I pin photos and magazine clippings and index cards on a bulletin board above my desk for inspiration when I’m writing. I keep a box up on my bookshelf labeled “bulletin board,” and whenever I start a new book, I take a photo of whatever’s left up there, clear off all the contents, and dump them in the box. Going back through the box is like digging through a little time capsule. Above is 1/3 of the current board. (Clockwise from the left: David Hockney, Sister Corita Kent, Bill Cunningham (photo by Andy Warhol), Tove Jansson, Walt Whitman, Phil Connors, Lynda Barry, Nina Katchadourian, Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Marcel Duchamp, and Hannah Höch.)
First drafts
Essential reading: the “Shitty First Drafts” chapter of Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird:
Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. Start by getting something — anything — down on paper. A friend of mine says that the first draft is the down draft — you just get it down. The second draft is the up draft — you fix it up. You try to say what you have to say more accurately. And the third draft is the dental draft, where you check every tooth, to see if it’s loose or cramped or decayed, or even, God help us, healthy.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a beginner or a professional, writes Lamott, when you first sit down with something new, “We all often feel like we are pulling teeth.”
Yes, agreed the late David Rakoff, “Writing is like pulling teeth…. From my dick.”
In Half Empty, he, too, talks about the necessary pain-in-the-ass of the first draft:
Writing—I can really only speak to writing here—always, always only starts out as shit: an infant of monstrous aspect; bawling, ugly, terrible, and it stays terrible for a long, long time (sometimes forever). Unlike cooking, for example, where largely edible, if raw, ingredients are assembled, cut, heated, and otherwise manipulated into something both digestible and palatable, writing is closer to having to reverse-engineer a meal out of rotten food.
Rakoff said writing never got any easier for him. “It still only ever begins badly,” he said.
I re-read these quotes every time I’m in the middle of drafting a new book. And then I remind myself of my own motto: “It doesn’t matter if it’s good right now, it just needs to exist.”
Come to think of it, that’s not a bad life motto, either…
Seeing the days
I think you really have to see the days to know what you can do with them.
I cut up one of my calendars and taped what’s left of April to May and June and, voila, it made 10 whole weeks. I like seeing them all there, without the month headings. Makes what I’m doing seem more doable, somehow.
Coming up with a title
“When I’m finished and the work is off the loom, it sits there and ruminates. Then it starts having a name in spite of myself.”
—Sheila Hicks
“Part of the impetus to name things is that if you don’t they get called Untitled, and that just gets to be a drag to have a thing referred to as ‘untitled.’”
—John McCracken
I’m one of those writers who likes to come up with the title for the piece first and then write the thing. That’s how my last two books worked, but now I’m working on this new book, and nobody can agree on any of the titles I’ve come up with so far.
In My Life in France, Julia Child writes about what a pain in the ass it was to come up with the title for Mastering The Art of French Cooking. She and her husband Paul debated “the merits of poetic titles versus descriptive titles.” They made lists and lists of titles, trying to come up with the right “combination of words and associations” that would work.
Editor Judith Jones (who got the original manuscript with the title “French Recipes for American Cooks”) finally came up with the title after “playing with a set of words like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, trying to get them to fit together.” (Dramatized in the movie, Julie & Julia.) This seems to me like a totally sensible approach, so I’m stealing it: I’m writing words I like on index cards, and shuffling them around.
Still, even if you come up with a great title, there will be Unbelievers. Alfred Knopf, when he heard Jones’ title, supposedly shook his head and said, “I’ll eat my hat if anyone buys a book with that title!”
Above: pages from Every Day a Word Surprises Me and quotes from Art is the Highest Form of Hope.
Who has time for that?
Q: “Who has time for that?”
A: “People who make time for that.”
Above: art-making advice from our 40-year-old ovens.
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