When my little girl was three or four we did a lot of painting. Here's what happened. She'd start carefully, holding a brush in a tiny fist and slashing a colourful line across the page. Then a second and a third. It'd be looking pretty good.
Then she'd go back for more paint, splotching blue, red and yellow together; more lines, blocks of colour bleeding into each other. She'd add some black, throw some more purple down. The paper would begin to soak and wrinkle. Eventually every painting ended in the same place: a deep brown splat, utterly indistinguishable from every other splat she'd produced. Art is as much about knowing when to stop as it is about knowing how to start. As much about what you leave out as what you put in. Guess that goes for stories too. In my copy of Stephen King’s The Green Mile, King writes about how he structures stories as he’s trying to go to sleep each night. Here he is: “I tell [them] as I lie in the dark, writing them in my mind just as I would on a typewriter… Each night I start over at the beginning, getting a little further before I drop off.”
That’s me too. It was only recently, though, that I heard the phrase alpha state to describe that relaxed, almost dream-like frame of mind in which we are more creative and receptive; less critical and convergent in our thinking. Finding out that something you do - a place to which you go as you drop off - has a proper name and everything... well that somehow gives it credence. At the moment I'm starting each night by conjuring up an imaginary pine-locked mountain town called Navigation, for a project that may or may not ever emerge from its chrysalis. It seems, for me at least, that this alpha-state pre-sleep stage is a sort of testing ground for ideas. If it's not a pleasure going to sleep thinking them through, or if they quickly become tiresome, they're returned to the netherworld from which they came. Fingers crossed for Navigation. I like it a lot. As a kid I used to pick up my Dad's thrillers, skip to a random page and start reading, trying to figure out what might have happened a hundred pages in. I wasn't one for let's start at the very beginning, it's a very good place to start.
Guess it's a habit I've yet to break; I skipped two seasons of Fear the Walking Dead and jumped straight in at four because I saw Lennie James looming over the other characters on the ensemble artwork. So I came for Morgan, but stayed for John Dorie. ("Like the fish, but with an 'ie' instead of the 'y'," he drawls, shy and embarrassed.) Opening the season in episode 1, and at his best in episodes 1 through 8, John Dorie is a character so clearly delineated you could use him in a screenwriting class. He's got a clear want - he's desperate to find the woman he loves and will stop at nothing to seek her out. He has a rich and complicated background; first cop, then gun-toting country fair entertainer, a sudden change in direction that's the consequence of a tragedy. He's complex - wanting isolation, fearing it and seeking out friendship. He loves language, playing scrabble alone; a man of practical routine in the flashbacks. Then there's the boiled sweets he offers as a sign of friendship and trust... and the showground pistols he keeps so carefully locked up. Dorie got me thinking about talismans. Fascinating characters often have some sort of talisman - either physical or metaphorical. Dorie has his sweets and guns (a complex and counter-intuitive juxtaposition.) In The Poison Boy, I gave Dalton Fly a lucky playing card that sorta made decisions for him. At the moment I'm writing about a character with a log book of stolen items she obsessively updates. If I'd felt the obligation of chronology, chances are I'd never made it to season four. And never met Dorie, therefore. There are advantages to skipping forward. ‘The best kinds of failures,’ note Tom and David Kelley in Creative Confidence, ‘are quick, cheap and early, leaving you plenty of time to … iterate your ideas.’
Software engineer and project management guru Steve McConnell echoes this sentiment, refering to ‘thrashing’ early, that is, doing the difficult creative decision-making upfront: ‘you explore all of the ideas for a project at the beginning, when it’s most cost-effective’, he says. Thrashing is arguing, debating, questioning, failing, disassembling, ditching and reconceiving. In essence, thrash and fail early, and your project is likely to emerge the better for it. Otherwise you end up in Rogue One territory. Screenwriter Tony Gilroy was paid a reported $5,000,000 to fix the Star Wars movie months before it was due to be released. It was allegedly confused, difficult to follow and varied wildly in tempo and tone. Speaking about the experience to the Hollywood Reporter, Gilroy said of the project: ‘they were in terrible trouble’. Gilroy needed to do a complete overhaul – to find the heart of the story in order to fix it. ‘If you look at Rogue, all the difficulty … all the confusion … in the end when you get in there, it’s actually very, very simple to solve,’ he says. ‘Because you sort of go, “This is a movie where … everyone is going to die.” So it’s a movie about sacrifice.’ I love Rogue One. Still, $5 million dollars – that’s the high cost of thrashing at the end, not the beginning. Back in August I read and photographed this op-ed in the paper. The economy is slipping towards the inevitable recession that everyone except the 52% that mattered knew would come with Brexit, and this dude - along with many others - is frothing at the mouth about it. We need to be consuming more, he argues. We should be earning as much as we can then shelling out the lion's share. Spend, spend, spend; it'll liberate us, right?
His beef is degrowth, which is being discussed in - as he puts it - 'juice bars.' Quite who he imagines frequents these juice bars is left to the readers' imagination but they sound like my kinda people. Because degrowth is the deliberate management of the economy to reduce rather than encourage unnecessary consumption even at the expense of GDP. It made me think of my jeans policy. Whoa. Wait a minute - I've not mentioned my jeans policy before? I've been remiss. My jeans policy is so simple it can be expressed in seven words. Never buy a new pair of jeans. Boom, there you go - eight words, boom included. Why this approach to denim? Well, I like Nudie Jeans; handsome Swedish pants that cost £120 new. I can get a second-hand pair on eBay for about £30. Because of the water-intense production-process for cotton, I'm saving further unnecessary environmental costs. And I get to pocket circa 90 sheets of savings and wear jeans that look like they've seen some action; sorta vicariously borrowed action courtesy of the previous owner... who prob'ly also bagged them second-hand. Heritage jeans, man. Jeans with terroir. Denim with wabi sabi. It's not just jeans. I'm trying to be as economically inactive as possible these days. Earn less, spend less. Basically, I'm doing on an individual scale what a Tory government does on grander scale. Less in, less out. Plus the irony's pretty sweet - what they do on the macro is the reverse of what they want on the micro. We're allowed to spend next to nothing, leaving you with dog-eared towns and crumbling public services but you guys? You need to be shopping your arses off. Except those of us in the juice bars, presumably. |
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