These aren’t engraved on stone tablets. But I often give some version of this list when speaking to aspiring writers. Writing is challenging intellectually, and challenging psychologically. It takes discipline and persistence. So for what it’s worth…
Good writing is clear thinking. Can you summarize what you think?
Tell the truth. Be honest in your writing.
Be curious. Always ask, ‘Why’?
Be observant and precise. Books can succeed or fail on detail.
Don’t wait to be invited to write. Do it. Push your way in.
Tailor your story for your audience. Who is that? Visualize them.
Don’t preach. Readers want a story, not a sermon.
Teach us. Become a good researcher.
Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite.
10. Be concise. Short and simple is often better. When in doubt, cut it out.
11. Be a good employee of your publisher, not a butthead. Listen. Do what you promise.
12. Work hard. Everyone else is.
13. Define yourself and your genre.
14. Don’t expect overnight success. Develop your backlist and career.
15. Be you, not a half-baked imitation of another author.
16. Roll with it. You’re not in control, life isn’t fair, publishing is in tumult, shit happens, good happens, fate is the hunter, what goes around comes around, life is what happens when you’re making other plans.
17. Kicked in […]
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I live on the edge of the world.
My Pacific Northwest house faces the Salish Sea, an inland body of salt water that includes the San Juan Islands. It perches like a tree house on a steep hill, looking into the branches of conifers a hundred feet high or higher, with orange madrona trees woven through like thread.
The evolutionary biologist Edward O. Wilson would say my perch mimics that of my African prehistoric ancestors. We evolved in a savannah landscape where we looked for grassland predators and prey from the relative safety of clumps of trees. An urban apartment overlooking a park gives much the same sensation.
While far from utopian, my abode is fairly quiet, pretty, and bourgeois-comfortable. Until reality pokes in.
Which it does all the time. Having covered the Exxon Valdez oil spill as a journalist, I watch from my bedroom office window as a parade of oil tankers migrate in and out of the nearby refinery port here like balloons that might pop on the wrong rock. At least now they have tug escort and double hulls.
And I live a short distance outside the city of Anacortes, a refinery and boat-building town of about sixteen thousand with dreams of […]
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