I like to fantasize that I write in a spiral notebook, longhand, seated at a steel desk in a locked room—all alone. In these fantasies, I am wearing a turtle neck and a fedora. I’m smoking cigarettes and sipping Scotch, neat. There’s jazz on: old-timey stuff from the twenties, like Bix Beiderbecke.
And then, voila—genius, magnificence. Like a long, leggy deer, divine inspiration leaps from my head. I don’t even know where it came from but it is there. A sign that I am touched by God.
But this scenario is just not true. I actually sit cross-legged on a purple couch in my living room, often in my boxers. My Mac is perched on my lap—growing hotter. So hot that I put a pillow underneath.
And I’m never alone. I’m always showing stuff to friends. You gotta write with a team.
Once a week, I meet with my friends. They don’t know they’re my team: narrative commandos with ninja moves and mutant powers. But they are. I’m lucky because they know detective fiction way better than I do. Also, they know the nitty-gritty side of the fashion industry. So they can tell me if I’m way off base. And they’re smart as whips. I take notes when they are pontificating. I am making my pilgrimage to the well with my buckets. It happens once a week because that’s when I run dry and I must return to the source.
Then, I sit on my couch and try to make their ideas into story lines. And repeat the cycle.
I guess I’ll never be the kind of genius that sits in a locked room and strings together sentences. I’m not cut of that cloth. In his early apprenticeship, John Cheever actually made it a point to sit in a room until lunchtime every day, for five years and write. The room was in the basement of his New York apartment. He even put on a suit. Then took it off and slipped it onto a hanger. He didn’t want to ruin that suit. It was his only suit.
In the introduction to his Pulitzer Prize winning collection of short stories, John Cheever made this surprising revelation: “a great many of my stories were written in boxer shorts.” So at least I have something in common with a great genius.
I didn’t know you were a writer! Been too long…guess we’re all different these days. Good luck with the project! Look forward to reading the finished product. I was a Creative Writing major so this brings back some memories. Good for you!
Thanks for the encouragement, Eric. I actually taught Creative Writing in the great state of Iowa…but that also meant that I had little time for my own writing….so this is an attempt to get back to basics.
Great boxer shorts picture! But why are you wearing a hat at your writing desk?
I like to keep up appearances!