My Turn: Introduction
What I'd say to my younger self.
I hope a beginner or frustrated non-beginner might benefit from this series of posts about getting started as a writer, but I am also doing this for myself.
Today, I have more ideas than I could possibly turn into stories before I croak. I also aspire to say something through those ideas and stories and, regardless of any eventual readership, it’s important for me to do so. I write for me. Anyone else is a bonus reader.
In my younger days, I was not so confident or self-contained. I struggled with what to say and how to say it. I had ideas for stories, many of them slightly used, and because they were borrowed, they didn’t inspire any great writing. My unique experiences – family, school, growing up – felt boring and meaningless. The parts that might have made for good dramatic fiction were too difficult to write about.
I didn’t have a voice. Or rather, I had a voice, but I hated it and was certain other people would hate it too. I had not lived any kind of exciting life. In fact, I’d describe my childhood as cloistered, bordering on suffocating. I grew up in a religious culture that romanticized journal writing and I tried once or twice to keep one, but the very few entries I managed ran no longer than two dozen words and were limited to details like Went to school today. Had a math quiz. I bored even myself. And if the occasional high-emotion moment did occur at school, it was of the type I did not wish to recall, especially for future generations.
College opened my horizons exponentially, but I still found no connection between the authors I now loved and the life I’d lived up to then. I was no great existentialist thinker or Czech absurdist dying of consumption. I had not lived through either World War or even Viet Nam. I had no great insights about being gay in the middle of the AIDS crisis, and I was gay in the middle of the AIDS crisis. I saw no link between the creative work I loved and what I knew. I had nothing to say about anything important. There was only one course of action.
I had to become someone else.
This was wrong. Not only was that not the only course of action, it was the completely wrong course of action. Every time I thought I moved forward in my writing, I actually went backwards. Every time I learned something new about craft, I knew less about myself. I avoided being who I was, which made it impossible for me to become the person I could be.
Today, that high school or college kid might read my writing and think I’m doing pretty well. And I am. But old me looks back at those boys and wishes I could tell them they are important. That they don’t have to pretend to be someone else or hide any part of themselves to be loved.
I’d tell them to write like no one will read it, because that’s the truth. I’d explain that maybe life is shitty and confusing, but it’s still ok to write about it, along with any hurtful or humiliating things people have done, and in fact, writing is your best path towards healing and understanding. Anne Lamott famously said that if people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. This applies to you to. It’s ok to write about the days when you weren’t doing your best.
I’d like to tell them that what they say is original because it’s theirs, unique because it is theirs, and that no one else will ever be able to say exactly what they say in the way they say it, and that is enough. That is all they need. I would beg them to not waste their time trying to be anyone but themselves, because that is who they are going to be eventually anyway.
But I can’t go back there, so I’m going to tell you.
Ground Rules
I hate giving advice I don’t follow, so I will write with you as we go.
As I point you to places where you might find your raw material, I’ll share some of mine. If I suggest a writing prompt that might help you get started writing, I will try the same trick and post my results. When I talk about the roadblocks and pitfalls, I’ll tell you about the times I ran head-first into them.
Also, like your first efforts, mine won’t be polished. I will publish, but what you’ll see are some initial thoughts, brainstorming, and stories in motion, exactly what I’m encouraging you to try as you begin to write.
The writing life ain’t all cakes and cream. I find it helpful to know that other people hit hard times, and I think you will too.