I’m going to introduce you all today to my grandmother, to whom I was very close and who gave me most of the instructions that now guide my life.
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If you can’t say something interesting, don’t say anything at all
This, of course, is not what she really said. But it is the cardinal rule of fiction.
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Sit down nicely and share with your sister
This one she said all the time.
Because it’s not about me. It’s not even about you. It’s about sharing this amazing, complicated, poignant world with the reader, and if we can’t share nicely the reader’s not going to follow us around begging.
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If you don’t learn to make your bed, no one will marry you
This one she also said, to which I replied with adolescent wit, “I will marry a man who makes the bed himself.” Suffice it to say that we were both wrong.
However, she was correct that if we don’t learn how to shape and tidy our manuscripts no one will ever read them. They’re incredibly lumpy, uneven, and full of missing socks in their early drafts. Readers find them extremely uncomfortable and cannot relax.
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Don’t be a smart-aleck
We’re all very clever and amusing people, I know, in the privacy of our own heads and usually a number of hours after it doesn’t matter anymore. I infused my own early novels with a whole plethora of snarky asides and snappy comebacks.
Turns out Grandma was right on the money with this one too, though.
Readers don’t want untutored attempts at snark. They want either real, one-of-a-kind, death-defying humor that makes them spontaneously laugh out loud—or no smartypants nonsense at all.
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Stop kicking the table leg
No kidding, people. I know we all get intensely frustrated at the state of the publishing industry these days. It is indeed an intensely frustrating time, in which unknown writers become less and less likely to see publication every single time someone buys a best seller at Walmart.
But the truth is that we were already complaining about the state of the industry decades ago, when it seems in retrospect that we actually had it fairly good.
We need to just stop annoying people and buckle down to the hard work.
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Wipe your feet before you walk on my clean floors
Leo Buscaglia tells the story of meeting a famous Buddhist lama and walking in the garden with this gentle little man, yammering on and on and on about himself and his big, brilliant ideas and how important they all were, until the gentle little man turned suddenly and slapped him right in the face.
“Stop walking in my head with your dirty feet!” the lama exclaimed.
This is excellent advice for all of us—especially for writers.
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Keep your sticky fingers off my wallpaper
Again: the reader has their own big, brilliant ideas, which they love far more than they are ever going to love ours. It is our job to show them their own lovely wallpaper, not muck it up getting our fingerprints all over it.
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Don’t make me tell Grandpa
You know who Grandpa is? That’s right. The reader. And Grandpa always gets the last word.
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Machst gut
Actually, it was my great-grandmother who said this, the German granddaughter of pioneers, a woman who lived to be 93 and, at the end of her life, began seeing the ghost of her husband in her room at night.
Make it good.
If you’re going to be haunted, you know, it had better be worth your while.
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You can cry on me
And Grandma also said this, for which I will always love her.
There’s a lot of grief in first struggling for years to get our beautiful dreams down in words and then finding someone who wants to read them. I don’t care how brilliant or talented or experienced we are, our kindness to each other is truly the most important thing we have to give.
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Come back and see us again soon, honey
Because when you get right down to it, it’s all about dedication and long-term commitment—commitment and good-heartedness and being in this world with others. We’re able to share our wonderful fictional adventures with the reader only if they add significantly to the reader’s life.
And if we can’t develop the habit of producing great stories—not just one, but one after another, for as long as we expect others to pay attention—we must content ourselves with being readers.
Everyone loves them.