I know a few (very few) writers who say they don’t read much.
Hello!?
As you read compelling literature, you can learn to discern what it is about a piece that keeps you enthralled. I cannot figure out how anyone can become an exemplary writer without being a voracious reader (or listener on audio books or via stage and screen). I mean, that’s like presuming you can become a professional brain surgeon by opening up the first cranium you see and digging inside.
OK, so writing isn’t brain surgery. It won’t kill anyone if you do it poorly (unless, of course, you write a very poorly researched, so-called non-fiction piece and recommend cyanide and arsenic when you meant to recommend cinnamon and allspice). But it is a science of sorts, as well as an art.
So if you want to write songs, study dozens of song sheets; if you want to write poems, read lots of poetry; if you want to write great literature, read great literature. When you do, something happens. You begin to absorb cadences, rhythms, unspoken rules and insights that teachers may not know to tell you about — but recognize.
Case in point:
When I was in junior high (1964-65) I had an English teacher who told me that I was an excellent writer. Her name was Alpha Rossetti. When she told me this, I was thrilled to my toes, because I was already a wannabe — I wanted to be an author.
When she said what she said, I immediately fired back, eyes dancing and heart fluttering, ”Teach me to be better!”
Her face fell just a little before she sighed and said, “I can’t. I’m not a writer. But you are.”
Silly me! I figured that anyone who could recognize good writing could also teach it! I felt bad that I had made her feel bad.
Not long after, she asked me to stay after class.
I did.
After everyone left, she pulled out a magazine and handed it to me. THE WRITER. I had never heard of it in my little backwoods town (Cle Elum, Washington). My eyes lit up. A grin split my face.
Then she pointed to the lower left hand corner. The address label read KRISTINE SMITH, STAR ROUTE 4 BOX 60, CLE ELUM WA. I looked up, confused…
She said, “I’ve subscribed to THE WRITER for you for two years. I wanted to do a little something to encourage and help you, and this is what I came up with.”
Tears flooded my eyes. We were a poor farming family and $6 or $8 a year for a magazine only I would read was out of the question given the family’s meager budget. She knew that. And I have never forgotten it: she was stepping out to champion my cause.
I read every issue, cover to cover, at least twice and referred to the articles afterward for years.
Hey, the magazine still exists, but of course costs more these days — and is worth every penny to you if you want to learn the ropes and write better.
Mrs. Rossetti began to save my “masterpieces” and read them to her classes for years. After she retired, she gave me the little bundle and her own copy of the revised PLAIN ENGLISH HANDBOOK by Walsh. Her signature is neatly inscribed on its front cover. I cherish it to this day.
Other people “in the know” took up my cause as the years passed. Ted Crail, author of The Pulitzer Prize-nominated APETALK AND WHALESPEAK (he was Creative Services Director at the Animal Protection Institute where I worked from 1981-1985) called me a “helluva writer” and actor DeForest Kelley began as early as my senior year in high school to give me a boost by submitting something I had sent to him (about meeting him that year) to TV STAR PARADE magazine in New York, which used the piece in their special holiday edition.
I don’t know if you have or had boosters and/or mentors. I had too few, but the few I had were instrumental in keeping me lifted up emotionally while I learned my craft. If you don’t have one or more, be one to yourself. Half of the people who know you will think you’re tilting at windmills. Just smile, keep singing THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM, and keep going. Success is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration (or determination), a wise man once said. (Thomas Edison?).
Read the best. Let it wash over you and invade your DNA. At some point you’ll soak up enough to surprise yourself from time to time. You’ll let your Child write something, come back later with your Critic, and discover that there’s nothing that needs to be added in or taken out. You’ll amaze yourself. “Did I write that?”
Indeed, you did. You and a few dozen of your favorite internalized wordsmiths…
Get ‘er done!