Breathe in, breathe out.
Feb. 13th, 2006 08:23 amOne of the editors who bought a story of mine has asked for a blurb about its inspiration and difficulties in writing it. And I'm sitting here going, "uhhh...it came from my head...and then I wrote it down on the page...and now you're publishing it. Good story, huh?"
Look, this is what my brain does, all right? Pattern recognition, pattern creation. There was a guy wearing a funny hat on BART once, and that's why I wrote the story in question. The series of stories in question, actually. It wasn't a really ultimately strange hat with cuckoo-clock mechanisms and solar power. It was just a hat that was shaped slightly strangely and cast a slightly pointy shadow, and this is the third story in that series I've sold, and I've written a fourth, and I can promise there will be more. Because of a hat. Does this make sense? No, of course it doesn't make sense. You can't ask writers to go around making sense all the time. Inspiration is breathing. You learn to see story things the way you breathe. It's not the only way, but it's certainly one way, and then you come back and say, "Well...I read this book about Russian art...and two of the Fabergés' assistants were Swedish Finns...and now I have two books and three short stories and more on the way." Do you think I've skipped a step there? Because that's roughly how the brain worked, with "and then a miracle occurs" right smack in the middle there. And I think that's always how the writerbrain works. A big leap happens somewhere, or you never get to secret planets of predictive mathematicians in the kinda-Roman Empire or to Trollopian dragons or to aliens whose gender isn't the same for very long. Sometimes you can say something like, "Oh, I thought that it was a scorpion on the back of CJ's bathroom door, but actually it was a lobster. It was the hanging hook that made me think it was a scorpion, you see?" And then you smile as though you've said something helpful, and everyone else smiles as if you might get loose at any minute, and you try, with a wrench, to restart the conversation with no one understanding the essential step any better than they did before.
And the difficulties in writing it? This question really baffles me. I had to think of the right words and put them in the right order. Like you do. That is as hard and as easy as it ever gets.
Perhaps I am just obtuse. This is a possibility never to be neglected.
Look, this is what my brain does, all right? Pattern recognition, pattern creation. There was a guy wearing a funny hat on BART once, and that's why I wrote the story in question. The series of stories in question, actually. It wasn't a really ultimately strange hat with cuckoo-clock mechanisms and solar power. It was just a hat that was shaped slightly strangely and cast a slightly pointy shadow, and this is the third story in that series I've sold, and I've written a fourth, and I can promise there will be more. Because of a hat. Does this make sense? No, of course it doesn't make sense. You can't ask writers to go around making sense all the time. Inspiration is breathing. You learn to see story things the way you breathe. It's not the only way, but it's certainly one way, and then you come back and say, "Well...I read this book about Russian art...and two of the Fabergés' assistants were Swedish Finns...and now I have two books and three short stories and more on the way." Do you think I've skipped a step there? Because that's roughly how the brain worked, with "and then a miracle occurs" right smack in the middle there. And I think that's always how the writerbrain works. A big leap happens somewhere, or you never get to secret planets of predictive mathematicians in the kinda-Roman Empire or to Trollopian dragons or to aliens whose gender isn't the same for very long. Sometimes you can say something like, "Oh, I thought that it was a scorpion on the back of CJ's bathroom door, but actually it was a lobster. It was the hanging hook that made me think it was a scorpion, you see?" And then you smile as though you've said something helpful, and everyone else smiles as if you might get loose at any minute, and you try, with a wrench, to restart the conversation with no one understanding the essential step any better than they did before.
And the difficulties in writing it? This question really baffles me. I had to think of the right words and put them in the right order. Like you do. That is as hard and as easy as it ever gets.
Perhaps I am just obtuse. This is a possibility never to be neglected.
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Date: 2006-02-13 02:48 pm (UTC)Well, isn't that an answer to the inspiration part?
I don't write fiction, but it seems to me that some difficulties might be the need to solve point A without destroying point B, to create a believable--and more so, a sympathetic--character with a viewpoint or values totally contrary to the author's, to write about a topic fraught with emotional significance for the author (for example, if I wrote fiction, I doubt that I could ever write about bad things happening to the children of a character--just some anonymous children, perhaps, but not to the children of an identified parent in the story).
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Date: 2006-02-13 04:27 pm (UTC)I'm sure that the willingness to self-reveal varies greatly with the author. For myself (I tend to be pretty far down on the self-revealing end of the scale), I find it hard to imagine anything that I would write, about which I wouldn't be willing to discuss its origins in or relevance to my own experience. Not that anyone would be likely to be interested ...
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Date: 2006-02-13 03:07 pm (UTC)Alternately, Stephen King says he makes stuff up when people ask him these questions.
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Date: 2006-02-13 04:49 pm (UTC)I say, blame it on the scorpions. Scorpions are always good for a little blame.
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:06 pm (UTC)"...I turn to the next thing we have been asked to cover in these essays: "Discuss in terms of the subject assigned, your own story in the collection.
"I have never read any writer seriously discussing the creation of his own work, be in Mann or Borges, Yeats or Valery, who did not, at least for the duration of the discussion, seem a slightly smaller person; and the work under discussion, at least momentariy, a slightly smaller work. Looking at my own modest entry here, I am simply afraid that, with any diminution at all, it might vanish. On these grounds, then, I ask to be excused."
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:27 pm (UTC)What I eventually wrote was so mind-bogglingly stupid that I don't even want to think about it.
Essentially, however, I just blamed the main character. Perhaps you can blame the hat and have done with it. Also, if you don't talk about the difficulties of writing the story, it's possible that nobody will notice. Then again, I hoped that about my assertion that I did it for the money.
It can help to remind yourself that you really cannot tell the truth of those questions in the format provided, and just approximate; unfortunately, people who want to write and people who want to pronounce about writing will pore over such little end-of-story editor-commissioned paragraphs and concoct fantastic theoris about the Psyche of the Writer that nobody will be able to disabuse them of ever again.
This isn't helping, is it?
P.
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Date: 2006-02-13 08:13 pm (UTC)I just love this post, because it explains exactly how I get my ideas (and even better than I might have explained it). It just happens, all of a sudden something familiar becomes strange, and pow, idea. Or two things just suddenly click together. I don't know, it's all very weird.
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