
On Writing
10th Anniversary Edition: A Memoir of the Craft
Stephen King has written over 50 books. ALL of them (that would be every.single.one) have been international best-sellers. (Wow.) It’s fair to say he knows a thing or two (or 350 million) about writing. He shares that wisdom in this book and we'll take a quick look at a handful of my favorite Big Ideas in this Note.
Big Ideas
- CriticsAnd babysitter farts.
- Spike on the WallAre better than nails.
- Do Not Come LightlyTo the blank page.
- Cigar Smoking Man-MuseLives in the basement.
- Prime Directive= Read a lot + write a lot.
- Jumper CablesUnplug them from your brain.
- Show UpAnd shut the door.
- Do It for the JoyAnd do it forever.
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy. Some of this book—perhaps too much—has been about how I learned to do it. Much of it has been about how you can do it better. The rest of it—and perhaps the best of it—is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will. Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink.
Drink and be filled up.”
~ Stephen King from On Writing
Stephen King has written over 50 books.
ALL of them (that would be every.single.one) have been international best-sellers. (Wow.)
It’s fair to say he knows a thing or two (or 350 million) about writing. He shares that wisdom in this book.
As you’d expect, the book is incredibly well written. Part mini-autobiography and part field manual on how to hone your craft, it’s inspiring.
It’s a fun read—like peeking into a master’s workshop and straight into his mind to see how he works. It’s also an extraordinary example of Carol Dweck’s growth mindset in action.
Whether you’re an aspiring writer or just a fan of mastery, I think you’ll love it. I highly (!)recommend it. You can get it here.
Let’s have fun taking a quick look at a few of my favorite Big Ideas!
It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.
Critics and (babysitter) Farts
“Eula-Beulah was prone to farts—the kind that are both loud and smelly. Sometimes when she was so afflicted, she would throw me on the couch, drop her wool-skirted butt on my face, and let loose. “Pow!” she’d cry in high glee. It was like being buried in marshgas fireworks. I remember the dark, the sense that I was suffocating, and I remember laughing. Because, while what was happening was sort of horrible, it was also sort of funny. In many ways, Eula-Beulah prepared me for literary criticism. After having a two-hundred pound babysitter fart on your face and yell Pow!, The Village Voice holds few terrors.”
Well, that’s one way to inoculate yourself from the threat of literary critics, eh? (Hah!)
Critics.
The next time you’re up against them, just remember Stephen’s babysitter.
Pow!
And, here are a few more gems to have handy:
Steven Pressfield tells us (see Notes on The War of Art): “The professional learns to recognize envy-driven criticism and to take it for what it is: the supreme compliment. The critic hates most that which he would have done himself if he had the guts.”
John Grisham’s perspective: “Critics should find meaningful work.”
In Daring Greatly, Brené Brown tells us how to deal with the people in the stands. She shares this gem from her friend Scott Stratten (author of UnMarketing): “Don’t try to win over the haters; you’re not the jackass whisperer.”
And, finally, Paulo Coelho shared this anonymous gem: “Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it’s done, they’ve seen it done every day, but they’re unable to do it themselves.”
Critics: Take that!
Pow!
Spikes on the wall
“When I got the rejection slip from AHMM, I pounded a nail into the wall above the Webcor, wrote “Happy Stamps” on the rejection slip, and poked it onto the nail. Then I sat on my bed and listened to Fats sing “I’m ready.” I felt pretty good, actually. When you’re still too young to shave, optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.
By the time I was fourteen (and shaving twice a week whether I needed to or not) the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.”
A nail wasn’t big enough to hold the weight of all the rejection slips young Stephen King received.
So, he got a SPIKE and pounded that into the wall.
And then he went on writing.
I can’t imagine a better image to capture the growth mindset/the importance of embracing our failures and getting back to work. Here’s a quick re-cap of fixed vs. growth mindsets (see Note on Carol Dweck’s Mindset):
Fixed mindset people think there’s no room for improvement—they either have it or they don’t. Therefore, a rejection slip (even just one; or even just the thought that they might get rejected!) is enough to stop them in their tracks. They get a rejection slip and hurriedly throw it away, telling themselves they weren’t that into it anyway. And then they GIVE UP.
Growth mindset writers? They FEAST on feedback (you should read about how Stephen literally craved feedback from publishers). They try to get just a little bit better as they work tenaciously to improve their skills—knowing they CAN get better. For them, failure isn’t getting a rejection slip (or 100). Failure is not trying. So, they get a spike. And they get back to work.
Carol Dweck tells us: “Is it ability or mindset? Was it Mozart’s musical ability or the fact that he worked till his hands were deformed? Was it Darwin’s scientific ability or the fact that he collected specimens non-stop from early childhood?”
Makes me think of Stephen. He’s been reading + writing non-stop since childhood.
P.S. All this reminds me of Paulo Coelho’s wisdom: “I don’t regret the painful times; I bare my scars as if they were medals.”
And, Joseph Campbell’s advice to young writers: “When I taught in a boy’s prep school, I used to talk to the boys who were trying to make up their minds as to what their careers were going to be. A boy would come to me and ask, “Do you think I can do this? Do you think I can do that? Do you think I can be a writer?” “Oh,” I would say, “I don’t know. Can you endure ten years of disappointment with nobody responding to you, or are you thinking that you are going to write a best seller the first crack? If you have the guts to stay with the thing you really want, no matter what happens, well, go ahead.”
George Bernard Shaw echoes the wisdom well: “When I was a young man I observed that nine out of ten things I did were failures. I didn’t want to be a failure, so I did ten times more work.”
Here’s to embracing the inevitable rejection slips on the road to mastery!
#spikes
You must not come lightly
“You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair—the sense that you can never completely put on the page what’s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or because you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.
I’m not asking you to come reverently or unquestioningly; I’m not asking you to be politically correct or cast aside your sense of humor (please God you have one). This isn’t a popularity contest, it’s not the moral Olympics, and it’s not church. But it’s writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can’t or won’t, it’s time for you to close the book and do something else.
Wash the car, maybe.”
That makes it pretty clear.
Don’t be timid. Do. Not. Come. Lightly.
BRING IT!!!!
Or go wash your car.
The Cigar smoking Man-Muse
“What follows is everything I know about how to write good fiction. I’ll be as brief as possible, because your time is valuable and so is mine, and we both understand that the hours we spend talking about writing is time we don’t spend actually doing it. I’ll be as encouraging as possible, because it’s my nature and because I love this job. I want you to love it, too. But if you’re not willing to work your ass off, you have no business trying to write well—settle back into competency and be grateful you have even that much to fall back on. There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement guy. You have to descend to his level, and once you get down there you have to furnish an apartment for him to live in. You have to do all the grunt labor, in other words, while the muse sits and smokes cigars and admires his bowling trophies and pretends to ignore you. Do you think this is fair? I think it’s fair. He may not be much to look at, that muse-guy, and he may not be much of a conversationalist (what I get out of mine is mostly surly grunts, unless he’s on duty), but he’s got the inspiration. It’s right that you should do all the work and burn all the midnight oil, because the guy with the cigar and the little wings has got a bag of magic. There’s stuff in there that can change your life.
Believe me, I know.”
The muse.
Stephen King’s isn’t a cute little lady-fairy. His is a burly, cigar smoking guy who lives in the basement, grunts and pretends to ignore him. (Hah.)
But the guy has a bag of magic.
So, it’s OUR job to make sure we furnish the basement, dust off his bowling trophies and keep him happy by DOING THE WORK day in and day out.
Elizabeth Gilbert has a great TED talk about her relationship to her muse. Check it out here.
Steven Pressfield tells us we need a practice that keeps us connected to something bigger than us that delivers the goods. In Turning Pro (see Notes), he says: “What is a practice anyway? To “have a practice” in yoga, say, or tai chi, or calligraphy, is to follow a rigorous, prescribed regimen with the intention of elevating the mind and the spirit to a higher level.
A practice implies engagement in a ritual. A practice may be defined as the dedicated, daily exercise of commitment, will, and focused intention aimed, on one level, at the achievement of mastery in a field but, on a loftier level, intended to produce a communion with a power greater than ourselves—call it whatever you like: God, mind, soul, Self, the Muse, the superconscious.”
How’s your practice? You properly furnishing the basement to make sure your man-muse is feeling at home, well-fed and generous with the magic dust?
Prime Directive: Read a Lot + Write a Lot
“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There’s no way around these two things that I’m aware of, no shortcut.
I’m a slow reader, but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year, mostly fiction. I don’t read in order to study the craft; I read because I like to read. It’s what I do at night, kicked back in my blue chair. Similarly, I don’t read fiction to study the art of fiction, but simply because I like stories. Yet there is a learning process going on. Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones.”
There’s your prime directive if you’re an aspiring writer: read a lot and write a lot.
That passage is also another demonstration of Carol Dweck’s research findings on the power of what she calls a growth mindset (the whole book is one big demonstration as Stephen is the ultimate growth mindset master—advocating tenaciously hard work, love of the craft, learning, and mastery).
The point I want to underscore here: Stephen reads because he LOVES to read. (And he writes because he LOVES to write.) He happens to be sharpening his skills as he reads, but the primary motivation isn’t to study. It’s to do what he loves. Pure intrinsic motivation.
Here’s how Dweck puts it in Mindset (see Notes): “The growth-minded athletes, CEOs, musicians, or scientists all loved what they did, whereas many of the fixed-minded ones did not. Many growth-minded people didn’t even plan to go to the top. They got there as a result of doing what they love. It’s ironic: The top is where the fixed-mindset people hunger to be, but it’s where many growth-minded people arrive as a by-product of their enthusiasm for what they do. This point is also crucial. In the fixed-mindset, everything is about the outcome. If you fail—or if you’re not the best—it’s all been wasted. The growth mindset allows people to value what they’re doing regardless of the outcome.”
Do you love what you do? There’s no (!) way we’ll put in the required effort to attain mastery unless we LOVE what we do—so much that we’d literally pay to have the opportunity to do it.
Jumper cables clamped to your brain
“The bigger deal was that, for the first time in my life, writing was hard. The problem was the teaching. I liked my coworkers and loved the kids—even the Beavis and Butt-Head types in Living with English could be interesting—but by most Friday afternoons I felt as if I’d spent the week with jumper cables clamped to my brain. If I ever came close to despairing about my future as a writer, it was then.”
After college, Stephen got a job teaching. He did that for a couple years.
Two things I want to note here.
First: Later in that section Stephen talks about the importance of the support he received from his wife, Tabitha, during that challenging period. Her encouragement kept him going.
(The book is also part love story. I got tears in my eyes a number of times as he reflected on Tabitha’s love and support over the decades. Made me think of my wife, Alexandra, and her extraordinary belief in and support of me.)
Second: Let’s talk about those jumper cables on his brain.
Stephen is referring to his experience as a teacher and how it left him drained at the end of the week. He had to grunt through that phase when his schedule was out of his hands. Some of us might be in that situation. And, some of us unnecessarily *create* that situation. It’s like we put jumper cables on our brains. That’s what I did.
When I was in full-time CEO-mode, I let my schedule get out of control more often than I’d like— constantly in the thick of things, responding to a ton of emails with a packed schedule, etc. It was almost impossible to even read let alone write. My brain was way too hopped up.
Jumper cables on my brain.
The lesson is simple: If we want to do ANYTHING creative, we MUST remove the jumper cables! Turn off the internet. And the TV. And the talk radio. And the phone. Get out of your email.
Let your brain settle down.
You want your muse-guy to bust out his bag of magic? Well, he doesn’t like all that banging around. Settle down!
Start your day in what Paul Graham calls Maker-mode and spend as much time in there as you can. Create huge blocks of time to do your work—free of distraction and reaction. Ideally, create a rhythm where every day you’re showing up at the same time.
Quit paper cutting yourself with nonsense. Do the work. Jumper cables begone!
Here’s a little more on how to do that:
Show up and shut the door
“But you need the room, you need the door, and you need the determination to shut the door. You need a concrete goal, as well. The longer you keep to those basics, the easier the act of writing will become. Don’t wait for the muse. As I’ve said, he’s a hardheaded guy who’s not susceptible to a lot of creative fluttering. This isn’t the Ouija board or the spirit-world we’re talking about here, but just another job like laying pipe or driving long-haul trucks. Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you’re going to be every day from nine ‘til noon or seven ‘til three. If he does know, I assure you that sooner or later, he’ll start showing up, chomping on his cigar and making his magic.”
We need to do the work.
Day in, day out. Week in, week out.
Pressfield puts it this way in The War of Art: “Someone once asked Somerset Maugham if he wrote on a schedule or only when struck by inspiration. “I write only when inspiration strikes,” he replied. “Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o’clock sharp.””
Let’s go blue collar, show up, and let the man-muse know we mean business.
Do it for the joy. Do it forever.
“One more matter needs to be discussed, a matter that bears directly on that life-changer and one that I’ve touched on already, but indirectly. Now I’d like to face it head-on. It’s a question that people ask in different ways—sometimes it comes out polite and sometimes it comes out rough, but it always amounts to the same: Do you do it for the money, honey?
The answer is no. Don’t now and never did. Yes, I’ve made a great deal of dough from my fiction, but I never set a single word down on paper with the thought of being paid for it. I have done some work as favors for friends—logrolling is the slang term for it—but at the very worst, you’d have to call that a crude kind of barter. I have written because it fulfilled me. Maybe it paid off the mortgage on the house and got the kids through college, but those things were on the side—I did it for the buzz. I did it for the pure joy of the thing. And if you can do it for the joy, you can do it forever.”
Well, there we go.
Back to the whole loving what we do thing. Amazing how one of the most successful writers in history didn’t write a single word (!) for the money. He did it for the joy of it.