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Rewrite in Seattle

SeaTraffic.jpgI'm off to Seattle to catch the Seahawks and work on the rewrite. In case you've never been to the Emerald City, the password at the border is "I'll have a tall, skinny, iced half-caf caramel macchiato with fat-free whip."


A threesome every creative person fantasizes about


1) Doing cool work

2) Having fun

3) Making money

Any two in combination, and I can be somewhat happy. The goal of course is the magic trifecta. While avoiding the rut of one by itself where life is truly a miserable experience. In my advertising career, I get 2 and 3 consistently and sometimes more. (The problem with it also being a creative field is that I get to stay up late, like tonight putting a campaign to bed). On the writing side of life, I'm in the 1-2 combo. I'm digging the work, and having a great time. The filthy lucre will come later.

Where are you in your writing career? (Or your other job for that matter).


Rewrite, or extreme makeover?

Just a few revisions for marketability.
A friend near Seattle is letting me crash at his place next week. (Thanks Kyle). And aside from spending Sunday trying to run down a scalper for tickets to the Seahawks’ game, I’ll be rewriting my first draft the whole time.

The question is, will it be an edit, or complete overhaul? I’ve tried not to think about it since I tucked it away last month. But my hunch is that it will be more open-heart surgery than wart removal.

So, for those who’ve plowed this field before, what do you end up doing? Is your draft so tight that you only need to give it a spit-shine? Or are you throwing out huge chunks wholesale and changing the fate and focus of major characters? 


James Frey's career––now in rehab.

James Frey (r) and his agent humbly accept their awards from Oprah's Book Club
Okay, everyone's poking sharp sticks into the belly of James Frey, and his hard-hitting memoir, A Million Little Pieces, which now appears to be a hard-hitting piece of fiction. Or as Frey sort of puts it, "100% factual, except for the parts I made up, and if you don't like it I'm going to take my millions and sue you." Fair enough.

But this got me thinking. Does anyone else remember Fargo? The Oscar-winning movie that opened with "This is a true story. The events depicted in this film took place in Minnesota in 1987. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred." And was any of it true? Heck no. Did anyone care? Not really. A few fans and critics saw through the ruse, and when the Cohen Brothers were asked about it they wryly said "the events took place but all the people are made up." Good enough for me.

Can we ever forgive this guy? I mean, c'mon. "Blame it on the Rain" was an awesome song.