After two years in Chapman University’s MFA program and four semesters of writing workshops, conferences, and purposeful study of the craft of writing, I have debunked any notion that existed in my mind that writing is a peaceful, innocuous, inner journey of the soul. Naïve pre-enrollment images of my writer self stretched out on a blanket in the cool grass, the tip of a pen resting on my lip while I read the long, rambling passages I’ve just written and marvel at the poetic poignancy and gilding of my own prose and the ease with which it was conjured and articulated, are recalled now for mere hilarity. Writing is a violent, scything, and arduous enterprise of the psyche, like the deepest, darkest session on a therapist’s couch. Writing, I have discovered, is all about fighting your demons and killing your darlings.
In On the Art of Writing, professor and novelist Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch (1863-1944) admonishes those of us with a tendency to focus too much on ornamentation and style: “Whenever you feel an impulse to perpetrate a piece of exceptionally fine writing, obey it – wholeheartedly – and delete it before sending your manuscript to press. Murder your darlings.”
I’ll never forget the first time (or the eighth time) a writing instructor advised me to kill my darlings. We had just workshopped a chapter of my novel, one with which I was particularly pleased and which, I can admit in retrospect, was chock full of “darlings” – words and images of adornment that I believed were critical to the work’s merit. Kill my darlings? My professor may as well have asked me to feed my childhood stuffed bunny into a woodchipper. Back home at my desk that night, I began the relentless slayings, highlighting and deleting adjectives, adverbs, and darling after darling until there was nothing left of any real interest. And then it hit me. Oh. I see. There’s nothing here of any real interest. That moment of revelation is when the demons pounce.
Novelist, playwright, and screenwriter William Goldman elucidates this moment perfectly: “Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound. If you’re trying a screenplay, you know it’s never going to be Bergman. If it’s a novel, well, what kind of a novelist can you hope to be when Dostoevski was there before you. And Dickens and Cervantes and all the other masters that led you to the prison of your desk” (Adventures in the Screen Trade: A Personal View of Hollywood and Screenwriting, 1983).
A new image of my writer self standing on my desk chair and brandishing a scythe at my demons and darlings has supplanted the gentle authorial life I had envisioned previously, but I’m growing to like it more. “You were never promised that a writer’s training would be easy,” Quiller-Couch reminds us. Besides, if the screenwriting genius Goldman, who has written some of the most acclaimed cinematic works of our time, including Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969), All the President’s Men (1976), A Bridge Too Far (1977), The Princess Bride (1987), Misery (1990), and Chaplin (1992), has an inadequacy Demon, then at least I’m running with the right crowd. I’m guessing we all are.
“Demons and Darlings” was featured on the American Christian Fiction Writers website on August 25, 2012 (http://www.acfw.com/blog/?p=5001).