HOW TO WRITE YOUR BOOK. The Nuts and Bolts! No Platitudes. No Clichés. No Bullshit. (Posts #1 through #6)
Monday, September 26, 2016
Post #3 Writing without Stopping!
Welcome back
So, are we ready to continue? You've made the decision to do this. There's no second thoughts. There's no turning back. There's no, "I'll get started on this sometime tomorrow." (See Blog #1)
It's Onward and Yonward!
From this moment, it's eat, sleep, think writing. That's what you've signed on for. You've limited your time on Facebook, and Twitter. (Very important). You carry a small notebook in your pocket for those ideas that are there (Yes!) and then (Damn!) gone in an instant. You lie awake thinking up characters, and situations. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, doesn't matter. You're thinking about writing.
And by now you've got your blog up and running. If not, get that started right away.
"But, Max, I don't want to do any blog. I got this terrific book idea..."
There is no magic pill. You have to write and write, and write some more. (See Blog #2)
"Okay, I get it, so how do I do this?"
There are thousands of books on how to write. I use only two. I've read my share, but only two stand out. I read each every six months.
We'll start with, 'Writing Down the Bones,' by Natalie Goldberg. Get this book and read it. Takes about an hour or two. Let me tell you how I use her book.
I walk up to a coffee shop near Flower Street here in Downtown LA. I get my coffee, open my spiral notebook, sit, pick up my pen, put my head down, and write.
Natalie writes in fifteen minute chunks, then sits back and rests for a few minutes. Then writes for another fifteen.
I wrote, when I started, for an hour. Then stopped for about fifteen minutes, got up, walked outside, talked with the regulars, then sat back down and wrote for another hour.
Natalie recommends writing with a pen, and paper, not laptop or android. She says it has to do with a hand/eye/brain connection. It might be that she grew up before word processors, so she's more comfortable with a pen in her hand. So I write with a pen.
Here's the thing. Your hand can't stop! That's the way it's done. You write for fifteen minutes, without stopping. You just continue to write.
Took me a few days to write without stopping, without looking up. But that's how I do it today. This was four years ago. I go up to that coffee shop every morning at 5:30am. I write for an hour when there aren't many people around. Then about seven I do another hour. I socialize for half an hour after that. Then walk back to my loft and type in into my laptop. That's how I do it.
I'm done about noon.
Two hours of writing at the coffee shop, yields about eight pages. This translates into about three pages when I get back and type it into my laptop.
When you can't stop the pen, you’re going to have sentences like, 'And why am I doing this...A man has just walked in with a funny hat...Who is this lady, in the high heels...' Obviously, I delete those sentences, plus any duplications, and those sentences I just can't read, too scribbly. I get the essence into the laptop.
Write and write and write some more.
It's tougher if you work eight to five, you have to find the time during the day. Before work? After work? On the MetroLink. Ten minutes here, 20 minutes there. It all adds up.
Just remember, if it's only fifteen minutes, write without stopping. DO NOT WORRY ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE WRITING, just focus on an idea. And don't stop. After a few fifteen minute writing periods, you'll have something that moves your story, or your blog post, forward.
For my first blog, StiffLeftJab.com I checked sports sites on the Web, early in the morning, found an odd story, then fit the facts into my cast of characters. In one I had Pete Rose in the back of a taxi cab talking about his life, with taxi cab driver, Diego Garcia, one of my main characters. He was always eavesdropping on big time athletes he'd picked up at LAX.
That's what I did, 500 words a day, one post every three days, for one year.
So, get Natalie’s book. Read it. It will get you started.
Next blog, we'll discuss the other book, the one that will show you how to get it down on paper.
Later...
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Post #2 Those who said YES, let's get started.
Welcome back.
Now that you've answered YES to the question: Do I REALLY want to be a writer, what next?
When I made the commitment to write, I Googled, 'How to Write.' The consensus: Write, write, and (you guessed it), write some more. You can't get around it. There's no magic pill. You have to simply write.
My solution, so it didn't feel like drudgery, and I had something to show for it, I started a BLOG.
I went to Blogger.com, and opened up a blog. Do it. It takes half an hour or so. Decide on a name, and a subject. And begin typing. Costs about a dollar a month. Mine was StiffLeftJab.com, a blog about sports.
That's how I practiced. Got started. Fiction. I set up a cast of characters, and through them, discussed what was going on in the world of sports. I wrote and wrote, and wrote some more.
Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, blank verse, it really doesn't matter. 1200 words every three days. My blog lasted one year, 96 posts. To learn it, you have to do it. (I even came up with a pen name. I didn't want anybody to know what I was up to. Brentwood Belair).
My apprenticeship. With sports I always had something to write about, and it was fun. My undergraduate work.
I didn't get a ton of readers. Sports fans, I told myself, are more interested in betting on sports than reading about it? But I didn't care. I knew why I was doing it. To learn how. Like any other profession, you have to learn the ropes, see if you have the determination, the patience, see if you love doing it. 1200 words every three days, demanding, for a year. Your test.
Once you publish your first post, you can call yourself a writer. Your words are being published worldwide. People in Sidney, London, The Bronx will be hanging on your every word. A recipe blog, a dog or cat blog, what you do everyday blog. Doesn't matter. Just WRITE, (post pictures, write captions). Regardless of the number of viewers, the number of comments, the number of subscribers. Just WRITE. WRITE. And WRITE some more.
(Beside my old blog, StiffLeftJab.com, check out, 'Busblog,' and 'Raymi the Minx,' for ideas.)
Your assignment; Set up a blog. Do it. It won't take long. You'll be so happy you did. Have fun with it.
Okay, next time, I have two, 'How to,' books I use. They're the only ones I use.
(My first book's for sale on Amazon. "Flower Street Melodramas.' Buy it! 12 short stories. If you like them, I'd appreciate a good review. Thanks)
Together we can get this done!
Later...
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Post #1 Back BEFORE square one!
To make this blog more than unread posts of pictures I've taken around Downtown L.A., with my inane commentary under each, let's help each other instead.
I'm writing another book. This blog will report my thoughts along the way. From before day one. Preparation, the writing, and how to get the thing sold.
This is for all writers. Those thinking about it. Those who are reading over their first proof copy. Even Those who are on book 15. Seasoned writers can set me straight if I offer bad advice. Please do.
That's the idea.
I have a book selling right now on Amazon and Kindle, so I'm a step ahead of those struggling to get their first book together. I've made mistakes. And through this blog, we’ll discuss my solutions. These posts will save you a lot of time.
So, let's get started.
Before we do anything else let’s ask the most important question of all: Is this really what you want to do?
This is basic. You have to love to write. Does it gets you up in the morning? Do you think in terms of how do I get this down on paper? "People need me to tell them how this went down."
We'd all like to be bestselling authors. Who's your favorite author, "Oh, Maxwell LaSalle is good." That's about all I ever wanted to hear. Simple as that. Impress people with my writing.
Do you type for 15 minutes, then check what your Facebook friends are up to, then come back, then wander off over to the refrigerator, "We need more beer, I should get down to the 7Eleven," then, come back and, "I should exercises a little, this gut of mine, sheesh..."
An unfocused wanabee.
Can you write for two hours straight, your pen moving continuously? If that sounds like work, no fun, torture? again,
An unfocused wanabee.
You feel alone sitting at your word processor, itching to talk with somebody, thinking about your oncoming evening? Movie? Who will I take? You can't wait to get away? Far away?
An unfocused wanabee.
We are judged by what we do, not by what we say we're going to do, or think we'd like to do, or, "Oh yeah, I'm thinking about writing a book." Again Wannabe.
But if you'd rather spend your time typing, than hanging around on the internet?
Then there's hope.
You can't wait to sit down and develop a character. You can't wait to explain something you've just experienced. You can't wait to get your feelings into words.
Then there's hope.
Take the rest of the day. Think about it hard. Is this really what you want to do?
I said yes. I want my name on one of those adventure paperbacks on the shelf down at the Walgreen's. That's all I've ever wanted. That's my motivation even today. My name 'in lights.'
If you say YES, then meet me here next time. We'll continue this discussion of things we need to do BEFORE we start writing anything down.
Together we can get this done!
(My first book's for sale on Amazon and Kindle. Flower Street Melodramas. 12 short stories. If you like them, I'd appreciate a good review, Thanks)
Later...
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Mine's taller than yours!
Tallest building west of Mississp. Used to be the US BANK Building. Downtown LA.
.
It's on 5th Street right behind the Egyptian looking art deco brown Main LA Library, looking up Hope Street.
Now it's this building, Air Korea Building under construction , 7th and Figueroa ( Fig-er-o-ah).
I had to take it in four section.
But what's this? Not tall enough? Did they have to attach a spire on top to make her the tallest?
Certainly no observation area like the Empire State Building. Will we have to shinny up the pole to look out. Some engineer's miscalculation? (Too many Coronas the night before?) Can't be saying, "We're almost the highest building..."
"Make it the tallest! We already told everybody. I want the tallest!"
"You got the tallest."
"What? A spire? Okay. Do it. Do it...and you're FIRED!"
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It's on 5th Street right behind the Egyptian looking art deco brown Main LA Library, looking up Hope Street.
Now it's this building, Air Korea Building under construction , 7th and Figueroa ( Fig-er-o-ah).
I had to take it in four section.
But what's this? Not tall enough? Did they have to attach a spire on top to make her the tallest?
Certainly no observation area like the Empire State Building. Will we have to shinny up the pole to look out. Some engineer's miscalculation? (Too many Coronas the night before?) Can't be saying, "We're almost the highest building..."
"Make it the tallest! We already told everybody. I want the tallest!"
"You got the tallest."
"What? A spire? Okay. Do it. Do it...and you're FIRED!"
I ain't climbing up there!
Friday, September 9, 2016
$205 Mil!
"You wouldn't get that much. Taxes."
Okay, (Mr. TECHNICAL) a hundred million?"
He looks at me. "Paaaar-Tay!!! Wad ya think?"
"Buy a helicopter...Fly to Mexico." (Then what?) "Hmmm, I done know...buy a house...I guess."
"I'd buy this place, all the coffee I could drink." (Then what?) "I done know. Buy the building maybe. ( Still got 90 million left.) "I done know...buy stuff I guess."
"Buy a yacht, like Tiger Woods, and a crew, (And?) "Sail around... I guess."
Tough question. People thinking soooo small. "Buy a car, a house, a boat? Then what? Get bored? It's like a native from the wilds of the Amazon, hunting for food with a blow gun (are they still around?) suddenly walks into a brightly lit Whole Foods store. He wouldn't know what to do. No concept that a place like this exists.
Same with big Lotto money. No idea what that amount of money can do. And would we know how to handle it, like the native, peanut butter in a jar, what the hell is this. You eat this?
Buy a city? "Huh, a city?" Sure, North Hollywood, Reseda, Belair, (well not Belair). "Buy a city, you can do that?" It's a hundred million. Nothing happens without your OK. If that's what you wanted to do.
Could you trust anybody? Will I get kidnapped for ransom? Guys with machine guns for protection like drug lords?
Open an orphanage? Probably not your first response. But how many do you open?
Buy a business to make MO' MONEY. How much more do you want? You have so much money (is it ever enough?) you don't need to make anymore. Do you? Be the richest person on earth? Put in that kind of effort?
I'm getting a headache here. Maybe the answer is simply our first response...
PAAARRR...TAAAAY!
Later...
P.S. Buy my book. It's on Amazon. You'll like it. (5 stars?)
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Almost sucked in!
I stare at my mailbox in the lobby. I check it two, three times a week. It's either something I can't afford (a cruise ship booklet- I'm still on their mailing list after 30 years, OR no interest for six months if I buy over $299 @ Home Depot, a fridg, or dryer, or cord of lumber, some such, OR, New York Times weekend edition ONLY $2.99 (I live in LA guys).
OR BILLS.
I see a letter...from the bank. Not again. Didn't I just pay you guys?
But no, I've been granted a higher credit amount on my credit card!!!
Wow, that was nice of them. For an instant I feel excited, proud of myself.
But...WAIT! A bank being nice to me. What am I thinking? It's harder than hell to pay off the interest they charge now. I pay $200 on it, they take off $30 from the principle. (Pay the minimum I'll have it paid off 2032) So now they're encouraging me to spend MORE. (We need a few months of no interest to pay some of this off...I do anyway.)
I think it's just a tease. To grab more of my hard earned Social Security. Like at the Globe up on Broadway. There I don't have to pay for decades. I get the pay off right away!!!
OR BILLS.
I see a letter...from the bank. Not again. Didn't I just pay you guys?
But no, I've been granted a higher credit amount on my credit card!!!
Wow, that was nice of them. For an instant I feel excited, proud of myself.
But...WAIT! A bank being nice to me. What am I thinking? It's harder than hell to pay off the interest they charge now. I pay $200 on it, they take off $30 from the principle. (Pay the minimum I'll have it paid off 2032) So now they're encouraging me to spend MORE. (We need a few months of no interest to pay some of this off...I do anyway.)
I think it's just a tease. To grab more of my hard earned Social Security. Like at the Globe up on Broadway. There I don't have to pay for decades. I get the pay off right away!!!
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