When I got to USC’s writing program, I was lucky that I had already completed at least a draft of a novel; truth is, I’d finished several drafts by then, and I was about half-finished the then-current draft. I actually completed it a few weeks after I took my first class, and then I set it aside to write it as a screenplay before I picked it up to start it all over again.
I mention this because it had some effect on how I approached the program; besides the thesis/final project, there was also an opportunity to take a semester of guided research with the faculty mentor nearly of one’s choice. Given that I already had a draft, I bypassed that semester in favor of other classes and workshops.
When it came time to take my guided research, I chose a man named Sid Stebel as my advisor. Sid is a great, puckish guy with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and we got along like gangbusters. He can be very opinionated, but also allows he could be wrong. I guess what I liked was that he wasn’t afraid to make suggestions. That, and that the man knew stories. He knew them well (his book, Double Your Creative Power!, is built around his idea of secret story, which I’d actually like to study further), and a lot of times, you could just tell. Some of his suggestions for the way characters might interact in the context of the story’s structure . . .
Yeah, I learned a lot from Sid. I like to think there are ways we’re alike, and not just considering we’re both fair writers.
I mention Sid, however, because one thing Sid likes to talk about is Ray Bradbury; he and Ray go back many years, and they’ve shared a friendship through the years. When I found out, I kinda flipped a little.
I like Ray Bradbury for a somewhat obscure reason. Back when I was a sophomore in college, my history professor assigned Fahrenheit 451. I read and enjoyed it immensely, but what really caught my attention was a ‘Coda’ my buddy, captain doctor Brian, pointed out to me in his edition. In this Coda, Bradbury talked about critics and reviewers, and he said, and I’ll never forget this:
“Get off our fields and let us play.”
I loved that. Immensely. My father taught me early on about criticism, that there were always going to be people who had something negative to say, but they’re not the one’s down there, wrestling the lions–he used to allude to a quote by either Hemingway or JFK, I can’t remember which (though I think it was the latter). It’s something I continue to struggle with, in fact, the just-playing part, because I’ll admit I sometimes pay too close attention to how my writing is received. I know I shouldn’t, but old habits etc.
I’ve always liked allusions, and there are many in my novel: to Bradbury, yes, but also to Fitzgerald, Eliot, Williams, and Whitman, among others. They’re quick enough you’ll miss most of them if you blink, but they’re there. I mean, you write a time travel novel, you ought to pause time when there’s an explosion, and when it’s raining, and if it’s gonna be raining, it oughta be a storm, and if there’s a storm, you can bet there’s going to be a sound of thunder (all that’s part of story theory, by the way. That there are certain elements that just make sense given a story’s framework, and how it functions). My protagonist, in fact, happens to live on Bradbury Lane.
So when I found out Stebel was friends with Ray, I had to ask if he could get my novel to Ray.
Sid didn’t think that was the best idea, given Bradbury’s current health, which isn’t bad, exactly, don’t think that, but certainly Ray reads way less books than he used to. But, he said, perhaps an excerpt, a few pages where the story kicked, where there was something that really pulled out all the stops . . .
Well, lemme tell you, I’ve got plenty of pages like that. There aren’t any stops in my novel, because I pulled every last one of them out.
And if I sent him that, Sid could send the pages along to Ray. Maybe, he said, we could even get a quote from Ray for my book.
At this point, I’ll tell you, I’m struggling not to get too excited. Not so much about a possibly Bradbury quote to put on the cover of my novel, though, yes, of course, how fucking awesome would that be? But Ray Bradbury! Reading something I wrote!
Two weeks ago, I sent Sid a few pages from the climax of my novel. I was pushing hard by the time I wrote them, trying to fire on all cylinders at once, really nailing down the theme while never forgetting, hey, there are characters to care about here, and what’re they doing? I do some experimenting with both typography and formatting at certain points in my book, but I cut them from the climax, solely wanting an honest, sincere moment, making the effort to rely solely on the strength of my words to make readers feel something and trying to avoid clever at all costs.
Sid sent it along immediately.
So for two weeks I’ve been on pins and needles, here. Trying not to hyperventilate, and trying not to get too excited.
Turns out I probably shouldn’t have worried.
I got an e-mail from Sid last night; Ray called him late Wednesday evening to comment on what he’d read. He was, apparently, extraordinarily encouraging (Sid paraphrased), and he said to just sit down and write write write like he did with The Martian Chronicles.
Ray Bradbury. The Martian Chronicles. Write write write.
A quote, something to put on the cover of my book, even a single word like “Splendid!” probably would have been enough to start a career on. But then again, I realize, I already started it, and while a blurb from Ray Bradbury probably would have helped me sell it, that, up there, is the real part of it. The real part of it is not the selling it; it’s the sitting down to write write write every day, and maybe I needed that reminder. Sure, I’ll admit, I really would have liked to have a Bradbury quote, but maybe I’ve got to learn that I don’t need it, that what I really need is to work harder, to sit down and keep at it, and to be honest about it. Because it reminds me that a few words on either cover won’t have any effect on the words between them, and those are the ones that count. And those are really the only part I have any control over.
If I don’t remember that, no matter how many books I sell, no matter how many stories I tell, no matter how many pages I write, it arguably won’t be much of a career, anyway, much less a devotion.
June 14, 2008 at 12:09 pm
Getting read by Ray Bradbury is amazing enough. You should be really proud of yourself! One of the things I’m going to teach my summer school class is that hard work makes us lucky. You work harder than anyone I know–almost as much as me (heh)–so you’ll be seeing that “luck” soon, I’m sure.
June 15, 2008 at 1:39 am
Great story, Sir! Bradbury is an amazing writer, but I certainly think you’ve hit the nail right on the head; it is about the sitting down and doing it. That in itself is an achievement — a major achievement — and we all need to remember to celebrate it every once in a while.
Incidentally, I’ve just started a fiction blog ring — for writers of all abilities. I think you’d be a valuable member. If you’re interested, let me know and I’ll send you the appropriate links.
June 15, 2008 at 8:57 am
@Alma: yes, here’s hoping. Also, here’s keeping that in mind.
@Gary: thannks! And I’ll check out your blog ring, certainly.
June 15, 2008 at 9:39 am
This might help, Will: http://garymurning.wordpress.com/?s=idiosyncratica
June 16, 2008 at 5:21 am
Congratulations to you!
June 16, 2008 at 10:53 pm
When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.
Samuel Butler (b) (1835 – 1902) English novelist, satirist, scholar
I’ve been reading your blog for ages now, since you were posting on myspace. I even have a copy of your book “Entrekin”. I love your writing. There will always be critics with something negative to say as your father pointed out. I feel that your essays and stroy telling is certainly better than your poetry. But that’s just me.
Keep writing. You know you’re good at it and it keeps us readers entertained!
P.S. I have no idea who Ray Bradbury is but I’m determined to find out and learn a little somethihng!;-)
June 17, 2008 at 3:09 pm
@Simone: I know you have and I appreciate it. But yeah, you’re totally right, I’m not much of a poet.
And I totally will keep it up. Just for you!
Let me know if you have trouble finding something about Bradbury (I’d start with wikipedia).
June 18, 2008 at 10:04 am
Hey, should I call you “Sir” too? Have you been knighted lately? Anyway, great post, and Ray Bradbury, of all people! I love “Something Wicked…”
I never read the comments on the covers of books, so Bradbury saying “astounding” on the front above the title wouldn’t have made up my mind one way or the other. I mean, those quotes are kinda like sound bites, you know. They don’t mean much.
So, when are you getting published, hmmmm?
June 18, 2008 at 10:46 am
@Chartroose: at first I was like, did I call Chartroose “sir” and not realize it? And then I realized. And I chuckled.
And as for getting published: well, I’m working on that. You can still get my collection free by clicking on the Lulu link up above. Concerning The Prodigal Hour, though, well, I only just graduated a month ago, and then moved, so I’m right now giving the manuscript a final polish. Which mostly involves pruning I’d call judicious if there weren’t so damned much of it, as well as reworking of two major scenes. I’m hoping to start submitting to agents early next month.
Rest assured, I’ll keep everyone up to date.
June 21, 2008 at 5:23 pm
If you read some of Bradbury’s giant collection, STORIES, there’s a recurring Sid character… 😉
June 21, 2008 at 6:13 pm
@Kaytie: ha! Good to see you, and I totally believe it!