Heart, Sass & Soul. Greta Solomon
is a work in progress.) But I am a writer, teacher, and creative writing coach. I’ve also lived a rich and varied life, and I’d like to share what I’ve learned. And it’s perhaps surprising that I want to do this, as I grew up wanting to hide. In fact, I think “easily embarrassed” is a phrase that accurately sums up my early childhood.
But over time I became adept at hiding in plain sight—on stages and in auditoriums. I sang, danced, ran, jumped, and played music. I was Deputy Head Girl in middle school and Head Girl in high school. One friend nicknamed me “shiny happy person” after the REM song. Yes, I smiled a lot, and I had a shiny forehead—something I thankfully seem to have grown out of. I smiled and mixed, and all the while I hid. I mean, I was outwardly positive and friendly. I got along. But inside I felt that no one really understood who I was.
So, I wrote—songs at first. It was 1988, and I would listen to Madonna songs on repeat on my tinny cassette player and write down all the lyrics. Then I would pick them apart to figure out the structure and why this rhymed with that, and so on.
I became a little nine-year-old connoisseur of love songs. I wrote and wrote about love and loss, love and loss—the two themes that define most adult lives. But I also started to realize that writing could be powerful, because it could help me to speak up for myself. So I started to put my thoughts on paper in other ways. I wrote letters to my favorite magazines, Hi! and Look-In, and got such a buzz when they were actually published.
Here’s an example of one where I gushed about my favorite TV program: “I think the Wide Awake Club is brilliant. The bed-making competition is fantastic. I think the WAC team must be rich, because they give such a lot of prizes away.” I mean, it was hardly Shakespeare, but it gave me a taste for the power of words.
Since those days, I’ve written and written and written: two nonfiction books (including this one); a novel (currently unfinished); thousands of articles (some published in magazines, some stuffed in drawers, some languishing on old hard drives); morning pages (three pages of stream of consciousness writing, first thing—as inspired by Julia Cameron); poems; more songs; blog posts; press releases, newsletters, speeches, award entries, and articles as a director at a business-to-business PR consultancy; journals; affirmations; shopping lists (both literal and spiritual); and scribbles here, there, and everywhere.
I continued to ask for things. For instance, after I graduated from university, I wrote letters to virtually every women’s magazine in London, asking for a work experience placement. A couple took me up on my offer, and that’s how I became a journalist.
I realized that through writing, I could ask for things that I wouldn’t dare to speak out loud. Better still, I could write things into existence: things that were never there before, except for wishes or dreams in my head.
Writing unlocked so many doors for me (and not just because I became a journalist who got paid to interview celebrities, go to events, and drink champagne at parties). I think it was because I continued to write to people and ask for what I wanted. And when there were very dark, difficult times, writing was a helpful friend. In the year that I turned thirty-one, my mother committed suicide, and I wrote reams and reams about my feelings, which allowed healing goodness to flow. It was highly therapeutic, and those hours and hours of writing helped me to chart a new path.
A Safe Space to Open Your Heart
Writing allows you to be quiet enough to listen for the signs and serendipities that can guide you toward your highest self. Bad stuff will happen, and we desperately need a way to make sense of it. Writing can help you do that.
I’ll never forget the words of Yair Sagy, an openhearted healer and teacher I met while taking part in a juice fast. He said, “Your heart has remained open because you’re a writer, because you’ve been consistently writing throughout your life.” Yes, I hid everywhere—except on the page. It was all there, written in ink, and it showed me the way time and time again.
I don’t know if you’re also the type to hide. But I’ll bet that you’re the type who wants a little bit more. But to get “more,” you’ve got to go within. Writing is my way of doing it. For some, it’s yoga or meditation, or painting or sculpting. For others, it’s a weekly trip to a farmer’s market and then back home to cook up a delight. Maybe for you it’s a wonderful pick and mix of this and more.
For me, writing brings me back home. I love writing. I love words, their potential, and the goodness they can bring into life. They can heal, help, and harmonize. They can find a way when there is no way.
But what if you feel blocked and stifled? What if you write, but you never really say what you need to say?
Well, I’ve been there.
For my first six or seven years of being a journalist, I couldn’t freely express myself when writing. There’s a quote by “Red” Smith that I love. When asked about how he got his newspaper column done every week, he said, “You just sit at your typewriter until little drops of blood appear on your forehead.” That’s how it was for me too.
I was “good” at writing, but it came at a huge price for me. It simply wasn’t easy. My block (or my writing personality) was governed by fear. (We’ll look at this more in Chapter 1, and you’ll figure out which kind of writing personality you have.) I used to leave all my writing until the last minute and only get it done through fear: fear of losing my job or of losing my colleagues’ respect. There was so much strain and pressure that it was exhausting.
There was one time where my writing personality worked against me in a big way. My first journalism job was at a businesswomen’s magazine. It was the kind of place where you worked for a year or two as a deputy editor straight out of journalism school before moving on. While looking for my next gig, I was invited by IPC Media (now part of Time Inc.) to interview for a position at a new women’s lifestyle magazine that was launching. I was invited to a trial day, and all was going well until I was asked to write a sample feature. And I just couldn’t do it. I kept crossing out and rewriting sentences. I couldn’t decide on the angle, the introduction, or anything for that matter. In the end, I submitted a paragraph. Yes—just one paragraph. I will never forget the look on the editors’ faces. I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was mortifying.
Ironically, my next job (which I got a few weeks later) was in the same building. I was hired as a features writer at another women’s magazine, covering someone’s maternity leave. I was twenty-three, and on paper it was the dream job. I should have been having the time of my life. But I didn’t feel authentic, and I felt creatively blocked. I didn’t have the easy flow of ideas that I have now. I didn’t feel that I had a voice. And I felt like I was on a conveyor belt, churning out articles. I just didn’t feel creative.
So when my contract was up, I went freelance as a journalist, cranking out articles for newspapers and magazines in my force-driven way. But crucially, I decided to explore my creativity and see where it led. I enrolled at a London drama school and starred in adverts and short films. I became a travel writer and explored health and wellness. I did voice and improvisation classes. I wrote lots of songs and poems and got some of them published.
All of these experiences helped with my self-expression. But things really shifted for me four years later when I began studying lyric writing at Berklee College of Music.
The first thing we learned was a technique called object writing, which is something that songwriters use to help them get raw material for songs. And it was life-changing. I will introduce you to this technique later in this book and show you how you can put it into practice in your everyday life. What’s for sure is that object writing opened me up and I was finally able to write freely and expressively. And this way of writing crossed over into my journalism work and all the other writing work I did after that.
After undergoing such a transformation, I realized that I wanted to train as a life coach and teacher and teach people to write. I started off tutoring students. I taught them object writing and other self-expression and writing techniques I’d learned while earning my lyric writing diploma. And it was a big hit. I got a reputation for turning C students into A students because they became self-expressed writers. And I turned my methods