Everyone has heard the phrase "write what you know." To me, it's never meant "write only what you've experienced' but "experience more, so you can write more, properly." Or, as another saying goes, "everything's grist for the mill."
I had to write a scene today that should have been simple. It could have been easy -- a few broad strokes, some delicate slashes of color, a sprinkling of well-chosen dialogue, and the scene would have been well-set and perfectly enjoyable. But in the first draft process I realized that I had been there before -- not the exact situation: in fact, not the same situation at all. But I knew the emotions, knew the fear and love, the hopelessness and the hope all mixed into one horrible tightness in the gut.
I hate that memory. I hate the moment of it, the reality of it, the inevitability of it. I hate the pain it still causes me when I think of it.
But I needed it, for this scene to be more than simple, to be more than easy.
And so I used it.
EtA in response to something said in comments: There is a difference between using what you know to create something new, and only writing what you know firsthand, regurgitated.
Further musings, apropos my own experiences only.
Generic-You can write a decent story without digging below the surface. Generic-You can create fast and fun dialogue, and enjoyable plots, and characters who do the job admirably. But for things to be real, to bleed and breathe on the page, I haven't found any way to do that other than giving them some of my own blood, and breath, and flesh. My own experiences. And in doing so, I have to love them enough to share that gift. And in loving them, I have to love -- and forgive, and own up to -- myself. Which doesn't really explain it, but hopefully comes close.
Some days, this job is really, really hard.
Meanwhile, a few-three thousands words down the road, I've figured out how this particular book ends. The dragon at the end of the tunnel has started to sing*.
* no dragon. no tunnels. no singing. otherwise, perfectly apt.
I had to write a scene today that should have been simple. It could have been easy -- a few broad strokes, some delicate slashes of color, a sprinkling of well-chosen dialogue, and the scene would have been well-set and perfectly enjoyable. But in the first draft process I realized that I had been there before -- not the exact situation: in fact, not the same situation at all. But I knew the emotions, knew the fear and love, the hopelessness and the hope all mixed into one horrible tightness in the gut.
I hate that memory. I hate the moment of it, the reality of it, the inevitability of it. I hate the pain it still causes me when I think of it.
But I needed it, for this scene to be more than simple, to be more than easy.
And so I used it.
EtA in response to something said in comments: There is a difference between using what you know to create something new, and only writing what you know firsthand, regurgitated.
Further musings, apropos my own experiences only.
Generic-You can write a decent story without digging below the surface. Generic-You can create fast and fun dialogue, and enjoyable plots, and characters who do the job admirably. But for things to be real, to bleed and breathe on the page, I haven't found any way to do that other than giving them some of my own blood, and breath, and flesh. My own experiences. And in doing so, I have to love them enough to share that gift. And in loving them, I have to love -- and forgive, and own up to -- myself. Which doesn't really explain it, but hopefully comes close.
Some days, this job is really, really hard.
Meanwhile, a few-three thousands words down the road, I've figured out how this particular book ends. The dragon at the end of the tunnel has started to sing*.
* no dragon. no tunnels. no singing. otherwise, perfectly apt.
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Date: 2007-10-24 06:04 pm (UTC)And BTW, check out my LJ. COVER!
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Date: 2007-10-24 06:11 pm (UTC)There has to be more. Honesty, maybe, rather than truth. Honesty's harder, because it's more personal.
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Date: 2007-10-24 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 06:08 pm (UTC)Or the girl who is writing a duller-than-a-sack-of-hammers screenplay where the campus is a thinly-veiled version of ours, the MC is a thinly-veiled (but just as irritating!) version of her, and all the classes and characters and technicalities and details are exactly the same as her daily life.
Write what you know does not - or shouldn't, at any rate - mean Mary Sues Ahoy!
Can we tell I want to stab people with sporks? This class incites violence in me.
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Date: 2007-10-24 06:13 pm (UTC)I think I was right.
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Date: 2007-10-24 07:30 pm (UTC)These are my "ok, you are SO a writer" moments.
I, yeah, hear you.
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Date: 2007-10-24 07:33 pm (UTC)if I could emboss that in gold leaf and set it upon the doorposts of my office, I would.
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Date: 2007-10-24 08:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 07:38 pm (UTC)I've laughed while writing other chapters.
The characterization often comes from deep emotions that are driven by personal experiences.
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Date: 2007-10-24 08:29 pm (UTC)I won't sit down at the keyboard and do "filler" anymore unless I've already received the proverbial emotional kick in the shorts. Save the fluff and filler once you have the meat and potatoes.
Yes!
Date: 2007-10-24 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 09:43 pm (UTC)The teeshirt is in the mail!
Seriously, I, too, need a hook into the characters. I thought you preferred keeping your life out of things?
Or are your characters insisting? (Damn characters....)
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Date: 2007-10-24 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 09:48 pm (UTC)I suddenly realized that *I* was working through to the other side the real human results of said somethings. This stopped work on that book just long enough for me to get sick.
I went back to the book this spring and started taking notes again.
Sometimes, working through takes longer than a day. Or a week.
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Date: 2007-10-24 10:05 pm (UTC)Go you!