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Category: Writing

  • Write what you know…OR do this…

    I just started reading the Writer’s Digest Guide to Magazine Article Writing by Kerrie Flanagan. I’m barely into the book, but I read a sentence that stopped me in my tracks and I can’t stop thinking about it.

    First of all, a little background. I’ve been a writer for years. Well, for years I was a non-writing writer. And then I was a sporadically writing writer. And now I’m a writer who writes for his day job and also writes a little on the side but wants to write a lot MORE on the side.

    I’m a nonfiction addict, too. I gravitate to writers like John McPhee, who held me rapt for more than 700 pages on the subject of geography in his Annals of the Former World; Gay Talese, whose ability to parse even the smallest of details just astounds me; Chuck Klosterman, a pop culture addict like myself who can wax philosophical about anything, including heavy metal music; Lester Bangs, whose music criticism leaps off the page, slaps you around and leaves you wanting more; J.R. Moehringer, whose ability to tell a true story is absolutely devastating; William Finnegan, whose book Barbarian Days just hypnotized me and pulled me into an appreciation for the art and craft of surfing I’d never considered before.

    These are just a few of the people I want to emulate. I want to be like them. I want to write like them. John McPhee alone has written books about a tennis game, about transportation, about Bill Bradley, about oranges. The man could write about insurance and I’d read every word.

    I guess what I’m saying is that I want to be able to write like these people, but when I sit down to the blank page, when I think about a subject that would command my attention for the years it would require to write a book — something I’ve dreamed of doing for years — I clam up. “I don’t know what to write about,” I think to myself.

    And then the sage advice comes to mind, known and repeated by anyone who’s ever even glanced at a writing book or searched for writing help on YouTube — “write what you know.”

    But then I started reading this book. And here’s what Flanagan says…

    “There’s advice floating around that says, write what you know, but that should be expanded to write what you want to know.”

    It seems so simple, but it absolutely blew my mind.

    When I think about what I want to write about, I feel like I should be an expert on what I’m writing, that I should be an authority before I put fingers to keys.

    But with Flanagan’s advice, I can just chase my curiosity — something that again sounds rudimentary, but I never considered.

    And I am curious. One of the things I love about working for a university is that I’m constantly writing stories about things I’ve never heard of before.

    I’ve written stories about algal turf scrubbers. I’ve written stories about nanofibers that can deliver cancer medications to specific areas of the body. I’ve written about interesting people who’ve succeeded in their lives, and I’ve written about people who had to experience abject failure before they found their path.

    Following my curiosity is something I love to do. It’s why I read as widely as I do. It’s why I love journalism and the journalists who create these riveting stories. And I want it to become the thing that drives me to realize the writing life I’m after.

    So if you’ve ever been stuck like I am, take this great advice. Don’t just write what you know. Write what you WANT to know and see where it takes you.

  • Does great writing do this to you?

    A late night Twitter gush from yours truly…

    I’m struggling to articulate what I’m feeling tonight. I feel like I’m drunk. Do you ever feel that way about great writing?

    I haven’t even read anything life-changing. I mean, it’s the introduction to “The Best American Sports Writing 2013” by J.R. Moehringer. I doubt he intended it to be the pinnacle of his writing career.

    But I don’t know. I honestly started to skip it. I mean, why read the introduction, right? “Eh, do it anyway,” I thought. “Give the guy a shot.” Or maybe it was just the OCD in me that says, “Have you REALLY read the entire book if you haven’t read the intro?”

    But I was drawn in with a story, excited by the rhythm and the choice of the words, enchanted by the ideas. Good writing…it just leads you…like a lover that gently takes your hand and walks you into a pecan grove.

    I don’t know why I’m waxing poetic about an introduction. I guess I just realize how fragile and special a thing it is to write well. It’s a talent — scratch that. It’s a hard-won CRAFT that doesn’t get the respect it deserves.

    And in this age of snippets and sound bites and content vomit — when even the leader of the world can barely string sentences together — good writing is just RAPTURE.

    Maybe that’s what I’m feeling. Rapture. When you see the craft of something and you acknowledge it and you truly BEHOLD it and it makes you want to run grab your notebook and do the same thing.

    Or, in this case, take to Twitter and gush the praises of @JRMoehringer a writer you never read before tonight (but I have a copy of “Open” that I will certainly read soon) in an anthology you picked up for 50 cents at Goodwill.

    Just the joy of this book — this FIND — this little treasure randomly plucked from a shelf in Statesboro, Georgia, of all places, and the joy of the words and the thoughtfulness behind them…I know! I sound drunk!

    But it’s like that sometimes when I read. And I guess I wish everyone could experience that with me. Because language is powerful. It can change you. It can make you laugh or make you see yourself differently. It can alter history.

    And isn’t that just the coolest?!

    Don’t mind me. Now that everyone is staring I’ll just go back to reading my book.

  • Why ‘FAIL’ is my word of the year…and it should be yours, too

    Photo by Daniel McCullough on Unsplash

    I will tell you a secret I’ve been terrified to admit to anyone I know.

    I’ve wanted to write a book — the same book! — since I was fresh out of college. I’ve had the idea for more than 20 years, and the idea has only grown inside me, gnawing at my brain like an urgent, unfinished task.

    So every year for at least the past five or six years I’ve made one of my yearly goals to write this dad-blasted book, and every year I have refused. I was searching for another word there, but I think “refused” hits the nail on the head. I just haven’t done it. I’ve accomplished life-changing things over the same time period, but the book remains unwritten. 

    The reason for this, of course, is fear.

    I will do anything I can to avoid staring at that blank page. I’ll write anything in the world — blog posts like this, even! — that keep me from the task of working on a single chapter. I’m afraid I’m not talented enough. I’m afraid my ideas are stupid. I’m afraid the structure is wrong. I’m afraid the characters aren’t believable. I’m afraid that if I were to foist this would-be book on any reasonable editor or agent they would tell me I should quit while I’m ahead.

    One Word: FAIL

    A few years ago, I read the book “One Word that Can Change Your Life.” 

    The book’s main idea is that instead of making a complicated list of goals, you can instead focus on one word that will galvanize your creativity, imagination and motivation, directing you towards exciting life change.

    While I’m still a guy who needs concrete goals in front of him, I like the idea of having a word or a theme for the year that helps me to craft goals in a specific direction. Some of my friends and respected colleagues posted about their word for the year and how it is helping them focus, and I thought it could be a useful tool to help me finally make traction.

    So after much reflection and consideration, I decided that my word for this year is “FAIL.”

    To many of you, it might sound like a self-defeating mantra. It might sound like a way to purposely sabotage any success I might enjoy this year, as if I’m laying the groundwork to quit yet again with my own preordained blessing.

    I have a different goal in mind, though.

    The results of FEAR

    You see, fear paralyzes. It’s why deer stop dead in their tracks when they see headlights. It’s why victims in horror movies freeze and try not to breathe when they hear a bump in the night. It’s also why insecure writers like me don’t put pen to paper.

    The fear allows me to rationalize: to read a book about writing instead of writing, to tell myself I’m just not ready yet, to make plans and gather notes and do busywork while I avoid writing the book I’ve always wanted to write.

    When I tell myself to FAIL, I’m telling myself to ACT.

    Theodore Roosevelt wisely said, “It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.” I’m getting to the age where I’m considering what it will be like to lay on my deathbed filled with regret, and I can’t stomach the reality of an unfulfilled life.

    If I’m going to make a dent in this world or leave anything worthy of my efforts, I have to be willing and prepared to FAIL at it. No writer ever stirred the human heart with a blank page.

    There, I’ve confessed.

    Now, go and fail likewise.