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Another in the "A Note On..." series in which I ask writers I know or hope to know to blog about lessons they've learned about writing, the creative life, or just general topics they have an interesting insight into. Today's comes from my prolific friend and colleague Dean Nelson. The question at hand: are our lives interesting enough to write about?
In the first few sessions of the Creative Nonfiction class I teach, I generally hear observations from students that they haven’t lived very interesting lives yet, so they don’t really have much to say. I don’t try to dissuade them from that idea overtly. They might even be right. But my guess is that that their lives are plenty interesting, and others would love to read a well-crafted story from them. Wasn’t it Flannery O’Connor who said that anyone who had survived childhood has plenty to write about?
In the first few sessions of the Creative Nonfiction class I teach, I generally hear observations from students that they haven’t lived very interesting lives yet, so they don’t really have much to say. I don’t try to dissuade them from that idea overtly. They might even be right. But my guess is that that their lives are plenty interesting, and others would love to read a well-crafted story from them. Wasn’t it Flannery O’Connor who said that anyone who had survived childhood has plenty to write about?
So I don’t force it. We just read things I hope will
connect with them deeply. There is the story from the LA Times where the college girl describes the most difficult and easiest food
items to throw up when she needs to play her meal in reverse (cinnamon-raisin bagels are toughest, in her experience; mint chip ice cream the most gentle). And we read about a boy whose very conservative mom takes him to a
jazz club for his 13th birthday, setting aside her view of those
places in an effort to make him happy. And there is the story about the subway
ride where a man fell and was as afraid as a wounded animal, and the others
rallied around him. And there’s that one about the priest who assures the
little boy dying of AIDS that “it will be all right,” when the priest knows it won’t be.
Those
stories usually focus on something that happened over a period of maybe an hour
at the most, yet they are so well told, and they point to a bigger story, and
they draw similar kinds of stories out of the students.
In recent years I have read student accounts that include: wishing for Skinny Girl respect while standing in front of one’s closet; charting her
growth as a female by the kinds of hair styles she’s worn; attending the funeral
of her boyfriend, and then trying to take her own life; trying to tell the girl
he’s scheduled to marry that he is gay; describing a sexual assault; seeing
one’s favorite band; worrying that one’s parents are getting a divorce; going
to chemo treatments with one’s mom; finding out one has the breast cancer gene,
and, well, you get the picture. These stories are interesting. They really
happened. And they’re told in such a way that others want to read them.
I think that kind of raw, true writing comes from reading
other raw, true writing, and from an atmosphere where there are no taboos, no
judgment on content, but plenty of feedback on craft and storytelling. Most
good nonfiction stories are true, in that the account and the facts are
accurate, and are True, in that the story points to something bigger than
itself, like fear, love, grace, forgiveness, guilt.
And so it matters greatly where one starts when one writes. Instead of
writing about eating disorders, write about one time when you struggled with
this issue. Instead of writing about racism, write about that time you were a
racist. Instead of writing about God, or the American People, write about –
well, you get the picture. This is all just a riff, of course on E.B. White’s
advice, “Don’t write about Man. Write about a man.”
My last couple of blog posts at www.deannelson.net try to do this. They
have also appeared on Donald Miller’s Storyline blog. The bigger the issue, the
smaller the focus. I don’t know who said that. But I’ve repeated it often
enough to make it mine.
I get a lot of examples in the New York Times Sunday Magazine, on the last page, called “Lives.”
Check them out. You’ll see specific stories about people you don’t know, and
they will make you start looking at incidents in your own life where you’ll
say, “I should write about that.”
Yes, you should. They’ll be interesting.
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