"No way! No bloody way! Oh my goodness, what was he thinking? D.J. "Oh! I wonder what will happen next! This is really sweet! I didn't realize American football is so interesting and exhilarating!" "Hmmm, it's kind of interesting I suppose. "I'm reading a book about a dumb hick milking cows? Great! What the hell was Tatiana thinking, recommending me this book!" "What the hell is wrong with the cover? What were they THINKING? not literally, of course, but the more you can add that's true, whether it's emotion or geography or gardening (that’s me in the picture above), then the stronger that story is. And so it plays a pretty big role in my writing, and adds so much flavor. I've been passionate about food pretty much my whole life – first eating it, now preparing and then eating it. But you’ll learn so much in the process that this won’t matter. I unabashedly recommend screenwriting for mastering the art of storytelling just don’t pin any hopes on seeing your work on the big screen. But it will.ĭairy Queen was my first stab at creative writing since high school, not counting several years as a struggling screenwriter (which followed several years as a struggling scholar). So don’t be afraid to study what you love, because you do not know now, and you may not know for twenty years, how amazingly it will pay off. And because of that, the building ended up getting redesigned, and – in my humble opinion – now will look much more attractive and appropriate, which is nice because I’ll be looking at it for the rest of my life. For example, several of us in our neighborhood recently got quite upset about a enormous building going in across the street, and while everyone agreed that they didn’t like the way it looked, I was the one who stood up at public meetings and used words like entablature and cornice line and fenestration – all this architectural jargon I’d learned back at Bryn Mawr – and sounded like I knew what I was talking about. And curiously (Warning: Life Lesson approaching), it’s paid off in the oddest ways. I’ve always been fascinated with the built environment – how spaces fit together, how streets work, how they read. The formal name was “Growth and Structure of Cities Program,” but for me, it was all about buildings. In college I studied architectural history. I was the queen of our library’s YA section. (Please tell me this was not a unique experience.) I didn’t do much writing – my sister was the anointed writer – but I read my little eyeballs out. Instead, I was part of the art clique – taking extra art classes, spending my study halls and lunch periods working on my latest still life. Plus my high school didn’t even have a football team. I ran cross country and track, badly, but I have absolutely no skill whatsoever with ball or team sports. People sometimes ask if I played football in high school: no. (Read an New York Times article by Catherine and Liz.) Now, of course, she travels all over the world collecting stories and diseases, while I stay at home scowling over paint chips, and losing on purpose to my kids. My sister Liz, who is now a Very Famous Writer with a large stack of books, was my primary companion, even though she was extremely cautious – she wouldn’t even try to jump off the garage roof, which involved crouching right at the edge for ten minutes working up your nerve, and then checking each time you landed to see if you’d broken anything – and she learned early on that losing at games was easier in the long run than putting up with me losing. Watching (or rather, “watching”) Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds was quite the experience, because it’s hard to tell a flock of vicious crows from a field of very active static this might be why I still can’t stand horror movies, to this day. My sister claims we didn’t have a television, but we did, sometimes – only it was ancient, received exactly two channels, and had to be turned off after 45 minutes to cool down or else the screen would go all fuzzy. I grew up in small-town Connecticut, on a tiny farm with honeybees, two adventurous goats, and a mess of Christmas trees.
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