worked for years to create a lifestyle free of full-time work and debt, so I would have more
time to write. But as soon as I had more time, energy waned and the well of ideas started to run dry. Just as it had when I teetered on the edge of adulthood, a great chasm appeared between what I wanted to do and what, it seemed, I could do.
Unlike my younger self who was forever focused forward, I took a look backward.
Where did the creativity go in that child who was always making something from junk found in the garbage? What happened to the spunk in that teenager who had so much to say she had to write 100 times that she would stop talking during class—and volunteered to do it again? And what squelched the daredevil in that college kid, travelling alone, who got into the private, 4-seater Cessna with a complete stranger for an aerial tour of the banana plantations of Honduras?
On a mission in search of my unadulterated self, I attended a lecture on children’s creativity given by Edith Ackerman. Edith is a sociologist who studied under Piaget and consulted for Lego for twenty years. She has both an amazing sense of style and a charming German accent.
She talked about child development and playthings and how we try to create home wherever we go just by bringing our computers or cell phones with us. She said walking toys are essential to a child’s development because they grant the freedom to go places and explore, while holding on to home.
When a man asked why his four-year-old granddaughter liked to play hide and seek, Edith stepped
Playing hide and seek is about getting away. About having an adventure. About getting lost.
And there is nothing more thrilling than to venture out,
then found, and brought back home.
As a writer I couldn’t help but think, “That’s story in a three-act structure.”
We aren’t wired for story.
We’re wired for adventure.
Because we can speak and write, story is what we do with that adventure once we get home.
Since the dawn of language we have loved to tell our stories. In fact, we often like to tell other people’s stories. We tell them over and over again, recording the details, reliving the event through the emotions, so we can make sense of our world. Because it’s in our basic nature as curious human beings to venture out, explore, experiment— even suffer—and then make our way home, it’s no wonder we know when a story is a good one. A good story satiates on a gut level.
But in order to tell the story, first we must have the adventure. And the adventure must be greater than the story, so the words forever aspire to the story’s truth.
I have decided there is no such thing as writer’s block; there is only a lack of adventure. As writers, we need to put ourselves out on a limb on a regular basis. That limb can be physical, intellectual or spiritual, but it must stir us up inside because emotions are the key to every story; and emotions, like muscles, go weak when they lie fallow.
With this thought in mind, I signed up for a collage class. It doesn’t sound like much of an adventure when I can still recall the thin plastic bags fluttering like membranes around the reams of Honduran bananas, but I hadn’t made anything with my hands in nearly twenty years, I didn’t know any of the other women, and the idea of an art class ignited a familiar fear of inadequacy.
Funny what can happen on a cloudy, Sunday afternoon, lost in thought, busy with scissors and a glue
With a revived desire to make something out of nothing, “nothing” has become extraordinary. Empty toilet paper rolls, scraps of paper and packing materials suddenly have that same magical draw they did when I was six. As my bin of collage materials fills up, so does my mind—with a new idea for a short story, the sparks of a YA novel, this essay, and, of all things, an original cartoon about dinosaurs.
The answer to lost creativity isn’t as simple as the more you do the more you can do. It’s the more you venture out, the more ways you see the world, the more you want to know, the more you surge with emotion, the more stories you have to tell.
But you don’t have to climb mountains or jump out of airplanes to find adventure, you just have to step across a threshold to a place—especially an emotional place— you’ve never been before. Dangerous, risky or merely new, your adventure will not only be a story in itself, it will beget stories.
Afterward, you simply have to find your way home to write them down.