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With Age Comes Perspective… and a Shift in What is Important

Not long ago, I wrote about the incomparable Neil Gaiman and the profound impact his artistry has had on my own, and my life in general. Last night I finished “Fragile Things,” which I recommend to anyone with eyes and the ability to read, and after pondering it in the world of Dream as well as Waking, I picked up “Duma Key” by Stephen King. It was a simple gesture – nothing more than “the next book to read,” but when I cracked it open and read the brief prologue, “How to Draw a Picture (I),” a rush of realization and emotion washed over me, and something never before understood, a knot unraveling, became clear. There is a simple sentence in that prologue describing a man sitting (or perhaps lying) in bed at night, staring up at the darkness of his ceiling, that when I read, I realized that what was playing on the silver-screen of my mind was far more than what was scribed upon the page. I was feeling the texture of the sheets, the firmness of the bed. I could hear the waves crashing on the shore, and smell the salt in the air. And all of this came together, revealing that it was Stephen King who taught me HOW to write.  It was he who threw me so deeply into the vortex of my mind’s eye that I was viscerally experiencing the worlds he crafted around me, and it is that vantage from which ALL of my “good” writing comes.

When I am writing just about anything, if I am doing it “right” (or at least in the manner which feels the most powerful), I find myself standing amidst the story I am telling. A silent, non-corporeal observer who merely recounts the events that unfold before my eyes. When the writing is best I have no hand in the telling, but am rather a documentarian of what has already come to be in a world that exists only between neural pathways of a human brain. And I now realize, in the mundane action of picking up a book, that Stephen King is solely responsible for teaching me that method. A by-product of the genius of his storytelling, and aside from my wife and children, the most magnificent boon I have ever received.

Now, as I grow older, these sorts of revelations become more interesting and meaningful.  Introspection is the game of older (wo)men, and being a dedicated guardian of my child-spirit, it has not come easily to me.  But these moments, when lucidity descends upon my otherwise-chaotic mind, I feel deeply in touch with the divinity within, and am sure, that at some point along my path, things will all begin to make sense.

Neil Gaiman is My GOD

I began writing when I was a wee lad of seven, inspired by a particularly effective "gifted students" teacher, who took her class of five or six would-be wunderkinder, sat them in a dark classroom lit only by the overhead projector upon which she had place a glass bowl of water. We were instructed to write what we saw or felt just before she began dripping oil and food coloring into the water.

My mind suddenly exploded in an almost-frightening fit of creative energy, and before I realized what I was doing, I had scribed a page and a half long story of archetypal Good vs. Evil. I didn’t know if I had accomplished what I was supposed to in the eyes of the teacher, but I knew that what had happened was one of the most magnificent experiences of my life, and something I would spend the rest of my days seeking in one form or another.

It was a matter of days before I dug out my grandmothers old Royal typewriter and began writing my first collection of stories. From there I dabbled in a variety of genres, until eventually, tremendously inspired by Edgar Allan Poe and Howard Phillips Lovecraft, I turned to dark stories of the macabre, and horror-fiction. It was around this time that my love-affair with Stephen King began, and I devoured everything I could get my hands on of his, to the point that I was rarely without a King book in my hand, my school locker, my car, etc. My writing reflected my influences to the point of outright emulation, and so it has been ever since.

I have ventured into other realms; poetry and non-fiction, fantasy and sci-fi, technical writing and dissertations, but were I to sit down and allow my hand to scrawl across the page, it would, undoubtedly, produce some "danse macabre." Most recently my writing has been almost exclusively for the screen (aside from these blog entries, of course), and I have found myself uninspired to write in any other form.

Then along came Neil Gaiman.  I admit, embarrassingly, being a bit of a late-comer to his fandom, but my passion is right up there with the best of them.  I was awed and fascinated, humbled and frightened, and sometimes just downright devastated by the collected "Sandman" works.  Neil, dare I use the familiar… MR. GAIMAN, writes with such grace and command of language, and his tales ripple with hints of history, and allusions to literature, and the glory of those long-forgotten days when the pen was the sharpest of all weapons, and reading him often makes me feel untalented and unworthy of calling myself a writer because that is what HE is and I am not even in the same stadium that he is playing ball in.

There is a long, thin blade, about the diameter of a pencil lead, that pierces my heart like the loss of a lover when I read and finish a Neil Gaiman story.  It is another sort of "little death" – both exhilarating and annihilating all at once.  Every time I finish reading something of his, I am inspired to… do SOMETHING… sometimes write, sometimes paint, sometimes just take a walk and let it all sink in so I don’t miss a single delectable word in the tale.

And this is how I wish to touch the world.  Through the beauty and glory of recounting our flaws and foibles as well as our grace and brilliance, through stories.  Of the stage and page, screen and sound, voice and body.  For me, there is no higher calling, and if I get to traverse the same road that Neil Gaiman has trod, I will surely seek his footsteps to guide me to whatever destination awaits me.

So here I sit, gasping for breath as I am crushed by the gravity of "Fragile Things" and fearful of the "American Gods" whom I’ve yet to meet.  But "Good Omens" portend "Stardust" in my future, which I pray be guided by "Angels and Visitations" until I might, one day, reach the pinnacle of storytelling genius that he has so deftly elevated to dizzying heights and rarefied atmosphere.

Met Lew Hunter!

I had the opportunity to go see Lew Hunter (of UCLA’s famed screenwriting program, as well as instructor and author of “Screenwriting 434”) speak on the 18th! He was terrific, although the class was very, very elementary. The thing that makes him great is that he is such an every-man, and his language and tales from the trenches make it seem as though you really can accomplish your dreams of being a successful screenwriter.

Contrast that to say, Harlan Ellison, who unless you have 60,000 word vocabulary and speak in nothing but 4-10 syllable words you are an idiot (and he will let you know it on the spot). Sorry, Harlan. You are still one of my idols, but man, do you have sharp teeth.

At any rate, Lew quoted Nelson Mandela’s inaugural speech, which contained a passage that resonated with me tremendously. I later found out that the passage has been mis-attributed to President Mandela, and is actually the work of Marianne Williamson from her book, “A Return to Love”.

The quote was this: “‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.’ We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
(A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”, Harper Collins, 1992. From Chapter 7, Section 3])

Several years ago, I said something that seems to encapsulate the essence of this very passage, and now, FWIW, I give it to you:

Dare to dream, but have the courage to succeed.

Go forth all and fulfill your dreams and destinies to the hilt for the world needs greatness at ANY cost.

Wisdom from My Own Personal Pantheon

Here are a few of my favorite quotes from a few of my favorite authors and influences.  Some of these, surely, are, by now, a part of virtually any educated writer’s DNA, but others are still gems worth bringing back into consciousness.  I will start with a simple mantra from my years at Writer’s Boot Camp:

The secret to writing is… WRITING!

 

Neil Gaiman:

  1. Write
  2. Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.
  3. Finish what you’re writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.
  4. Put it aside. Read it pretending you’ve never read it before. Show it to friends whose opinion you respect and who like the kind of thing that this is.
  5. Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.
  6. Fix it. Remember that, sooner or later, before it ever reaches perfection, you will have to let it go and move on and start to write the next thing. Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.
  7. Laugh at your own jokes.
  8. The main rule of writing is that if you do it with enough assurance and confidence, you’re allowed to do whatever you like. (That may be a rule for life as well as for writing. But it’s definitely true for writing.) So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it ­honestly, and tell it as best you can. I’m not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.

Stephen King:

  • Be talented

This, of course, is the killer. What is talent? I can hear someone shouting, and here we are, ready to get into a discussion right up there with “what is the meaning of life?” for weighty pronouncements and total uselessness. For the purposes of the beginning writer, talent may as well be defined as eventual success – publication and money. If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.

Now some of you are really hollering. Some of you are calling me one crass money-fixated creep. And some of you are calling me bad names. Are you calling Harold Robbins talented? someone in one of the Great English Departments of America is screeching. V.C. Andrews? Theodore Dreiser? Or what about you, you dyslexic moron?

Nonsense. Worse than nonsense, off the subject. We’re not talking about good or bad here. I’m interested in telling you how to get your stuff published, not in critical judgments of who’s good or bad. As a rule the critical judgments come after the check’s been spent, anyway. I have my own opinions, but most times I keep them to myself. People who are published steadily and are paid for what they are writing may be either saints or trollops, but they are clearly reaching a great many someones who want what they have. Ergo, they are communicating. Ergo, they are talented. The biggest part of writing successfully is being talented, and in the context of marketing, the only bad writer is one who doesn’t get paid. If you’re not talented, you won’t succeed. And if you’re not succeeding, you should know when to quit.

When is that? I don’t know. It’s different for each writer. Not after six rejection slips, certainly, nor after sixty. But after six hundred? Maybe. After six thousand? My friend, after six thousand pinks, it’s time you tried painting or computer programming.

Further, almost every aspiring writer knows when he is getting warmer – you start getting little jotted notes on your rejection slips, or personal letters . . . maybe a commiserating phone call. It’s lonely out there in the cold, but there are encouraging voices … unless there is nothing in your words which warrants encouragement. I think you owe it to yourself to skip as much of the self-illusion as possible. If your eyes are open, you’ll know which way to go … or when to turn back.

  • Be neat

Type. Double-space. Use a nice heavy white paper, never that erasable onion-skin stuff. If you’ve marked up your manuscript a lot, do another draft.

  • Be self-critical

If you haven’t marked up your manuscript a lot, you did a lazy job. Only God gets things right the first time. Don’t be a slob.

  • Remove every extraneous word

You want to get up on a soapbox and preach? Fine. Get one and try your local park. You want to write for money? Get to the point. And if you remove all the excess garbage and discover you can’t find the point, tear up what you wrote and start all over again . . . or try something new.

  • Never look at a reference book while doing a first draft

You want to write a story? Fine. Put away your dictionary, your encyclopedias, your World Almanac, and your thesaurus. Better yet, throw your thesaurus into the wastebasket. The only things creepier than a thesaurus are those little paperbacks college students too lazy to read the assigned novels buy around exam time. Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule. You think you might have misspelled a word? O.K., so here is your choice: either look it up in the dictionary, thereby making sure you have it right – and breaking your train of thought and the writer’s trance in the bargain – or just spell it phonetically and correct it later. Why not? Did you think it was going to go somewhere? And if you need to know the largest city in Brazil and you find you don’t have it in your head, why not write in Miami, or Cleveland? You can check it … but later. When you sit down to write, write. Don’t do anything else except go to the bathroom, and only do that if it absolutely cannot be put off.

  • Know the markets

Only a dimwit would send a story about giant vampire bats surrounding a high school to McCall’s. Only a dimwit would send a tender story about a mother and daughter making up their differences on Christmas Eve to Playboy … but people do it all the time. I’m not exaggerating; I have seen such stories in the slush piles of the actual magazines. If you write a good story, why send it out in an ignorant fashion? Would you send your kid out in a snowstorm dressed in Bermuda shorts and a tank top? If you like science fiction, read the magazines. If you want to write confession stories, read the magazines. And so on. It isn’t just a matter of knowing what’s right for the present story; you can begin to catch on, after awhile, to overall rhythms, editorial likes and dislikes, a magazine’s entire slant. Sometimes your reading can influence the next story, and create a sale.

  • Write to entertain

Does this mean you can’t write “serious fiction”? It does not. Somewhere along the line pernicious critics have invested the American reading and writing public with the idea that entertaining fiction and serious ideas do not overlap. This would have surprised Charles Dickens, not to mention Jane Austen, John Steinbeck, William Faulkner, Bernard Malamud, and hundreds of others. But your serious ideas must always serve your story, not the other way around. I repeat: if you want to preach, get a soapbox.

  • Ask yourself frequently, “Am I having fun?”

The answer needn’t always be yes. But if it’s always no, it’s time for a new project or a new career.

  • How to evaluate criticism

Show your piece to a number of people – ten, let us say. Listen carefully to what they tell you. Smile and nod a lot. Then review what was said very carefully. If your critics are all telling you the same thing about some facet of your story – a plot twist that doesn’t work, a character who rings false, stilted narrative, or half a dozen other possibles – change that facet. It doesn’t matter if you really liked that twist of that character; if a lot of people are telling you something is wrong with you piece, it is. If seven or eight of them are hitting on that same thing, I’d still suggest changing it. But if everyone – or even most everyone – is criticizing something different, you can safely disregard what all of them say.

  • Observe all rules for proper submission

Return postage, self-addressed envelope, all of that.

  • An agent? Forget it. For now

Agents get 10% of monies earned by their clients. 10% of nothing is nothing. Agents also have to pay the rent. Beginning writers do not contribute to that or any other necessity of life. Flog your stories around yourself. If you’ve done a novel, send around query letters to publishers, one by one, and follow up with sample chapters and/or the manuscript complete. And remember Stephen King’s First Rule of Writers and Agents, learned by bitter personal experience: You don’t need one until you’re making enough for someone to steal … and if you’re making that much, you’ll be able to take your pick of good agents.

  • If it’s bad, kill it

When it comes to people, mercy killing is against the law. When it comes to fiction, it is the law.

Kurt Vonnegut:

  1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
  2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
  3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
  4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.
  5. Start as close to the end as possible.
  6. Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them-in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
  7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
  8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

John Steinbeck:

  1. Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.
  2. Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.
  3. Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
  4. If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.
  5. Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.
  6. If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.