Thursday, April 13, 2017

Limited On What I Write: Part 2

I can only write about what is real. I am unable to create my own rules and can only rely on the rules I've grown up with (no matter how dumb they are). I face a major challenge in trying to make what we see everyday interesting.

F. Scott Fitzgerald is my favorite author. He takes the most mundane subjects and writes them in the most interesting manner. A rich man throwing wild parties? (Gatsby) A girl trying to learn how to be interesting from her cousin? (Bernice Bobs Her Hair) A Hollywood Tycoon trying to find love (The Last Tycoon/The Love Of The Last Tycoon) A freaking punch bowl? (The Cut-Glass Bowl) His writing is captivates me about subjects I wouldn't have any real interest in. What I would give to write like Scott.

While I enjoy other genres of books, I finally realized that I can only write based on contemporary reality. People don't fly, have hidden powers, get sucked away into magical dimensions, or hurdle through space. We crave acceptance, lost loves, and can have our lives changed by the simple rocking of a bowl.

Is there any wonder that the most popular shows all take place in hospitals? Grey's, Chicago Med, Chicago Hope, General Hospital, ER, MASH, Scrubs, House, etc. The Human Drama, in all it's forms, are displayed where life is brought into the world, where death is cheated, and ultimately where death conquers.

Writing about reality is a huge challenge. Actually, let me say that differently. Writing interestingly about reality is a huge challenge. To capture a reader I have to transport them to something other than what they see. If it is just the mundane factors of normal life, then I fail. I have to make our normal lives interesting. So hopefully my book about a guy entering a small Mormon town meets the standard of transporting someone to something other than what they experience every day.

To Blood and Ink

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