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The Gift of Fire

Myths abound of the writer who began producing stories from an early age – the writer whose parents showered his every effort with praise and encouragement, who attracted notice in school for his precocity, who won awards, and who ended up with a book deal by age twenty-two. Perhaps they are destined to be one-hit wonders (anybody remember Anita Loos?), or perhaps they did have a spark of genuine talent.

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

You mean this was a book?

The Mozarts of the world aside, our precocious preschooler has no greater talent than you did at that age. Maybe, when you were five, you did think you wanted to write stories. Maybe you even wrote some. But unlike the guy with the book deal while he still has acne, no one encouraged you or took interest.

It’s a bad deal when that happens – but it happens to a very many individuals. Probably most move on to something that they were encouraged to do and are perfectly happy with whatever that is . . . but then, I can’t count how many people, eyes downcast, have murmured to me, “Yeah, I always wanted to write a book. . . .”

A movie metaphor does well here. At the beginning of the 1981 movie Quest for Fire, the Ulam, a tribe of early Homo sapiens who has thus far only managed to gather fire from natural sources, habitually keep embers in a bone cage and tend it at all hours. When the tribe is driven from its shelter at the start of the movie, filmmaker Jean-Jacques Annaud emphasizes the importance to the tribe of saving this fire-containing cage – especially when it ends up falling in a marsh. Thus, the tribe sends three of its best to find fire; the men, Naoh, Amoukar, and Gaw, battle nature and other human species in their quest and eventually do return with a burning ember tucked away in the bone cage.

Fire good.

Fire good.

Throughout this movie, fire – whether an ember or a bonfire – is literally the most prized “possession” of the Ulam. How does this illustrate my main point? Well, as Picasso said, every child is an artist – every child has the divine fire of creativity. Some children are fortunate enough to be born to parents who stoke that fire; most of us aren’t. Most of us find ourselves hunched in a wasteland with a bone cage containing one . . . tiny . . . burning ember.

That may well be you. Maybe one, tiny, burning ember is all you have –- but you do have it. How many times have you had to cross rivers while you carried that cage aloft, or hidden in caves to keep it dry while the heavens rain down torrents?

Well, you did that for a reason. You could have done as so many others do and moved on, but you didn’t. You didn’t, because like the Ulam, that creative fire was your most prized possession. Do not tell yourself that the Universe is against you, that if only your parents had encouraged you, that if you had only been able to go to college. Because the Universe started you out with the gift of fire, and the reason you’re reading this right now is because you still have it.

You don’t need to be young to stoke that fire. You don’t need a degree in Creative Writing. You don’t need money. You certainly don’t need your parents to back you up. You don’t need anything but the will to preserve that ember and the patience to fan it into a bonfire.

And this is the day you start.

Learn to Make a Mess: On Befriending Your Process

Oftentimes, you’ll come up with a great germ of an idea for a story. You’ll dash off to write it, but when you do, you’ll find yourself meandering, following twists and turns that your erratic right brain dreams up seemingly out of nowhere.

Eventually, you end up with a jumbled mess of a draft—plot twists that go nowhere, holes you forgot to fill in, and characters whose situations you forgot to resolve.

If you’re not the sort of writer who outlines before embarking on a project, you’re almost certain to end up with such disarray. While I could take this opportunity to urge you to outline beforehand (and I probably will at some point), I’m going to give you a different bit of advice.

Getting muddy.That advice is to take heart. When you muck about in a draft, you do, invariably, toss up a lot of mud. In fact, you end up with piles of it. Writing is like that: lots of digging around in the earth and getting yourself covered in ick. But while you do dig up a lot of useless mud, you also inevitably stumble on some gold.

And that’s the whole point of the rough draft—finding the gold. When you get to the end of your draft, and you’ve got a sinking feeling that you’ve got a lot of dren, take the time to go back through what you’ve written. My bet is that pieces of the real story are hidden there in all the garbage.

Those are the pieces you want to keep and stitch together into the story you meant to tell. If you’re really the kind of spontaneous writer who refuses to outline, then this is a process you must learn to embrace. Befriend it. In fact, learn to enjoy the ride. Accept that this is how you write, get out your shovel and work boots, and make a mess.

On Living Honestly

In your writing life, you might come to a point at which the magic stops. For some time, you’ve suspected it was going to happen. Maybe ideas don’t come to you as often, or getting them down has become harder. And now, suddenly, you can’t write at all. You might still be able to put words on paper, and they might even fool other people into thinking you’re producing good work, but you know the truth. You know the fountain has dried up.

If this happens, the problem might not lie in your writing abilities, nor in your ability to think of new material. The problem may be that you’re living a lie.

Let me explain. We’re all forced to do things in life that we don’t want to—jobs we hate, family get-togethers we’d rather avoid, that sort of thing. Few people have the freedom to do exactly what they want 100 percent of the time, and those who do are probably not very nice to be around.

But none of that really interferes with your ability to write. What does interfere with your ability to write is when you consistently, day in and day out, pretend to everyone that whatever it is you’re not wanting to do really is what you want to do—including to yourself.

I don’t mean that you should have a bad attitude about the distasteful things we all have to do to get along. Not at all. What I do mean is that if you are going so far as to not even acknowledge the truth to yourself, then you are definitely living a lie.

The fact is, if you’re so immersed in a daily lie that you are even pretending to yourself, then your creative voice is going to atrophy. Because art is about telling the truth—and if you can’t tell the truth even to yourself, then you surely can’t tell the truth about anything else.

I’m not suggesting you up and abandon everything in favor of homesteading in Alaska. No. But you do need to admit, to yourself, that this situation, whatever it is, is not actually what you want. Write it down. Write it all down. This will terrify you. Burn it, then, if you’re afraid of what you’ve just written down.

You’ve just finally been honest with yourself. And maybe the situation is such that it’s actually impossible to change for financial, familial, or health reasons. Okay. You’re not the first writer to have responsibilities.

What can you do? You can stake out a part of your life that is yours and that you can live honestly. If you secretly always wanted to be a homesteader, take canoeing and camping trips. If you always wanted to be a ballerina, and not an accountant, take some dance classes. If you can’t afford either one, save some seeds and plant a garden, or watch YouTube instructional videos.

Be like water, which always finds a way, even through rock. You might be surprised when the words return to you.