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The Affair of Writing
I anchor the late news on WYFF4 television – NBC in the Western Carolinas and Georgia. A newscast – so often fraught with helicopter live pictures and word of the worst of times for often innocent souls – leaves the people who bring it to you wired at the nerves and longing in the heart by a work day’s end. Coming home at midnight with all that energy, I vented the power of it on fiction. She-Rain, over a span of a decade, emerged as the result.
And, thus, came my love affair with such hours as 4:30 am. It grew out of lust for an utterly different world, and a love for the sway of language. Countless mornings I drew myself away from She-Rain and came to bed at the breakage of dawn to my extraordinary wife, Jill, who not only tolerated this tryst. She knew and embraced its beginnings. Thankfully, she still does so, as a muse, an editor, and my great love.
Great television writing calls for sentences of no more than 22 syllables or so. It must spark with active voice, and it dies without action. Powerful storytelling lives in lines that open with a sense of wonder. They should never merely end. They should land with power aimed for the human heart. The trouble is, we in television keep writing about the same things. Over and over, we tell of common trauma resurrecting itself in differing lives. Along with my work as an anchor, I tell long-form stories that have won me a few awards over my career.
When colleagues ask me how to win Emmys writing about the same terrible human events, I always say – spray the events with active, high-caliber words to create that sense of wonder, then get deep down into the humanness of it all. Down where those events find their making. Find the heart, then let the viewer hear it.
This will seem the oxymoron of a media hound’s lifetime, but I believe all writing – even hard-news journalism – ought to aim for some brush with beauty. A few days ago, I read a critic chiding Pat Conroy for his “purpled prose.” I doubt Mr. Conroy troubles himself much at this, given the legion of fans adoring his way of calling deeply human events to life in fine lines of storytelling. And yes, it’s easy to go way too far. Yet when Scott Fitzgerald in a magazine piece described an ocean as the color of blue silk stockings or the irises of children’s eyes, he taught us all how efficiently a line of beauty can find its way into a reader’s heart.
One of the great storytellers in the history of television, Bob Dotson of NBC News, gave me some advice that will serve any writer well – when you think of that beautiful little line that rings with music and clarifies the whole story, write it down. Put it on a scrap of paper, scrawl it on your hand, write it anywhere that’s legal. Never rely on your memory. Seed the future of your story with the scribbling of your present time. Even if you write on your leg while steering a riding lawn mower, get that thought some permanence. Reader, please, if you get ideas that way, let me know. Let’s share in the bizarre comfort of odd places where our writing suddenly arrives.
In just such a peculiar way, She-Rain whispered to me, even on the news set in a commercial break. Many a night, the novel would slip me her number again. I’ve often come home with a scrap off a news script, scribbled full of lines and ideas that would rise to full life at 4:30 the following morning. She-Rain became a solace from the world of news, yet she drew from what that world taught me about the telling of a deeply human story. The terror and beauty common to us all.
So here’s to writing that grows out of that longing for an utterly different world. Here’s our affair with language and the rising of a tale. May those we love understand that we who write simply can not help but stray there. Thankfully they know us, and love us anyway.
HANK: And that's a wrap. (I've scribbled on many a script myself!)
She-Rain will be published in early March, 2010. Read the opening pages here: http://she-rain.blogspot.com/.
And, thus, came my love affair with such hours as 4:30 am. It grew out of lust for an utterly different world, and a love for the sway of language. Countless mornings I drew myself away from She-Rain and came to bed at the breakage of dawn to my extraordinary wife, Jill, who not only tolerated this tryst. She knew and embraced its beginnings. Thankfully, she still does so, as a muse, an editor, and my great love.
Great television writing calls for sentences of no more than 22 syllables or so. It must spark with active voice, and it dies without action. Powerful storytelling lives in lines that open with a sense of wonder. They should never merely end. They should land with power aimed for the human heart. The trouble is, we in television keep writing about the same things. Over and over, we tell of common trauma resurrecting itself in differing lives. Along with my work as an anchor, I tell long-form stories that have won me a few awards over my career.
When colleagues ask me how to win Emmys writing about the same terrible human events, I always say – spray the events with active, high-caliber words to create that sense of wonder, then get deep down into the humanness of it all. Down where those events find their making. Find the heart, then let the viewer hear it.
This will seem the oxymoron of a media hound’s lifetime, but I believe all writing – even hard-news journalism – ought to aim for some brush with beauty. A few days ago, I read a critic chiding Pat Conroy for his “purpled prose.” I doubt Mr. Conroy troubles himself much at this, given the legion of fans adoring his way of calling deeply human events to life in fine lines of storytelling. And yes, it’s easy to go way too far. Yet when Scott Fitzgerald in a magazine piece described an ocean as the color of blue silk stockings or the irises of children’s eyes, he taught us all how efficiently a line of beauty can find its way into a reader’s heart.
One of the great storytellers in the history of television, Bob Dotson of NBC News, gave me some advice that will serve any writer well – when you think of that beautiful little line that rings with music and clarifies the whole story, write it down. Put it on a scrap of paper, scrawl it on your hand, write it anywhere that’s legal. Never rely on your memory. Seed the future of your story with the scribbling of your present time. Even if you write on your leg while steering a riding lawn mower, get that thought some permanence. Reader, please, if you get ideas that way, let me know. Let’s share in the bizarre comfort of odd places where our writing suddenly arrives.
In just such a peculiar way, She-Rain whispered to me, even on the news set in a commercial break. Many a night, the novel would slip me her number again. I’ve often come home with a scrap off a news script, scribbled full of lines and ideas that would rise to full life at 4:30 the following morning. She-Rain became a solace from the world of news, yet she drew from what that world taught me about the telling of a deeply human story. The terror and beauty common to us all.
So here’s to writing that grows out of that longing for an utterly different world. Here’s our affair with language and the rising of a tale. May those we love understand that we who write simply can not help but stray there. Thankfully they know us, and love us anyway.
HANK: And that's a wrap. (I've scribbled on many a script myself!)
She-Rain will be published in early March, 2010. Read the opening pages here: http://she-rain.blogspot.com/.
This Just In ... She-Rain
The first physical copies of She-Rain just arrived. Ten plus years of work distill into those pages. As its creator, I am in awe of my good fortune -- especially to have worked with my wife, Jill, to bring the final book into being.
In The Jerk, Steve Martin's character, Navin Johnson, finds his name published in the phone book as says, "...I'm in print! Things are going to start happening for me now!" Then a wild-eyed maniac sniper started shooting at him off a hill. But Navin more than survived. The naive stooge thrived! May I become so fortunate.
To publish is to ask for the smokin'-hot rounds of critics. I'm braced. Working in television will do that for you. But I'm blessed already with the light of lavish praise on this southern story. Readers have called it beautiful. Poetic. They've said it changed them for the better, and that they're longing for more. To all of you who've embraced pieces of She-Rain even before you could buy it, THANK YOU!! And stay tuned. I'm a writer who believes every reader -- on some level -- becomes family. I want to hear from all of you. How you are. And how you've liked living for a while in the entire world according to -- She-Rain.
National debut coming March 31. Launch parties in the Carolinas before then. As we say in the South, even occasionally on TV, "come on, y'all. Come on in!"
In The Jerk, Steve Martin's character, Navin Johnson, finds his name published in the phone book as says, "...I'm in print! Things are going to start happening for me now!" Then a wild-eyed maniac sniper started shooting at him off a hill. But Navin more than survived. The naive stooge thrived! May I become so fortunate.
To publish is to ask for the smokin'-hot rounds of critics. I'm braced. Working in television will do that for you. But I'm blessed already with the light of lavish praise on this southern story. Readers have called it beautiful. Poetic. They've said it changed them for the better, and that they're longing for more. To all of you who've embraced pieces of She-Rain even before you could buy it, THANK YOU!! And stay tuned. I'm a writer who believes every reader -- on some level -- becomes family. I want to hear from all of you. How you are. And how you've liked living for a while in the entire world according to -- She-Rain.
National debut coming March 31. Launch parties in the Carolinas before then. As we say in the South, even occasionally on TV, "come on, y'all. Come on in!"
A Little Something New, Fitted For Summertime
Readers, let me hear your thoughts on this little piece of love writing. It's not of any romance genre, but I hope you find it lands beautifully in the wheelhouse of all that's romantic -- and beyond.
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