Zestful Blog Post #216
If you’re still with me after reading the title of this post,
congratulations and thank you. I appreciate that there are so many serious writers
who follow these posts. What you get here, and here alone, is my perspective on
how to write well, how to avoid crappy mistakes, and how to arrange one’s life
as a writer.
Back in the 1980s I worked in the human resources department
of a large financial institution. One of our tasks was training bankers on how
to sell bank products—checking accounts, credit cards—to retail customers. My
boss bought an up-to-the-minute sales training program on video and we decided
to try it out on our bankers.
The videos followed a salesman with a product called a
transporter, which (oddly) looked like an ordinary microwave oven, but was
supposed to transport whatever you put in it from one place to another, as if
by magic. Obviously this was a dummy product; the product itself was unimportant;
the point of the video was to demonstrate effective, customer-oriented sales
techniques.
The salesman in the video demonstrated all the right stuff: questioned
his customers as to their needs, discussed characteristics of the transporter, elicited
objections, overcame objections with further discussion and questioning. In the
end, the customer agrees to buy a transporter. I thought the videos were fun
and effective. To those of us in HR, it was an easy jump to think of ways to
use those sales techniques to sell all the different sorts of bank products the
company offered.
But the first time we showed the video to a group of
front-office employees, they sat there impassively through the whole thing. When
it was over there was silence, until one guy finally said, “But we’re not
selling transporters.” These front-office bank folks were utterly baffled as to
why we would show them a video on how to sell transporters. They were incapable
of extrapolating from the video to their own frame of reference. (And that was
the end of the transporter videos.)
Understand that there are millions of people
just like those bankers. And they read books. Most writers have an intuitive feel
for extrapolation, but I think it’s worthwhile to talk about explicitly. The
word extrapolation is not the precise right one here, because it means to
extend an application of something. If there was a word that combined extrapolation
with adaptation, then I think we would have it, but it seems that even the
vast, agile language of English has its limitations.
For writers, extrapolation means looking past the literal.
It means making leaps of imagination. You cannot trust your reader to do it. The
reader craves the experience of you
doing it. And I believe the most important element in this is to give yourself
permission to do it.
Here’s what I’m talking about. You come across a suggested writing
prompt somewhere, like, “A disgraced celebrity flees high society.” You could
come up with something rather literal, like a Park Avenue heiress gets busted
for heroin and goes to the Betty Ford Center. Perhaps there she meets a humble
laborer who will introduce her to a life of honesty and simplicity. Or perhaps
to a life of exciting dirt bike racing. Or not. You could venture further and make
that character a track star who gets caught filing his spikes or something, and
he’s suspended from the sport. What might happen next? Maybe he coaches a
junior team for a while, and learns from the kids the true meaning of integrity.
You could invent a charismatic faith healer who is exposed as a phony, and who
decides to exile herself for a while, and goes on a quest to test herself and
to make atonement. Those are skeletons of whole stories right there.
[Extra credit if you can name this restaurant, located near the shade of many large evergreen trees.]
You might observe someone across the room in a café who
piques your interest. Don’t stop there. Maybe that person is watching another
person. You then observe the third person. What’s going on? You decide. Who are
those people? Pay attention. What are they wearing, do they seem happy or sad
or something else? Maybe you can’t say why a person piques your interest.
(Beyond, OK, pheromones.) That right there is reason to study that person more,
and delve into your own feelings and reactions. When uncertain emotions come up,
pay lots and lots of attention, and give yourself lots and lots of permission
to extrapolate, generalize, adapt, and individualize.
Speaking of individualization, I once read in a manuscript, He went ballistic. Nothing more. Well,
hell, don’t tell us he went ballistic. The bankers won’t know what’s going on. Tell
us:
He grabbed Mike by the
head and threw him to the floor, then slammed a chair into the model of the new
building, smashing it to pieces. The second chair went through the window,
followed by the poly-acrylic achievement award and everything else on Mike’s desk.
I hope I’ve given you another angle of insight into how to
mine and refine your raw material. Go further, go deeper, go detailed.
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