Current Writing Maxim: BEAR

Scene: A wild hillside battle.  Forces of opposing colors and ideologies clash under the burning sun in a riot of tiny victories and failures.  One side begins to falter, its defenders giving way beneath the strength of their enemies.

And their leader bellows over the sound, the battle cry of their people:  “I REALLY HATE ASPARAGUS!”

The army responds, swelling with pride and fierce loyalty to their united hatred of an evil green vegetable.  On the other side, courage dwindles.

The opposing leader responds:  “FOR THE BUS DRIVERS!”

The hordes of bus drivers and bus-driver-adjacent warriors respond with their own passion reignited.

And the two sides meet once more to commence their battle.

Okay.  Yeah, silly.  But whether you’re engaged in the strangest of strange confrontations or just trying to defeat yourself, it helps to have something to hold onto, some phrase or reminder or statement of a goal.  If you know what you’re aiming for, be it victory for the Horde or freedom from King Edward’s rule of wearing pants, it helps you get there.  Right?

Well, it does for me.

About every 18 months, I create for myself a little maxim, a set idea that will guide my writing until I change it again.  It’s not a rule and it isn’t fandom- or lack-thereof-specific, but more broadly it serves as a reminder of that which I strive to achieve in all writing, from a oneshot to a publishable novel.  I stick it right in front of my monitor and look at it every day.

My current maxim is the Rule of BEAR.

Be Reckless:  Don’t tell the ‘safe’ story.  Tell the story that needs telling.  Take the chances.  Make mistakes and fix them on the way down.  Challenge the rules at the root of the world.  Question all assumptions.  Don’t hold back.

Empty the Well:  Don’t settle for ‘good enough.’  If it needs more, give it more.  Wring the story and the characters dry.  Seek out the meaning, the absolutes, the sharpest edges.  Rip out a lung if necessary.  Leave nothing on the table.  Leave nothing unrealized.  Give until it hurts, then give until it bleeds, then give until it runs dry.  Then give again.

Art Harder:  (There is an optional “motherf*cker” at the end of this line, per Chuck Wendig’s awesomeness.)  Craft every line like it is a safety harness dangling you over the Grand Canyon.  Write every day like the bank account will empty without words to fill it up.  Feeling uninspired, uninterested, frustrated?  Tough.  Create or die.  Bulldoze through blocks like a toddler mowing down a sandcastle.

Regret Nothing:  Let the failure of the previous day die with the sunset.  If it sucks, fix it.  If it was hard to do, relish in it.  If it felt strange, celebrate it.  Step forward and write.  If it’s the wrong story, it will be a lesson in wrongness for next time.  Apologize for nothing, not even the mistakes, because they still lend blood and wisdom to the whole.

For myself, I need a battle cry like this.  It’s too easy for my self-doubt to crawl in and whisper that I should tell the story that everyone else tells, with the language and the twists that are ‘normal.’  It’s too easy for me to lose days dithering about whether X or Y decision was a mistake, or whether I should just give up and not challenge it to be better than it is.  It’s too easy for me half-ass a story.

Stories, shockingly, need a full ass to sit well.

Thus, this maxim.  The last set was kinda similar and it had the “Be Reckless” in it, and I was glad of that because it was me giving myself permission to take risks.  Now I’m giving myself permission to push harder than ever, to drive forward with all the force of will I can summon on a daily basis.  I’m giving myself permission to experiment, to dry myself out, and to forge on without doubt.

We’ll see how it works out.

Incidentally, a very useful post on something quite similar was written by the ever-awesome Chuck Wending HERE.

And, in honor of that, a friend of mine made this:

Art Harder pic

You heard the man.  Get to work.

Lastly, another author friend of mine, the amazing Eric Zawadzki, wrote this post a long time ago whose ending was all about hunting down the muse and hanging her head on the wall — on not waiting for inspiration but instead creating it.  It motivated me when I read it and helped me find a lot of agency in myself I didn’t know I possessed.

Well, no offense to Eric — he IS right, by the way — but I’m not equipping myself for muse-hunting anymore.

I’m loaded for BEAR.