I decided to write my first story when I was five or six years old. I borrowed a pencil and a piece of paper from my mother and asked her what I should write my story about.
“Write about what you know about,” she advised me.
So I did. The story came out something like this: “Johnny and his mother went to the circus. They saw clowns. They had fun. They came home. The end.”
My mother was proud of me. (Of course. That’s what mothers are for.) But when I showed my story to my brother, Neil, who was nine years older than I, he said, “It’s not a real story. A real story needs conflict.”
That put me in a quandary. At the age of six, I had no conflict in my life, so I couldn’t write a real story if I were to write about what I knew about. That put my writing career off for another ten years or so.
Then I started reading the novels of Richard Bissell, and I thought to myself: I can do this. I tried it, and I found I was right: I could do this. By that time I was a teenager, so of course there was conflict in the life I knew so well; it goes with the territory.
I haven’t turned back since. I haven’t supported myself with my writing (not many writers do), but I’ve never stopped writing, and in the meantime I’ve worked in the written word: as a student, a reader, a bookseller, an editor, a ghostwriter, a fiction writer, a publisher, and a teacher of creative writing.
I owe it to my mother, my brother, and mainly to other writers. And of course to my readers.
Now that you know how and why I became a writer, I invite you to look at my home page and see what I've done with that joyful pursuit: www.johnmdaniel.com
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Now that you know how and why I became a writer, I invite you to look at my home page and see what I've done with that joyful pursuit: www.johnmdaniel.com
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Today, a number of professional writers with blogs have gotten together to write the same post “Why I Became a Writer.” Please stop by any or all of their blogs/websites to comment and find out what drives us in our favorite obsession.
John Brantingham and Sunny Frazier http://johnbrantingham.blogspot.com/
Marta Chausee http://martachausee.blogspot.com/
Cora Ramos http://coraramos-cora.blogspot.com/
Melodie Campbell funnygirlmelodie.blogspot.com
Lesley Diehl http://anotherdraught.blogspot.com
Jim Callan www.jamesrcallan.com/blog
Chris Swinney http://clswinney.com
John Lewis http://www.Lions-post.blogspot.com
Stephen Brayton www.stephenbrayton.wordpress.com
Carole Avila http://caroleavilablog.wordpress.com/
Augie Hicks http://augiecorner.blogspot.com
Eileen Obser www.eileenobser.com
Stephen Brayton www.stephenbrayton.wordpress.com
Carole Avila http://caroleavilablog.wordpress.com/
Augie Hicks http://augiecorner.blogspot.com
Eileen Obser www.eileenobser.com
I thought it pretty keen of your brother, at nine, to understand conflict.
ReplyDeletemy brother Neil was a sharp kid who grew into a fine man. He was a teacher and he taught me most of what I know.
DeleteLove the fact that you learned this about yourself so young! Nice post.
ReplyDeleteStill learning, Melodie...and relearning. The process never ends.
DeleteOkay, Posse, I had to let this opportunity slip past. Nice work, all of you.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how early the urge to write hit some of us?
ReplyDeleteGood post.
Thanks, Marilyn. I think storytellers are born that way.
DeleteJohn,
ReplyDeleteI was an "early bloomer" when it came to writing too (a late bloomer when it came to getting published) but, at age five or six, I'm sure I didn't know what "conflict" meant. I would imagine your brother explained it to you.
Good post!
Hi Pat. Yes, my brother Neil let me know what conflict was/is. I think we all get our first lessons in conflict resolution from our families.
DeleteWow, your brother was really insightful. What a great environment to grow up in, and I know you had one of the all time great writing professors later in life.
ReplyDeleteYes, John, I've been blessed by a number of great teachers. I think we can learn about writing every time we read a wonderful book. And when we get a chance to hear the author chat about how that book came to be, it's a golden moment.
ReplyDeleteHey John, I really enjoyed your Blog today. I share some of the same sentiments as you. I'm heading to your site to check out your work.
ReplyDeleteChris
Thanks for stopping by, Chris.
DeleteIt's wonderful, John, that you had such a supportive family for your erarly attempts at writing.
ReplyDeleteTHank you, Lesley. Yes, I'm grateful for a supportive family.
DeleteYour brother was definitely ahead of his age to understand conflict at nine. Has he also become a writer?
ReplyDeleteAs a matter of fact, Neil did become a writer of sorts. He was an academic, and when he died in 1996 he was Chairman of the English Dept. at TCU.
DeleteJohn,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your story. I grew up with conflict and didn't realize at a young age that it was an essential ingredient in a story. I couldn't define it, but it was the last thing I wanted in a story. However, I admit it's better than having a mediocre story. Off to check out your website...
~Carole
Carole, remember what Tolstoy said about families: essentially, the happy ones produce boring fiction, the unhappy families have all the great stories.
DeleteActually, I'm glad you didn't know what conflict was at such a young age, and I'm glad your family was so supportive. More and more, I'm getting the impression that good writers are born writers. Terrific post!
ReplyDeleteMarja McGraw
Many thanks, Marja. Yes, I had a supportive family, but there were hidden struggles and flaws in the generation above me, and I've exploited them plenty!
DeleteThere's nothing like big brothers to set a person straight. They don't sugar coat it, do they? And look what yours achieved... you can be satisfied and proud.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Marta!
DeleteWell, John, you got nearly all of us, it seems, with your nine year old brother's use of the word "conflict." Maybe he really didn't use that exact word or, if he did, where is he now? Head of a university? Librarian of Congress?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the fine words you posted -- and for including my website for the others. I added my words/essay late, so please take a look!
Eileen, my wonderful brother Neil was an academic, an English Professor specializing in middle English. He taught me throughout my youth: how to juggle, how to yodel, how to sing harmony, how to fly a kite, and the facts of life. I'm sorry to say Neil also taught me how to look cool smoking a cigarette. Alas, he died of lung cancer in 1996, thus teaching me one more lesson.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like me as a kid; what is there to write about when the most conflicting thing was deciding whether to play cops-and-robbers or with legos? Kudos to you, though, for pursuing it throughout your youth!
ReplyDeleteI am so thrilled that you alluded to The Wizard of Oz. I totally wanted to be Dorothy. Then I totally wanted to be Mary Poppins. As a nine year old, I stood on the curb waiting for the wind to whisk me away. Maybe that's what stories are as you write them -- they carry you off. Can't ever get enough of that.
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