How To Become A Better Writer: READ. Read anything you want, anything you enjoy. Just Read.

 How To Become A Better Writer: Read. 

I read for pleasure first--because the experience of reading is one of the things I love about this world. But I'm a writer so I also read with an eye to how another writer does something well.  I try to learn. 

 

For example, I look at this sentence that opens A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving and I think WOW. And then I think--what makes it so good? It does a lot of things in one sentence, but I think, more than anything it makes me want to know Owen Meany and, to a lesser degree, the narrator. It's a great opening and it immediately attracts me to the characters. I want to know more.

 

"I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany."

 

"doomed" (a powerful word that makes us think of fate and tragedy), a boy with a "wrecked" voice and "smallest person I ever knew"---give the beginning of this sentence almost a mythic quality, and there is something about wrecked that has the echo of forces beyond us. Shipwreck--for example. And he's not just a "small" person but the "smallest person I ever knew"--Here it's a bit like a fairy tale. In all these sentences there’s the sense that this story is larger than itself, whatever itself will be. 

 

And then the next line: "the instrument of my mother's death"--not that he killed her exactly (though we’re not sure). More vague and yet full of mystery and more involved than just being a part of it --"the instrument". How was he the instrument? What does instrument mean in this context? We want answers to this question and it is always good when a writer gets a reader wanting answers to questions she's posed directly or indirectly in the text. So this is yet another thing that this sentence makes me think about.

 

As a reader you might not be aware of all the things going on here but you will be sucked into the story and that’s what you need on page one of your

 

This sentence makes me want to read on because I want to know more about Owen Meany and the plot. Thewriter already has me hooked on character and story and I haven't even finished the first sentence.

 

OK, onward------Then the "but" and we turn the corner. All of these interesting and strange things that Owen Meany is, as interesting and compelling as they are, are not the reason our narrator is "doomed" to remember Owen. This is a thrilling moment in this sentence. We've been brought to it by the choice of words, the compelling information, the rhythm of the clauses...not because, or because, or even because... THEN but because he is the reason I believe in God.

 

What? I didn't see that coming but when it comes it seems just right...all of this is about faith and this will be a book about faith. You don't have to be a Christian to feel that this is right. Faith or the lack of it, is at the heart of who we are.

 

I learn a lot from reading other writers. Sometimes I learn just from reading one sentence.

How To Write A Novel. 1. Do not listen to the doubters, even if you are sometimes one of them

 Don't Listen To The Doubters

Inspiration is great, but it can’t be depended upon. On the other hand, perspiration is something much more predictable. You show up, and it shows up.

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“Crap,” says The Little Doubter in my mind. He jumps right out and sits in the gold chair across from me. He is small and has a distinct resemblance to an imp. The unkind kind.

“F*** off,” I say.

You can’t be too easy on your subconscious.

“You’re writing crap,” The Little Doubter says. “This is all crap. You should hit delete. Delete the whole thing and give up writing. I hear they’re hiring at that hamburger place with the funny hats.”

“They all have funny hats.”

He slouches in the chair; he needs a shower; his clothes could use a good washing. I don’t like looking at him.

“The one with the funniest hats.”

“At least I haven’t given up,” I say.

“Let’s watch bad TV, eat ten desserts, drink until we can’t see, and just forget all about making these little marks on a blank page. You’re no good at it; you have a sweet tooth. I bought those cookies you love.”

True. This is why you have to watch yourself around your subconscious. They are tricky and they know you.”

“I don’t think so,” I say.

The truth is, I have to write. Writing, most days, gives me purpose, and it fulfills a need in me. I’d write even if I were never paid a cent.

I turn to tell him that I am going to write no matter what, but the yellow chair is empty. He gets me. He really does. Not this time though. Not this time.