Being a soulless Gen X mutant, normally I don’t try to help people or do anything, I just sit in my flannel shirt in my dimly lit basement listening to Alice in Chains and reveling in the fact that I don’t care about anything and only being happy when it rains. And also not even then. As a Xer I spend my time normally not caring about money or success or anything but Bikini Kill.
Normally I wouldn’t post twice in a day either, but if I wait I’ll forget. Sometimes I write myself notes of things to write about later and then I never remember what they mean later. This has been going on for 30 years.
There’s a pretty common piece of writing advice which is “write a lot”. If you feel blocked it’s because you’re thinking too much. Just write something, anything. Write every day all the time. The theory is that you get better at something by doing it. A basketball player doesn’t get better by thinking about shooting, they get better by shooting baskets in an empty gym.
Part of the idea is that most of what everyone writes, except for a few geniuses, sucks. So if ten percent of what you write is going to be good, you need to write tons and tons to make that ten percent pile as big as possible.
For me, this advice was one of those things where I said “That sounds right” but didn’t really take it to heart. Today though I heard something that really made it land for me.
This information is coming to me 5th hand so the details are probably wrong but the gist is correct I think. There’s a book called Art & Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking. According to a different book that referenced that book that was referenced on a YouTube video that was referenced on a TV show that was referenced on a podcast I listen to, in Art &Fear they talk about an art teacher.
This art teacher decided to play a cruel joke on their class in the name of the social sciences. They divided the class into two groups. Group one was told their grade would be based on the number of pots they made. Group two was told that their grade would be based on their best pot. But hold onto your butts folks, because the first group was lied to, everyone was judged on their best pot.
The gag is at the end of the semester (or whatever) the first group had made better pots. The theory is that while group two spent all their time trying to make one or a few good pots, group one was cranking out pots right and left; ergo they got good at making pots, ergo they made a lot of crappy pots but the good ones they made were better than the people who were trying to make good ones.
This may not even be a true story, but it made the “write a lot” advice sink in for me.
I already write almost every day but nevertheless in order to write more, I will be starting a 5th blog with a new fiction narrative, working title – Blood Orgy in The House of Pain.