Writing

The Time I Method Acted a Clock

I had a ridiculous childhood in many ways. On the one hand, I was a free-range kid whose parents more or less stopped worrying about my whereabouts or safety between the hours of 8AM and 8PM — seriously, my childhood was filled with me just rambling around Jersey City dodging serial killers and clowns offering free candy1. On the other, I was involved in a lot of organized activities like Little League and the Boy Scouts2, and also found time to collect approximately 5,000 Star Wars figures and create complex dioramas with them that told intricate fan fiction stories.

Like I said: Ridiculous.

I wasn’t a shy kid, not really, but like a lot of people who grow up to become writers I also was not exactly a Type-A, Put Me In Coach person who craved the spotlight3. I feared the spotlight; then as now I much preferred to stay in the shadows like Gollum and gurgle my sarcastic asides to myself in the safety of anonymity. Like a lot of authors, in other words, I am and have always been more comfortable writing than performing.

Which is problematic when you’re trying to sell your work, because you’re pushed to get out there and do a bit of performing in order to do so. Whether it’s readings or panels or social media, this sort of thing can be painful for a writer. For me, any time I’m forced to be in front of a crowd I get extremely sweaty4. Sadly, if you want to try and market your work you’ll find yourself in front of a crowd at some point, and if you’re like me you’ll be sweating like a nervous wreck and possibly5 chugging from an unmarked bottle of liquor.

Here’s what not to do: Don’t be like me and the clock.

Look Upon My Many Participation Trophies!

Childhood is, of course, filled with bullshit. I wasn’t in Little League and Boy Scouts only because I wanted to be; I was there in part because my parents, like all parents, needed me out of the goddamn house on a regular basis. As I’ve grown older and found myself occasionally dealing with children, I have come to understand the need to keep them busy at all times6.

This means sometimes as a kid you get thrust into strange places. When I was in Cub Scouts we put on a play and everyone was more or less obligated to participate, so we all got some sort of role. I was cast as: The Clock7. This entailed standing on stage holding a cardboard clock face.

That was it. I had no lines8.

I was petrified, and extremely unhappy about the whole thing, so when the time came to stand on stage for what seemed like infinity, I took that clock face and held it directly in front of my real face so I couldn’t see the audience. And stood there like that for the entirety of the play, with all the adults whispering from the wings and urging me to show my face9.

Fuck that, I thought.

That’s how I view promoting myself, but of course you have to get out from behind the, er, clock face, which isn’t easy if it doesn’t come naturally. The key is to come up with a virtual, transparent clock face of sorts — a persona to hide behind, a shtick. The more distance you can put between yourself and that sweaty idiot standing in front of a crowd, the more comfortable you’ll be10.

Or, why not — go for the literal clock face. Your shtick could be Clock Face Man! Which is better than what we all are in public these days: Pandemic Face Mask Person.

Westworld-Building

I’ve been watching Westworld on HBO these past few years, and generally enjoying it. While the first two seasons were fascinating explorations of the nature of sentience, the loops and chains that bind us in our lives, and the innate brutality of mankind, they were also a bit small-scale and interior. The fact that almost all of the action took place in the titular park didn’t help this suffocating sense of insularity, although it did make the glimpses we got of the futuristic world outside that much more tantalizing.

Season 3 has finally moved outside of the park, said park being in bloody tatters after the (SPOILER ALERT) android uprising and jailbreak. And I have to say, they’re doing a bang-up job of world-building, exemplified by a wonderful show-don’t-tell moment in Episode 3, ‘Absence of Field.’

An App for That

As far as I can tell, the future of Westworld is a sort of Late Stage Capitalism nightmare where an advanced AI is keeping things stable by predicting all possible outcomes and then tightly controlling society at every level. This results in things like Caleb, played by Aaron Paul with typical weary charm, being denied any possible employment that might improve his life because the AI has predicted an early death by suicide for him — and thus concludes he’s not worth any additional resources, or the criminal underground of society using an App called RICO where they sign up for crimes and advance in a gamified fashion as they make ill-gotten gains. This is, I imagine, some sort of control or release valve the AI is using to let the oppressed and unhappy vent a little, feel like they’re sticking it to The Man when in fact The Man has hired them a’la 1984‘s revolution.

The set and costume design is pretty great. The cars are all driverless and look like slightly wonkier versions of the Tesla Cybertruck (if that’s possible), the flying machines are sleek and futuristic, and the personal technology is the sort of Apple-fied techno porn that reads as totally possible. At the same time, the fashions aren’t too far out there. Someone could time travel from Outer Westworld into our own dimension and they might seem a little bit weird, but they’d pass. Which I think is smart; the big mistake a lot of sci-fi makes is either having people dress in crazy, bizarre ways that feel artificial or exactly as we do today, which feels lazy. Westworld‘s elevated and slightly amplified fashions feel resfreshingly possible.

But let’s get to what I really liked about this episode: The ambulance. The main protagonist, slightly crazy and vengeful android host Dolores (Evan Rachel Wood) is badly injured, and Caleb calls an ambulance as a Good Samaritan. The EMTs in the ambulance hook her up to the diagnostics, and are then baffled because, of course, Dolores isn’t human.

But here’s the thing: As Dolores appears to sink towards death, former soldier Caleb calls upon his training and begins telling the EMTs what they ought to be doing, and their response is that they can’t do anything until the App in the ambulance gives them a diagnosis and treatment plan.

In other words, the implication is that the EMTs know nothing. They know how to interact with an App, and that’s it.

A Better-Looking Idiocracy

The show hasn’t come out and stated that most jobs are performed by robots or Apps with minimal expertise required of the humans around them, but it’s easy to see the clues. The world seems to have further divided between the super-rich who flit about from board meetings to cocktail parties and the super-not-rich who scrape by in minimally-viable jobs that anyone can do because the Apps are doing all the work. Even the crimes are being committed by people who can’t actually plan crimes.

This fits in perfectly with the series’ other themes concerning AI and sentience and consciousness. Who is really alive in a world where meat sacks can’t do anything unless the AIs embedded in their systems tell them how? But what I really like is the unshowy way they’re exploring this future. No one is As You Knowing the Apps or the lack of education/experience/skills. They’re just showing you examples of it throughout and letting you piece it together.

This being Westworld, of course, there’s going to be at least one enormous orgy sequence featuring robot sex, and frankly I can’t wait to see the Apps for that.

Writing What You Know: Start There

Yeah, yeah: It’s write what you know time again. If you’re a writer who likes to talk shop, you can’t escape it — most of us probably startle out of bed at night screaming WRITE WHAT YOU KNOWWWWWWWWW at least five times a week. And the only thing more numerous than conversations about WWYK are opinions about WWYK. Which means that I, as a self-respecting literary superstar, have to generate new opinions about it on a regular basis or risk fading into obscurity.

My basic take on WWYK has always been that it’s a good guideline to remind yourself not to rely on bullshit, but it shouldn’t be taken too literally, or your work devolves into memoir. But recently I’ve been thinking about another way of looking at WWYK: Using what you know as a starting point.

Start Here

Worrying over writing what you know assumes that you’re supposed to be some sort of expert in everything you put into your story, which simply isn’t — or doesn’t have to be — true. But you do need some level of verisimilitude, of course. Write What You Know doesn’t mean you have to be an expert in what you’re writing, it means you should draw on something you are an expert in.

So, for example, let’s say you’re writing a story about a contract killer. You are not yourself a contract killer, nor have you ever been (I assume). So how can you write what you know? Well, you’ve had a job. You know what it’s like to work for someone else, doing something you’re variably good at. Start there.

Or maybe you’re writing a story about a couple getting a divorce, but you’ve never been married, or even had a bad breakup. You’ve probably had some sort of painful experience involving someone else, an argument, a fight, a decades-long prank war involving increasingly cruel and elaborate pranks that shatter lives and destabilize civilization, something. Start there.

These things don’t have to map 1:1 to the details of your fiction. You’re just looking for a starting point, a way to take your lived-in experience and extrapolate it into something you’ve never lived. That’s how you use WWYK — you take what you know and write it into your story. It’s a starting point.

So am I sitting here wondering how I can map a lifestyle that is 75% sitting in a comfortable chair and 25% drinking pleasant adult beverages and 19% Internet rabbit holes onto cyberpunk sci-fi stories about murderous cyborgs and the desperate professional killers that fight them? You know I am, hun.

Writing As a Skill

Eventually we’ll look back on the pandemic lockdown a lot of office workers are going through and notice a) a baby boom; b) a divorce boom; or c) a manuscript boom. Heck, even when I did have to trek into an office every day for eight hours, I managed to do a lot of writing on the job. When I started working from home all bets were off, as I suspect a lot of aspiring novelists are discovering today. There’s something magical about being able to nip over to an open document and write three sentences in your WIP while waiting for everyone to get their shit together on yet another conference call.

There’s also something magical about doing those calls pantsless, and having beers for lunch.

But I digress! I came here not to make lame pandemic jokes or even lamer pantsless jokes, but to talk about how writing is a valuable skill.

Not Everyone Write Good

The first thing I ever published was a joke that appeared in an issue of Highlights for Children when I was, I dunno, eight? 10? Forty? Who can remember such things. The joke was terrible (and forgotten) but I showed that fucking Highlights to everyone. It was my first taste that writing can actually convey power.

As a freelance writer, I know how easy it is to think that no one values writing. We get offered pennies for our words, are often the last people brought into a project, and it sure isn’t uncommon to have someone heavily imply — if not outright state — that the writing part is something they could easily do themselves if only they had the time for something so trivial.

This, of course, is bullshit. If you’re someone who knows how to write, you’ve no doubt experienced the sort of semi-literate, incomprehensible emails that many people send on a daily basis as they do the work they have been paid to do. So, so, so many people out there — grown adults with degrees from prestigious institutions — have no fucking idea how to write clearly and effectively, despite the fact that this is a skill that can, in fact, be acquired.

And writing is foundational. Everything begins with writing. Behind every business idea or corporate project is an email, a memo, a report, a white paper. Behind every comic book, film, and TV show is a treatment, a script, a bible. Legislation, marketing, scientific and medical research — it all starts with writing, it all requires writing. More importantly, it all requires good writing.

Anyone can learn how to write competently, but based on the shit I receive via email every day, no one bothers. And I finally come to my damn point: The world needs us, kids. It needs writers. Never forget that.

It also needs whiskey, and a lot of it, these days. Stay safe, everyone.

Characters and Motivation

Writing a story is easy. You create some characters with names and recognizable human traits, you give at least one of them a conflict, and then you explore how they do or don’t get past the conflict to get where they want to be. Easy!

Of course, it isn’t that easy, as anyone who’s ever tried with a modicum of objectivity about their work has discovered. And while any aspect of the storytelling process can befuddle and frustrate, the hardest is probably characterization. There’s a reason most non-writers who have a ‘surefire idea for a hit novel’ will give you an extremely plot-heavy pitch: Plot is often the easy part in the sense that cobbling together a bunch of plot points from other stories and hanging them on a plot arc isn’t so hard. But characters can be hard.

Or, more accurately: Good, believable characters can be hard. The secret to success is motivation.

Micro Motivation

The trick of it is, there are two kinds of motivation to worry about. One is the macro stuff, the big-ticket motivation that pushes your characters through the story — like, they want revenge on the bully who ruined their life, or they want to murder their next door neighbor, or they want to save their daughter from a serial killer. This is something most writers figure out early on, the need for their characters to have a reason to be in the story in the first place.

What a lot of writers don’t figure out is the necessity of micro motivation for all the other decisions your character makes. For example, let’s say you have a character named Chuck who has just been abducted by aliens, and your plot requires him to do a bizarre dance the aliens teach him. Now, you’re god in your own story, so all you have to do is write

Chuck thought about this bizarre dance and decided he would do it. To hell with dignity!

And mission accomplished. Except, of course, that you’ve given the reader no reason why he’s decided to do this. And that can be crucial, because readers can smell when something is done Because Plot. Characters shouldn’t do things simply because the plot doesn’t move forward unless they do it. There should be a reason behind their actions.

Does that mean you have to explicitly state that reason every single time?

Chuck chose to dance, because he suddenly remembered being in high school and never dancing at the school dances where all the other kids danced. His dying mother had said, I hope you dance, so now he would dance!

It does not. Your character’s motivation should be organic, a part of them, and preferably something that doesn’t require a block of exposition to explain. Sometimes the best way to explain motivation will in fact be some quick epiphany on your character’s part, of course, but that should probably be an exception.

Then again, what do I know. I spent the whole day wearing mis-matched socks, and my pants are three sizes too large.

In Praise of Failure

Life if short, don’t I know it, and that terrible knowledge can lead to some pretty awful decisions, usually centered around various Happy Hours and the seductive realization that someday there will be no more Happy Hours, at least for me personally, and so I’d better enjoy the ones I have to the fullest extent of my liver’s capabilities.

Knowing that life is short can also have a strange effect on your reading decisions, or so I’ve noticed, in the form of a fear of wasting your time on a book that is ultimately disappointing. This is usually in conjunction with a ‘serious’ or ‘difficult’ novel, because the idea of investing some days or weeks or months in reading a thick book that requires you to keep notes and do ancillary research, only for it to be something less than perfect or genius, is kind of horrifying.

For example, I recently read Ducks, Newburyport by Lucy Ellmann, which was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize last year. It’s a stream-of-consciousness narrative often compared to Ulysses in terms of complexity and wordplay, and usually (if kind of inaccurately) described as one single run-on sentence.

I’ve noticed that when I mention the book to some folks, their reaction is suspicion — mainly the the odds are pretty good they’ll find the whole thing pretentious and the ‘gimmick’ unsatisfying. And so they just refuse to read it in the first place, as if you can’t stop reading a book 100 pages in and throw it across the room.

Here’s the thing: You absolutely should read a book even if you think there’s a high chance it will frustrate you.

Beautiful Failure

It’s easy to be cynical. As a writer, I find it sadly easy to be cynical about every other writer who isn’t me, actually, and to assume they’re all hacks who are stealing my advance monies. And as a consumer of entertainments I find it easy to assume that any book that is ambitious is doomed to failure.

But here’s the thing: So what?

This idea that a work of literature (or a song, or a movie, or what have you) must be perfect or else it’s a waste of your time is kind of nuts. So is, by the way, not writing a book or what have you because you’re not sure you can pull off the trick or gimmick or genius reinvention of narrative tropes you have in mind.

So read the weird, complicated books and worry about whether they worked or not later, whether you like them or not later. Not everything you read has to be enjoyable for you, or even successful. And not everything you write will be successful. If you insist on waiting until you have an idea that is guaranteed to be a success you’ll be waiting a long time. Sometimes you just have to take the chance.

And a novel you didn’t enjoy is not a waste of time, because you’ll probably take something from it, if only a better sense of what you enjoy — or maybe a trick you can use in your own writing; I’ve had a few stories stem from observing a literary trick that I thought I could do better (I usually can’t, but not for lack of trying). And a novel you wrote that doesn’t work out isn’t a waste, either, because you probably learned something from that as well.

Ducks, Newburyport is fascinating, btw. And kind of surprisingly enjoyable!

Writing Practice: Focus

FOR a man with the social skills of a small goldfish and the misanthropy of a much larger person, I’ve met a lot of fellow writers over the years. At conventions, book signings, and parole hearings, I’ve discussed writing a lot, with these conversations usually beginning with me insisting I don’t know anything and concluding with a four-hour presentation by me as I attempt to explain how I write novels despite clearly being an idiot.

What my fellow writers want from me largely depends on their level of experience. Older, more experienced writers usually want my secret moonshine recipe for making liquor out of old socks. Younger writers want surprisingly precise answers to questions like how many characters am I legally allowed to have in a novel or is ‘Randy’ an acceptable name for my sentient toaster detective character? Which means I have to expend energy explaining that there are no rules, really, which then leads to a subset of question regarding how to figure all this stuff out if there are no rules.

The answer to that, invariably, has two parts. First, read. Reading a lot of other people’s fiction inside and outside your comfort zone and sphere of interest will show you some pretty amazing things, and impress upon you that the only limitation to what you can do in a story is what you can sell to your audience.

The second part is, of course, to write. Write a lot. More importantly, challenge yourself when you write. If you dream of publishing dinosaur erotica, naturally you’ll write a lot of dinosaur erotica. But you shouldn’t write only dinosaur erotica. Just as with your reading, your writing should be varied and challenging.

One technique I’ve used a lot is to restrict myself to a specific tool, like dialog, or exposition. In other words, treat your writing practice like a gym workout and concentrate on specific aspects of the craft that need work.

Don’t Skip Leg Day

The word practice throws some people off, because writing is supposed to be an explosion of emotional truth, an artistic expression. And it sure is. But so is writing a song, but no one argues that you shouldn’t learn how to play and know something about music theory — and then work every day to master techniques. It’s really not that different with writing.

In music, you practice stuff like scales, training your fingers and hands to find notes in a pattern, training your ear to notice when you’re out of key, and stretching your muscles to learn new shapes. You can do something similar with your writing by trying to write a story using just one aspect of writing mechanics.

For example, many years ago I wrote a series of short stories that were entirely dialogue. I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write a successful story without any exposition, or stage direction, or narration. If I could shape a character on the page just from their speech. If I could avoid confusing the reader without any tags. It was a lot of fun and some of those stories turned out really well, and I learned a lot about my tics when it came to dialogue, lessons I still use today.

It’s best to think of practice like this as experiments, because there is a very good chance the end result won’t be marketable; getting something that works as a story in general is a benefit, but not the goal. The goal is to get a sense of your own level of control, and to identify (or shore up) weak spots. Have trouble with characters? Write a story that is just a character study, an obsessive neighbor observing someone. Trouble with pacing? Write a story that has a new plot twist every paragraph, for the sense of control, like you’re shifting a car’s gears while driving through the mountains. Forget about balance and artistry and just do one thing for 5,000 words, like you’re doing musical scales.

Of course, this advice is free and you get what you pay for. And consider that the other thing I practice regularly is whiskey appreciation. So, you know, it’s always a 50/50 shot whether you’re getting real writerly brilliance or the incoherent ramblings of an inebriated man.

The Joker is Our New Hamlet

Actors and musicians sometimes encounter a challenge other artists and creatives don’t: Interpreting the work of others1. Sure, writers might twist a classic into a modern form or tell an old story in a new way, but it’s not precisely the same2. Actors and musicians often find themselves asked to reinterpret a role or song without fundamentally changing the words and other aspects of the performance. Think about that—you have the same words, the same basic stage direction, the same overall form, and you’re supposed to do something new and exciting with it3.

For actors, as a result, there’s usually a role that everyone has tried at some point or another in their career. For a while that role was Shakespeare’s Hamlet, the glum and slightly crazy Prince of Denmark charged by his father’s ghost with avenging his murder4. When Arnold Schwarzenegger wanted to poke fun at his limited range and thick Austrian accent in 1993’s Last Action Hero, he imagined himself reciting the infamous ‘Yorick’ soliloquy from the play, riffing on the idea that Arnie might try his hand at a serious role like that. It was pop culture shorthand. Almost every ‘serious’ actor has tried to put his own stamp on Hamlet, your Oliviers and Gielguds, and when Kenneth Branagh was riding the crest of his Hot Young Classicist phase, he used his currency to make a 4-hour film version of the play that let him chew some serious scenery5. For actresses there are, unsurprisingly, fewer such roles—fewer such characters—with which to define themselves, but the Austen roles of Emma and Elizabeth or perhaps Brontë’s Jane Eyre come around every few years, and can make a career in similar fashion.

Recently, Hamlet has fallen out of favor. Not among Shakespeare fans or classicists (or even among actors), but in a pop culture sense; there hasn’t been a screen adaptation since 2009 and you sure don’t hear any buzz about the role when actors take it on6. Into this vacuum we have a new role, a new character that actors will try to make their own: The Joker.

Why So Serious?

Credit where credit is due: The first iconic performance in the role of The Joker was Cesar Romero on the 1960s-era Batman TV show. In part because it was television (there was a theatrical film starring Romero as The Joker, but it was really just a super-sized episode) and in part because it was a terminally silly show, Romero’s performance is rarely mentioned in the same breath as the actors that followed, but it is a remarkable performance. Romero brings some real manic pixie dream Joker energy to his performance. His Joker is constantly laughing, playing pranks, and always in motion, and yet there’s a sour thread of real menace there. Romero’s Joker is always laughing at you—at your pain and suffering—never with you.

But to be fair, Joker wasn’t an iconic role in the 1960s, and Romero’s robust performance has little to do with its late bloom as the new Hamlet for actors. That began in 1989 with Jack Nicholson.

Tim Burton’s Batman is a terrible movie. You might have fond memories of it—as I do7—but it is … not good8. It was, however, a smash hit and a cultural phenomenon, in part because of Nicholson, who was still an A+ movie star, a serious actor, and an outsize celebrity personality back then. Hearing that an actor of Nicholson’s caliber had signed on to portray a character previously portrayed by Cesar Romero was surprising, and instantly elevated the role to a higher status. If Nicholson could play The Joker, after all, anyone could play The Joker, even the biggest names in Hollywood.

And Nicholson’s performance is good-to-great. He’s not sure how to handle the silliness, which was still a part of Joker’s DNA in 1989; you can almost see the drugs in Nicholson’s eyes when he’s forced to prance about like a silly clown. But he also brought a real sense of psychotic danger to the role; you can see echoes of Nicholson’s brutal shifts from maniacal silliness to coldblooded violence in more recent portrayals, and some of his line readings are absolute classics. Nicholson took the role seriously, and thus made it a role that you could take seriously.

Which opened the door for Heath Ledger two decades later. Ledger’s performance is legendary, of course; he won an Oscar for it, after all9. Consider Cesar Romero in 1966 and Heath Ledger in 2008—the same role, and yet so vastly different in gravitas and approach. Ledger’s performance is in every way brilliant, from the flat, nasally Midwestern accent he affects to the twitches and tics he indulges in, to the sudden growl he puts in his voice when he echoes Nicholson and downshifts from silly to homicidal. More than anyone else, Heath Ledger made The Joker the new Hamlet10, a role that can define a career (for good or bad, as we’ll see) and which young actors will aspire to when they want to assert themselves as serious actors.

The Crucible

Ledger’s performance is what made The Joker the sort of role that serious actors would accept with the intention of leaving their mark on it. Jared Leto attempted to make the role his own in 2016’s Suicide Squad with disastrous results; his take on the character is what a fifteen-year old kid who shares memes about releasing their inner demons would come up with. While the performance is … bad, what’s notable is how Leto clearly wants to make the role his own. There’s obviously a sense that The Joker is the sort of iconic role that you are remembered for, and Leto’s frenzied, desperate energy in the performance reflects that11.

Which brings us to Joaquin Phoenix and 2019’s Joker, which has raked in awards and made Phoenix a serious contender for Best Actor. Phoenix’s interpretation of the role is quite different from all the other Jokers, and the film’s success (and the success of his performance) has solidified the role’s new stature. Phoenix hasn’t pursued the sort of career that would normally bring him into a superhero universe like D.C.’s, and it’s hard to imagine him appearing in an effects-heavy fight scene with Robert Pattinson’s Batman12, so it’s easy to speculate that what attracted him to the role was, in part, its iconic status. Simply put, if you want to make a splash as an actor, try your best to get cast as The Joker. If you nail it, people will take you seriously.

Which is, in some ways, perfect for our current moment. There’s something appropriate about this shift from Shakespeare’s glowering Prince of Denmark to a comic book villain as the defining role for actors, something appropriate in having a maniacal clown as our most important fictional portrayal. The world has become a darkly funny place. To paraphrase another kind of fictional joker, “Once you realize what a joke everything is, being The Joker is the only thing that makes sense.”

The Pitch

One thing that unites all writers (aside from depression and the habit of using uncommon words in common conversations and having to desperately explain the definitions to people rapidly tiring of your bullshit) is The Pitch. Whether you’re shopping a novel to an agent or publisher or trying to land a freelance gig, you’ll more than likely find yourself having to pitch an idea to someone — someone who more than likely does not give a crap. Most pitches fail.

And that can be rough. There’s nothing worse than slaving over a pitch only to get a blank-faced, far too polite rejection the second you stop speaking. It’s easy to think that if your idea doesn’t gain traction, it must not have been a very good idea. But I am here to tell you that probably isn’t true. You just have to keep pitching that idea until you find someone who agrees with you regarding how awesome it is.

Sorry To Bother You

Pitches and synopses and the like are tough for writers because they’re like 10% of the idea. They’re all bone, and sometimes a story relies on details and grace notes. Not every premise is mind-blowing when boiled down to its raw form, and the worry is that an idea that has you really excited can get a blank stare from people when you pitch it because you can’t spend two days explaining every detail and reverse-engineering your shocking-but-plausible twists. The end result can be excruciating.

But here’s the thing: You don’t need everyone to love your idea. You don’t even need a committee of people. You need one person at a time. First and foremost, you need: You. You yourself have to like the idea you’re pitching. Then you need to create a chain of Your People, folks who also love your idea. One at a time. If someone pulls a face when you pitch and says “Next!” well, move on. Keep pitching until you find your people.

Of course, this process requires you to get a lot of rejection smeared all over you. But that’s what the whiskey’s for.

The Competence Myth

FRIENDS, I am an incompetent person.

No one who has ever interacted with me is surprised to hear this. I am generally the sort of man you expect to find wearing two trashbags taped together as some sort of clothing, the sort of man who can literally forget something within seconds:

THE DUCHESS: Don’t forget your keys!

ME: Of course! <leaves house, closes door, pauses> Dang it. Forgot my keys.

This extends to my writing career in many hilarious and frustrating ways. I am also, it turns out, the sort of man who can (and will) confuse several different style guides, forget to save changes, and make a lot of really dumbo mistakes. And yet, I have a pretty solid writing career going here. Which is only notable because there is a belief out there that in order to be a professional writer you have to be uber-competent and make exactly zero mistakes. Which I disprove simply by existing.

Say Nothing. Act Casual

Now, don’t misunderstand me: You should certainly try to be competent. As should I! But we need to dispense with the idea that you have to be absolutely perfect in everything you do. That your pitches must be perfect. That your query letters must be perfect. That your manuscripts, communications, headshot, and synopses must be perfect. I’m here to tell you that there’s a margin of error. And in my experience it’s kind of huge.

This is because writing is a subjective thing, and also a profession. With the former, most of the mistakes you’re gonna make aren’t really mistakes at all, but rather different interpretations of instructions, guidelines, or feedback, and most of the people you’ll work with understand this. With the latter, there’s a lot of professional courtesy out there. I’ve had many, many variations on the ‘Sorry about that oversight / don’t worry about it NBD!’ exchange with people paying me to write things for them.

Because, here’s the thing: I’m getting paid to write things because that’s not something just anyone can do. So as with any professional partnership, there’s an allowance for mistakes and oversights. Of course, there’s a difference between the occasional screwup and, you know, being absolutely crap at your work, but as long as you stay on the right side of that spectrum you’re generally fine.

Now, I have lost jobs because of the aforementioned trashbag clothing. But those were office jobs where apparently people are offended when you show up wearing trashbags with a duct tape belt. In other words: Snobs.