The moment comes and only I know it.
It's become so predictable now, after all these years, that it has
become trite. Perhaps after all these years, I too, have become
trite. The story goes like this: I am somewhere, doing something, add
gin. After a few gins and especially after the night wears on, I will
say yes to just about everything. This is partly because of my
personality and partly because I have a genuine interest in what is
happening, and what will happen.
I'll talk to just about everyone too. I
have not been hurt by a conversation with a stranger. It's has always
been good, talking with strangers, because I will use situations and
conversations in my writing. I cannot directly report a conversation
tit for tat, but I will almost always use several conversations I've
had to craft a piece of dialog.
I ask a lot of questions too.
About a year ago I went to one of the
few bars in my town. In many ways it makes me sad that there aren't
real drinking establishments here. There are distillery tasting
rooms, restaurants, sports bars and mirco breweries. It's sad to me
that there aren't just plain old neighborhood pubs here. But at the
time of this story, we were in a sports bar which is the closest
thing to a corner pub my town has.
I noticed the girl first. We made I
contact, and I smiled. Why wouldn't I? I was sitting with three of my
friends. The next thing I know the girl's hands were on my thigh and
her fella was asking me if I knew Sugarhouse. Now, I thought he was
talking about a neighborhood in Salt Lake City. “Yeah, I know
Sugarhouse,” I said. Dangerous words. He and I were talking about
different things. I was talking about a cool neighborhood and he was
talking about a swingers club. I ask a lot of questions, have I
mentioned that? I learned a lot from him, and fortunately, it all
stayed as a barroom conversation; I'm weird, but I'm no swinger. My
friends clown me to this day that I was getting picked up by a
swinging couple. I just made eye contact, smiled and had a
conversation.
I think there are a great many ways to
become a writer. I think a writer should read and be a reader first.
I think pursuing education is paramount. Having a daily practice,
dead lines and goals are all good things to employ as a writer. For
me, I began as a prospector.
Conversations, experiences, views from
unusual places and then being able to transpose these things onto the
page is skill worth acquiring. I think the more diverse the
experiences are, the many and varied conversations with strangers
are, the better the writing will be. And I also think it's imperative
to tone down many of these things because, yes, the truth is stranger
than fiction.
Prospecting perspectives means to go
out in the world and learn something, hear something, feel something
or do something. It means to have conversations that aren't always
easy. It means to ask a lot of questions. It doesn't seem to happen
like it did. I mean, we're all busy looking at screens now. Real
conversations are more difficult now.
Because of our insular world, our
cellular existence, it is more important now than ever to go out and
prospect perspectives. Go out and be someone different. Leave the
phone at home. Leave your inhibitions, your fears. Go out and do
something. You can write about it tomorrow. You'll be able to write
about it for years. Life is, and it should be, the wellspring of
fiction.
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