1495. On being a better writer

Among the more common questions students ask me is: how do I get better at writing. Realizing that all writers are different, i try to design an answer that suits the writer as I know them. That being said, there are a handful of generalizations that apply. They are as follows:

1. Leave your ego with the 1st draft.
I used to believe I was the Wolverine of writing (best at what I do), but after diving through the works of Drew Karpyshyn (spelling?) and Grant Morrison and spending time with Jason Hardy and Bobie Derie, I see this is not the case. I give good first draft to be sure, but G.O.A.T? The best writers are those who recognize there are people in the world who can help them be better. Ego gets in the way of that. If you allow yourself to pump your ego into your first draft and say, ‘this is the raw me and it rocks.’ You can allow yourself to say, ‘raw me reflects me, now help me revise this so it is something a general audience will treat like gold.’ Let go of that ego in order to allow yourself to receive criticism.

2. Stop missing deadlines
There is something about being a writer and operating on your own time that goes together. WPT, writing people’s time. We miss deadlines so often that our average miss day range becomes a type of deadline. This is very bad, because when you miss deadlines you form a negative reputation in the publishing world (take it from someone who knows). Equally important, you build yourself into a frenzy about the miss and that worry (false adrenaline that doesn’t actually focus you to the task, no matter if you think it does) leads you to miss things and make mistakes you wouldn’t otherwise make. The writing process takes planning. Design a schedule that prevents you from falling into the deadline trap.

3. Read your ass off
You gotta read everyday to understand what good and bad writing looks like. Nuff said.

4. Write all the time.
Just like 3, you gotta get the poison out of you. Good writing comes largely as a result of a lot of bad writing. If you aren’t putting in the hours to get that bad stuff out, you will never have the clarity to get the good stuff out.

Some thoughts:
1. One of the more pleasant aspects of being married or in a relationship is not having to worry about what some random, albeit attractive, chick has to say about your outfit. Nope, I no longer need to dress in a style best suited to get you in bed, because I have neither need nor desire to do so. Therefore, suck it. Yes, we men should be doing this even if single, but we all know how far being yourself generally gets you towards sexual gratification… Sometimes that first date gem wants the myth–not the man.

1494. Gambling, Alcohol, and Love under Halogen Lamps

There’s an old rumor that you can’t find clocks or windows in Las Vegas. The story goes they removed them after realizing people’s gambling behaviors changed based on their perception of time. As the night wound towards day the behavior became less tame. This feels true, as do so many of the other Vegas myths I’ve encountered over the years.

This isn’t my first or even fourth trip to grown up candy land. I’ve spent enough time here to recognize that you’re not meant to be who you actually are when on the strip. Inside these massive hotels they pump you full of sweet smelling air and high energy music as a reminder that even if you’re losing you are still having a great time at it.

To hear it from people in the know, Vegas isn’t even about the gambling anymore. All the serious betting in in Macao. Vegas is about partying and drinking and distancing yourself from reality to the extent that you’ll do things that would otherwise seem asinine to consider. My Vegas is fun and drinks and penny slots and learning Paigow with friends. My Vegas is built on people watching and smiles and hoping something interesting unfolds around me.

The last time I was here I ran into a girl about to make a life changing choice about whether or not to meet in person with a guy from the internet she came to the hotel to meet. I still wonder if I steered her right. I wonder too at the number of bachelor, bachelorette, and even wedding parties I see are aimed down the road of forever marriage, or like so many of us doomed to shatter on the rocks life and choice.

Tonight before coming upstairs to type this blog I saw a young girl kissing her boyfriend and smiling. She looked smitten. He looked tired and I questioned how long it would take for them to reverse roles. Love and Vegas and life itself are beasts of momentum. There is great joy when the momentum is behind you, but when it shifts or dies, life can be rough trade.

But cheer up. There will always be good music, sweet air, and a pretty lady to dash by and drop a drink into your hands.