U of J: Writing 301
August 2nd, 2010U of J Creative Writing Course List:
Orientation
101, Basic Technique
201, Advanced Technique
301, Theory
401, Practice
Welcome to Writing 301, Theory. TENES NVNC TENEBERIS. This is the writing you do when you’re not actually writing. That is to say, when you’re not drafting. It pertains in part to style, in part to your attitude and general approach to the craft. These are strengths you will accumulate over time. By practice and reflection, mostly, but also by study. When you draft you’re putting theory to the test. Then you alter the theory according to how pleased you are with the results, and try again. In this way theory empowers technique, and technique proves and refines theory.
- Balance, I
The idea of balance is so broad and already-implicit in these courses that I hesitate to address it openly. Nevertheless it bears addressing. So far we’ve examined a number of elements of style. In order to write well we must not only master each element, but master their use in concert.
At one end of the prose spectrum we have the Hemingway type, exclusive and ascetic. At the other end we have the Faulkner type, involved and prolix. Both were excellent writers. Both styles valid. I happen to believe not all writers fall between. Those who have found their voice do. Those who have not found their voice fall somewhere outside that spectrum. Or below it. Or they just plain fall.
I nearly put quotation marks around found their voice. It is a tremendous cliché in discussing writing, and tremendously vague. But as all clichés it has a legitimate root. It’s an airy-fairy way of saying establish your style. Decide your balance. Each of us has a natural instinct to communicate. Writing is not a natural act, even if storytelling is. When we write and reflect, write and reflect, we’re just as much developing a skill as uncovering that innate storytelling instinct and learning to apply it in artifice.
How heavily do your stories rely on dialogue? Are your best transitions made with description, introspection, flat out scene breaks? How much exposition is too much? How many dots do you prefer to connect for the reader? How remotely or intimately do you like to reveal the setting, be it fictitious or well-known?
The more you refine your style or find your voice, the more comfortable you’ll be writing. Readers are like children. They can sense that shit. When you labour in the dark the reader has no light to guide her. She hits the wall. The wall is you. On the other hand, when you hit your stride, she’s carried along light as a feather in your slipstream. When she gets to The End she’ll have a smoke and hit the book store looking for the sequel.
- Punctuation, II
To carry over from the last section, experiment with punctuation until you find a style for yourself. I gripe about misused semicolons but at least they tend to be misused consistently. I’ve quit reading a lot of books because the author seemed to have no sense of definite function when placing his marks. In one sentence he’d use a semicolon to join independent clauses, in the next sentence a dash. One side note he’d escape with parentheses, the next with commas. Not to mention those sentences rendered labyrinthine by a gamut of marks all thrown in together at cross-purposes.
If you’ve read this far then you know I favour simple, artful prose, in which punctuation is the tiger’s whiskers rather than its stripes. Whether or not I pull it off well is open to debate. In any case your taste may differ. You might adore constructing sentences like puzzles to be solved before the next may be read. You might despise punctuation and compose so as to use as few marks as possible. You might be anywhere in between. So experiment, refine. Be conscious of your use. Be consistent.
- Show vs. Tell, III
This is not so much a further exploration of the subject. I’m satisfied with the coverage in 201. Rather, I’d like to share an analogy which may shed additional light on the subject.
Every work of art that I consider great has the same effect as a Rorschach test. The artwork imitates shapes and colours found in nature. On a canvas or in a book these natural elements are loosed from their moorings in the world, loosed from context. Isolation opens them to interpretation. A rabbit we see in a field on our way home from work is just a rabbit in a field. A rabbit on a canvas may represent something. A rabbit in a David Lynch movie, I get chills just thinking of everything it might convey. How he might use the thing out of its natural context to invoke some reaction in the deep angles our hearts. In the Rorschach test we see these vague, familiar shapes and we tend to assign meaning to them. Did I say we tend to? Hell, we practically line up to assign meaning. Is it because we’re so uncomfortable with the lack of context that we invent order to impose on the chaos? Are we just curious by nature, problem-solvers, seeking patterns or signs? Is it that there is no shape we have not seen, that everything looks like something else no matter how disfigured?
I haven’t got a damned clue. Maybe that’s why I’m still so enamoured of the mystery. Maybe the pattern I’m looking for is the pattern of looking itself. Even that I can’t be sure of, and so much the better. If I knew for certain, then there’d be no surprise left in experiencing new art. No revelation.
The beauty and cosmic terror of the Rorschach test, as Alan Moore so masterfully explored it, is that no matter what we see, no matter why we see it, we can never, ever be 100% certain it’s there.
- Economy, III
As with Show vs. Tell this isn’t so much an expansion on the previous Economy sections as another way of looking at the subject.
The line that’s had the most influence on my approach to economy in writing comes from Jeff Smith’s comic series Bone. The hero is chased to a cave by some rat creatures. A dragon peeks out and says ‘Boo,’ which scares them off. The hero rebukes the dragon for not being able to do something cool or mystical. The dragon belches fire all over the hero and says, ‘Never play an ace when a two will do.’
The poker analogy extends itself perfectly. Most of the time we’re writing number cards, occasionally face cards, every now and then an ace. If the deck were all aces the game would be no fun. Ace-high hands are exciting and pay off big, but the hands between are your real bread and butter, and you don’t need aces to win big. Four twos is better than 99% (plus some fraction I haven’t got patience for) of other possible hands.
One sign of amateur writing is zeal. In my experience, it’s especially common in the work of creative writing students. There’s an urge to put a new spin on everything. Why play a two when you can play an ace? Aces, aces, everywhere. It’s tired. It’s boring. Pace yourself. Keep in mind adages like ‘gilding the lily’ and ‘reinventing the wheel.’
In my teens I fell into a lead guitar position in a band long before I had enough experience even to call myself a rhythm player. Rather than pace myself, I tried to compensate for inexperience with activity. I noodled my way through every song, deathly afraid I wasn’t playing interestingly enough. Ignorant of the other components and players of the song. Forgetting everything I knew about enjoying music as a listener myself. In hindsight of course I recognize the mistake. Nevertheless it taught me a valuable lesson. The structure of a story is similar to the structure of a song. There are verses of newly covered ground. There are choruses where themes are revisited. There are transitions and breaks where those themes evolve. There are solos. My, how there are solos.
Eric Clapton kicks off a lot of songs with a little lick, a little riff, then he backs right off into rhythm for the verses. One of the most renown and soulful rock n’ roll guitarists alive and still most of what he plays is plain old rhythm. Plain old deuces and threes. He tosses down a face card every now and then as an accent. When it’s time for aces, he’s already played the other cards and built his way up and he lays them aces on the table like they were hammers and there’s nothing you can do to stop him.
So if you’re tempted to spice up your story with clever phrasings and your own slant on grammatical clichés, okay, that’s fine and dandy, just be discerning about it. Don’t exhaust half your vocabulary in description of some unimportant character. Don’t try to coin new figures of speech just to tell us the waiter poured some coffee. Save the innovation for the big scenes, the main characters, the crucial actions, the thematic vistas. The reader will absorb the import of those moments that much more for the simultaneous amping up of both events and syntax. As with the formula discussed in Narrative Math, this is a congruence of content and style that will lend grace and power to your writing.
Never play an ace when a two will do.
- Listen
The most important piece of advice I have in the arena of theory is to listen. Listen. Trust your gut. It doesn’t matter what you believe—whether art comes from inspiration internal or external, from God, from spirits, from nature, or from no inspiration at all but all creativity is simply laying bricks and a finished work is no more than the sum of its parts. It doesn’t matter because it doesn’t alter the measurable facts of writing. Before you sit down to write, the story is not apparent in the world. After you stand up from writing, the story is physically evident on paper or on a computer screen. Before you act there is nothing. Once you’ve acted there is something. That something comes from somewhere. I don’t give that somewhere a name. You may.
The one belief I have is that it’s best to leave belief at the door when you enter the writing space. Leave yourself, leave your self. As a species we have a tendency to think we know what’s best. It is a chronic, epidemic, unaccountably destructive tendency. Our biology gifts us with fine instincts. Feel a spider on your arm and you’ll flinch to get it away. Sit in a dark room and you’ll bristle when someone approaches. Other instincts are more overt, like hunger and tiredness. Bill Cosby said intellectuals are people who go to school to study what other people do naturally. It is the intellect that gets in the way of instinct. When my body tells me I’m thirsty I often think, ‘I’m busy, I’ll get a glass of water in a minute.’ An hour later I wonder why the hell I’m so thirsty.
I’m not listening.
In writing, whenever I reach a point where I’m trying to reason my way out of a corner, I have to pause and sit back. Maybe I’ve hit a knot in the plotline, reached a scene in a chapter which I just can’t resolve. In any case once I sit back and take stock of the dilemma it’s obvious I can’t reason my way out because I’m the one who reasoned my way in there in the first place.
Somewhere, out there or in here, the story already has a shape (in fact or potential), and the story knows its shape, and the story is telling itself but its voice is quiet. Much quieter than my loudmouth brain.
So I quit the Chaplin routine, trying to pick up my hat and kicking it out of reach with each step. I shelve that unresolved scene. I put aside that knotty plot outline. I put down the pen. I listen. What comes next varies but only in the incidentals. First I retrace the story or scene thus far, point by point. At certain points alternate events suggest themselves. I think about those alternates. I imagine what might happen. My inner monologue handles these as questions. What if this happened instead? What if he said that instead? What if this character were a woman instead of a man? I hesitate to say I imagine the replies, because that’s too active a phrasing. I imagine the questions and one or more answers suggest themselves. Alternates play out in my imagination. I let one run its course, first come first serve. I might make notes during or wait until afterward. Then I let the next in line play out.
When alternates stop suggesting themselves, I compare notes. I’m still listening. I think about each alternate in the context of the whole story. It is often immediately clear which is the way the story should unfold. This, I assume, is because I’ve been lucky enough to detach from my brain and let my instinct, my gut, do the thinking. But the gut doesn’t think, it knows. The gut is your connection to the story. The story knows itself. It tells itself. Listen and you’ll hear it. Well, when I listen I hear it, anyway. I hope it works for you too but I don’t make promises. Listen anyway. Trust your gut.
In those cases where the proper course is not immediately clear, I might try cobbling my notes together into hybrid alternates. Or I might sleep on it. Or I’ll run it by a peer. Eventually, every knot I’ve run up against has come undone.
- Audience
Speaking of trust, it’s important to trust your reader. Our expectations of the reader are often inaccurate, unfair, condescending, wildly varied. This is easy and, I think, natural, because the potential audience for our work is anyone.
If it helps, imagine a target audience. As in every industry, publishing has target markets. I don’t recommend going quite so commercial a route as writing to a demographic, only to a general typical reader. Of x sensibilities, y degree of education, z number of pets, whatever your criteria. Too demographic and I think you’ll limit the work too much before you’ve written it. No consideration whatsoever to audience and it’s easy to lose your anchor and spiral into impenetrable expectations.
Now, that said, I aspire to this general reader rule and its contrary partner, summed up in a line delivered by Joni Mitchell in an interview: ‘I didn’t really think about audience.’
I see a clear line between the art and the business of writing. The art is what we do out of love, because we’re bursting with it. Trapped on a desert island with nothing but a lonely death to wait for we’d still do it because that’s what we’re made to do. But, of course, we’re also cells of a civilization. We have bills to pay. We make the art for ourselves but we also want to share it. Our art has value. It is natural to ply our trade and be paid for our products or services.
As much as I can, I try not to let these halves of the process mingle. This is where the general reader + no audience team comes into play. I know what kind of books I like. I know what kind of reader I am. Naturally, I write to myself. After feedback from peer reviewers years ago I realized that was a very narrow approach. Especially because I already know how all the dots connect. I had no idea how the picture looked from the outside, I didn’t consider an outside view at all.
Now at the outset I consider an audience. I model the imaginary reader not on myself but on some fictitious alternate me, someone with similar taste but who has no back stage pass to the story. I determine how much I want to reveal to him and how hard I want him to work for the rest. I decide which dots to connect. Then, when I start writing, I forget about him. I’ve set up the obstacle course, now it’s time to run it. It’s inevitable that I stumble, that I knock down some hurdles. So what? That’s no reason to stop. I’ve put that audience out of mind and it stays that way until the draft is finished and it’s time to revise. Then, with the input of peer reviewers, I evaluate the dots and connections and refine them. I don’t cede much ground. I’m not a fan of compromise in style. I do, however, strive to make my abstractions as clear as possible. I might want the reader to work, but I want it to be enjoyable work. I don’t want her to suffer. I want her to be satisfied when she’s finished, having sunk her teeth into the story and savoured it, digested it, gained some nourishment from it.
- ‘Write What You Know’
Sound advice, right? No one writes about aliens because no one’s seen them. No one writes about murder who hasn’t committed one. No one writes epic battle scenes who hasn’t led armies against an ancient evil risen again to threaten our feudal way of life and that of our estranged buddies the elves and the dwarves. No one writes a girl who is a boy.
The real value of this adage requires a grain of salt. I may sound like a teenaged poet, but what we all know is feelings. The range of human emotion is, with precious and hideous few exceptions, exactly the same for each of us. Every person on the planet is capable of love, fear, goodwill, greed, et cetera et cetera. Our job as writers is to know this range. To become intimate with it. To learn to depict and inflict these feelings with no more than words.
I don’t need to kill a guy to have felt the sort of anger or frustration that could lead a person to kill. I don’t need to have driven tanks and Aston Martins in her majesty’s secret service to have felt a thrill. What I do need is to convey these feelings accurately and plausibly. I need to compose my narratives in such a way that the reader feels these things as authentically as I do, and in the same manner: by summoning them from his own experience. Whereas inauthentic writing seeks to lodge foreign objects in the reader’s eye. The inauthentic writer cries, ‘See this, feel this!’
Of course I can write about aliens, because I’ve felt alienation, fear, isolation, a whole horde of feelings I can access in the reader. Ridley Scott tore that shit up because he had the tools and talent to invoke our memories of nyctophobia, claustrophobia, xenophobia. To insinuate them even if we’ve never experienced those fears explicitly. He and Ms. Weaver made those feelings so urgent and palpable that we couldn’t help but feel them too. Our disbelief froze in its tracks. Not because killer aliens from outer space are plausible, but because the characters with whom we connected were plausible.
Naturally this doesn’t mean you have a free ticket to make shit up. Do the minimal research required to render your settings and events and so on plausible. Even the most realistic characters won’t save your story if it’s set in a Camelot which features flushing toilets and whose peasants are happy-go-lucky intellectuals. Write what you know, yes. If you don’t know something don’t avoid writing it but engage in learning it.
- ‘Kill Your Darlings’
A man who taught me a great deal of practical skill and practical knowledge once told me, ‘You know what the old man says: ya gotta be ruthless.’ I wish you could hear him. The emphasis on ruthless. The nasal impersonation of his father, a turnip farmer, passing on the wisdom of his father before him.
This applies mostly to revision, when we bridge the gap between art-for-ourselves and art-for-sale. When we stroll back through the rows we spent so long planting and tending, and tear up all but the best, most suitable, most plausible fruits of that labour. It can be painful. But it is one of those pains that can be cathartic, if we allow it to be. It purifies the work. Not every idea cut is necessarily a waste. Not every character killed, subplot axed, description junked, chapter halved. Some just aren’t ripe. Others are pumpkins whose seeds are meant for a different field. Be ruthless in dividing the useful from the useless, but salvage what you can from the useless pile and set it aside. It may prove useful one day.
Ruthless. From reuthe, ‘pity, compassion.’ To be ruthless is not to be cruel. It is only to be impersonal, to set aside pity. If I had a child and that child were, say, bitten by a zombie, it would be my duty as a father to set aside pity and shoot the child to save it from misery. Not for my good but for his. In writing and revision, although I don’t like equating artworks to children, it is our duty to do what’s best for the story. We must set aside our own desires—or better yet, conform our desires to those of the story—and put those unripe phrases, scenes, characters, and chapters out of their misery. We gotta be ruthless.
- A Few Reminders
Remember the senses and how they can be used to convey ideas and themes, how they can be used to touch the reader in. Even the most idea-heavy work has a stronger impact when the reader is drawn into the physical world of the story, rather than left to orbit it in a vacuum. It’s easy in this day of 3D block-busting CGI-out-the-yin-yang movies to forget that there are senses besides the visual, besides the THX-bombarded aural. In a book, sometimes a simple flaky bite of ground pepper can hook a reader’s imagination more swiftly and completely than ten sprawling cityscapes or thirty flaming sunsets.
Remember also the basics of journalistic writing. Who, what, where, when, how or why. This will help keep you grounded. It will help you from straying too far off track, especially into introspection or conceptual exposition. Unless you’re Sartre, in which case who am I to argue? In which case who am I at all?
~J











































