Thursday, October 18, 2012

When Is a Writer Like a Tree?

In Houston, green leaves still hold tight to oaks, but walkers in the urban forest crunch acorns underfoot. In some places, the blanket of fallen nuts is so dense, I'd swear I was tromping along a pebble path. A recent article in the Houston Chronicle bore this headline: "Drought May Have Spurred a Deluge of Acorns" and explained the bumper crop.

Locally, oak trees are dropping acorns at five to ten times the normal rate, a phenomenon called a "mast" year. "We often see increased production in mast when we are experiencing drought, especially like the one we had last year," Matthew Weaver, a regional urban forester with the Texas A&M Forest Service, told the Chronicle. "The trees are trying to perpetuate their species so they expend energy in producing their seed."

Because Mother Nature doesn't rachet up squirrels' birth rate to match the acorn surplus, a percentage of this year's nuts won't be consumed—and thus get a chance to grow into mighty oaks—and replace the trees killed by lack of water.

I've had to tweak the images I carry in my mind's eye of drought-stressed trees from the summer of 2011. I still see their wilted, stunted leaves, but now I imagine what's going on beneath the surface. The trees are holding on, doing what has to be done, and preparing for an eventual acorn overdrive.  

Like trees, writers endure drought years. For months on end, we may only eke out work--and it may only earn a tepid response. We battle self-doubt, writer's block, and commitments that gobble our writing time. We may have lost an editor or been cut loose by a publisher. Shrinking advances and royalties make us to question ourselves and our writing.

Yet, if we hold on, do what has to be done and keep tapping on the keyboard--even when we have to fight for each word and the time to write it--we set ourselves up for a mast year.

Are mast years predictable? Sadly, no. They don't always follow droughts and may appear two years running then not again for a decade.

That unpredictability confounds a lot of writers, but if oaks weather it, why not us? "Fortune favors the prepared mind," wrote scientist Louis Pasteur, supposedly in reponse to colleagues who dismissed his discovery of pasteurization as pure luck. As long as we keep learning and producing, we'll have something to sell when fortune favors us.

Next time you despair of finishing the work in progress or getting your first or another book deal, go outside and gather acorns. Remember, this year's bounty came from trees that survived on sips of water during a hotter-than-usual summer. When you're tempted to complain that publishing's changing and you can't keep up, think of trees girding themselves for global warming.

Trees and writers that survive hard times will see their efforts bear fruit.
  

15 comments:

Coleen Patrick said...

Love the uplifting message Pat! I will especially think of it when I step outside and see the trees! Thanks :)

Pat O'Dea Rosen said...

Thank YOU, Coleen. This morning, I picked up an acorn and put it in my pocket to remind me of what's possible. The acorn's now on my desk.

Jennette Marie Powell said...

Cool analogy! I never knew that about oak trees.

Patricia Rickrode w/a Jansen Schmidt said...

What a great analogy, Pat! I've had a drought year this one, so hopefully next year I'll drop lots of acorns! (That's a good thing right?)

Patricia Rickrode
w/a Jansen Schmidt

Lark Howard said...

Excellent analogy, Pat! Unfortunately I keep getting hit on the head when I drive through my Live Oak lined neighborhood with the top down on my car. Hmmmm. Thinking there's a poignant message there. too.

Sheila Seabrook said...

I love oak trees but we don't have them in my little part of the world. Therefore I won't experience the massive acorns dropping. But I can picture you walking through them (and Lark getting hit on the head -- ouch!).

And I can relate to the ebb and flow of the writer's seasons. This is a great reminder to keep working at what we do, fingers on keyboard, butt in chair. Thanks for the pick-me-up post today, Pat. :)

Pat O'Dea Rosen said...

Hi, Jennette,
I think I knew and forgot about mast years. The fact they exist makes drought years a little more bearable.

Pat O'Dea Rosen said...

Hi, Jansen/Patricia,
You WILL reap the fruit of your labors, but I can't promise when the mast year will come. When it does, watch out for falling acorns!

Pat O'Dea Rosen said...

Ouch, Lark! It's no fun to get pinged by a falling acorn. There's a message in it for you, all right. Acorn to Lark: Your stories have the ability to jolt readers out of complacency. Keep writing and you won't get hurt.

Pat O'Dea Rosen said...

Shoot, Sheila, you don't have oak trees? Is it because of the elevation or the temperatures? Do you have mostly fir trees? Gah!There's so much I don't know.

Louise Behiel said...

Lovely post, Pat and a useful analogy. thanks for the visual images.

Pat O'Dea Rosen said...

Hi, Louise! I'll never look at an acorn the same way again.

Lynette M Burrows said...

Great post, Pat! Hopefully I'm due for a mast year in the very near future.

Pat O'Dea Rosen said...

You're due, Lynette. It's just a matter of time.

Um, Jansen/Patricia wants me to point out she's ahead of you in line.

August McLaughlin said...

Acorns! I love it. What a great way to turn despair or frustration into a reminder that all will be well. Thanks for the inspiration, Pat!