Step Outside the Comfort Zone

Years ago I subscribed to Runner’s World magazine, and though my subscription lapsed (you can only read the same “train for a 5k in only twelve weeks” article so many times) I still get their “quote of the day” email every morning. I especially liked today’s quote.

“You only ever grow as a human being if you’re outside your comfort zone.”
Percy Cerutty, running coach

Cerutty was most famous for coaching John Landy, who was himself most famous for being the guy who lost the “Miracle Mile” to Roger Bannister. You know, glance over your left shoulder and the guy passes you on the right. This was back when everybody cared about track, because Bannister had just run the world’s first four-minute mile, and Landy ran the second.

It reminded me of a similar tidbit of wisdom I heard from an unlikely source recently. Madonna’s ex-husband, Guy Ritchie (Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels director) was interviewed in Esquire, and related to the interviewer three pieces of “life wisdom” he had accumulated. The first one stuck with me.

“You have to get comfortable being uncomfortable.”

I keep thinking about that, and mentioning it to people. I believe one of the big things that goes wrong with people is they get too scared of being uncomfortable.

It’s hard to exercise, so they don’t do it and they become frail, couch-bound, or have cardiovascular problems.

People hate the idea of saying “no” to even one of their own cravings, so they drink too much, eat too much. I don’t have to tell you what lurks downstream from that lifestyle.

Both quotes are saying the same thing. You have to keep a certain level of comfort with the notion of discomfort, of straining or stretching or reaching. This applies to athletics, to creative work, and really to all areas of life that matter. It’s easy to fall into a groove, to feel numb and comfortable and just coast along, and fail to recognize life is passing you by and nothing very interesting is happening any more.

I say you have to open yourself up to life, consciously engage with it, and be willing to feel uncomfortable sometimes. It’s good to sometimes feel scared, or very hungry, or hot, cold, or exhausted.

Cannon Beach Pix

Following this morning’s recap of our weekend, mostly centered around the Cannon Beach trip, here’s a sampling of pix.

Every time we go to Seaside or Cannon Beach, our first stop is always Mo’s for this lunch. Crab louie, shrimp-and-bean salad, and clam chowder. It’s unpretentious and certainly not the finest dining to be found in the area, but I’ve been going to Mo’s every time I visit the beach since I was a little squirt, so it satisfies some primal something-or-other.

Incidentally, photographic trickery has been used to disguise the reality that Lena’s crab louie is ENORMOUS, as in more than twice the size of my dainty little salad.

Lunch at Mo's (Arch Cape)

Our hotel had this charming little courtyard and it made a fella want to strip off and take a little dash through the fountain. Problem: fountain wasn’t big enough.

Inn at Haystack Rock courtyard

At the beach, everything looks like an insane person did the interior decorating. If you had furniture like this in the city people would avoid ever visiting your house, and if they ever accidentally saw it they’d probably try to avoid meeting you even on neutral ground. But near the ocean, it’s charming and makes you want to pick up a plastic bucket and go make a sand castle.

Whimsical beach decor

This isn’t a beautiful piece of photographic art or anything, but it proves we were about a block from the ocean. That’s the glowing white abyss at the end of this street!

One block to the beach

No, seriously… this place is really beautiful, like crazy beautiful!

Cannon Beach sunset #3

At the beach, everybody takes pictures of sunsets and Haystack Rock so I decided to show you what the rest of it looks like. This is “non-photogenic ordinary Oregon beachscape.”

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When I said everybody takes pictures of Haystack Rock, I wasn’t kidding. Seriously.

Haystack Rock

There are lots of other cool rocks out in the water and nobody bothers taking pictures of them. These are some of the coolest rocks. I think the lighthouse in one of the Harry Potter movies is located on one of these. It’s hard to see the lighthouse in the picture.

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I was totally kidding about the Harry Potter lighthouse.

Right at the edge of town there’s this nice, pastoral scene like something in Ireland. It makes me want to hunt a goose for dinner, or possibly take up peat farming.

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Sometimes the tide uncovers these little estuaries and a temporary ecosystem happens. These birds are saying “Holy crap, there are anemones here and I’m eating three. There’s plenty for everybody, no shoving!” Then the tide covers it back up and it’s underwater for a while, and these seagulls have to swarm the tourists in the park and beg for little pieces of donut.

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We rented these little 3-wheeled bikes called “Funcycles.” They’re like a Big Wheel for grown-ups and it was actually tremendous fun to haul ass down the beach on these things. Though most of the people we saw renting these things just sat still and took pictures of each other after they rode slowly for ninety seconds and got all out of breath. We zoomed seven miles down the beach to where it dead-ended, and back again.

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If you go far enough, you start to see the landscape change. Way down south of Arch Cape (which is south of Cannon Beach) the cliff tops are no longer developed with $3 million houses. This is how I remember the beach cliffs looking when I was a kid.

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… and …

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When the Cannon Beach trip was over we drove south, through Manzanita and Rockaway Beach, and in places Hwy 101 rose way up high and revealed cool vistas.

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Then we stopped in Tillamook and went on a tour of the Tillamook Cheese Factory, from which I live-posted some pix to my Facebook.

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Those posts included references to Burgess Meredith (“Don’t forget the cheese” commercials) as well as the timeless quip, “don’t cut yourself on that cheese — it’s sharp!”

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Aaaaaand… vacation over!

Cannon Beach Report

Just emerged from a busy stretch, including a couple days getting ready to go out of town, three days in Cannon Beach, Oregon with my wife, and a transitional day after we returned.

I remember when I was a college kid, going out of town for a weekend involved 4 minutes of packing and about ten seconds of unpacking. Now I have things in my life arranged more carefully, and I pack more stuff. Certain books, the laptop and its charger, maybe manuscript printouts, even multiple pairs of shoes. When I was twenty, I traveled in the shoes I was wearing and that was all. Now I have shoes for running on the beach, shoes for hiking, shoes for walking around town and going out to eat.

Anyway, the trip is over and we had a great time in Cannon Beach, like always. It remains my favorite place that I can drive to in under two hours. I’ll probably assemble photos here soon.

I always think I’m going to have more time for reading and relaxing, but of course we end up being on the go a lot. We always do a lot more running, biking and walking than sitting still with a book.

Also lots of eating and drinking, which is one of the great things about the beach. Good old standby Mo’s for a crab louie and bean & shrimp salad, and clam chowder. Fultano’s for simple grub, pizza and spaghetti & meatballs. Great Mexican food at this brand new place, El Mariachi Loco. The Lumberyard for alfredo pasta with shrimp, and a steak and great big steins of frosty draft beer. The Fireside for veggie breakfast casserole, a half-older of halibut fish and chips, and this amazing gourmet mac-and-cheese with jalapenos. Please note: above recap involves food for two people. Also lots of espresso!

On the way home we went down 101 through Manzanita (and decided that’s our next beach destination — kind of a cool, more casual version of Cannon Beach) and Rockaway to Tillamook, where we toured the Tillamook Cheese Factory (which Lena said should be called the Tillamook Ice Cream Stand, since that’s where most of the zillion tourists were clustered). That’s a place worthy of a photoblog all its own.

Back home again we stopped for a family dinner to celebrate Lena’s birthday (she shares a DOB with one of my favorite insane people, H.P. Lovecraft), and yesterday I spent all day writing. I finished revisions on ‘The Long Tightrope’ (my Writers Weekend critique story), did some more work on ‘Out in the Water’ (that’s a working title, aka ‘that lake story’) and made a bunch of notes for this increasingly strange Hollow-Earth-Insane-Explorers-Find-Buddhist-Transcendence dark fantasy I’ll be drafting soon.

iPad as Writing Tool, Part 2

I wrote once before about how I use my iPad as a tool to aid my writing. If the subject interests you, you can find that earlier post here.

Last time I covered this subject, I was using the iPad as a supporting tool for note-making and information-gathering, but not really writing anything on it longer than an outline or synopsis. At that time I was using Evernote for almost everything, and that’s still true. The reason for this is that Evernote, while not a word processor or even really a text editor, is great at organizing, sorting and tagging small bits of text. Also with versions for iPad/iPhone, for Mac OS and for Windows, it covered pretty much all my technology bases. Now I’m using a Droid phone and there’s an Evernote version for Droid, as well. So with this free account, I can create notes (including photo or audio notes), or edit, tag/sort, or delete existing notes, wherever I am.

If you’re a writer type, you may be saying “That sucks, give me a word processor,” and I hear what you’re saying. But while Apple Pages is a decent enough word processor in some ways, and only $9.99, it lacks the ability to easily get your work on and off the iPad so you can work on your files with other computers. You can open a text document out of your Dropbox in Pages but when you’re done working, you can’t put the saved changes back into Dropbox. You have to wait until the next time you’re ready to sync your iPad, and that sucks. Maybe Apple will fix that in the next Pages rev. If so, they’d also better add a word counter while they’re at it.

So that’s why I don’t bother using my iPad for serious writing, and nobody else really does either, unless they’re using ONLY the iPad, and just synchronizing up once or twice a week to move materials off for printing and archiving.

Today I was inspired to cover this subject again because a new application just came out called Elements which runs on iPad and iPhone. It’s $4.99 and it allows you to sync files through your Dropbox (if you haven’t figured it out yet, people who use more than one computer absolutely NEED Dropbox), so you can start a file in Elements, save it, and open it later for formatting and printing on your Mac or PC… or open your works-in-progress in Elements for a little tweaking while you’re on vacation or on the subway.

I haven’t even downloaded Elements yet but I can see from looking at the web site that it’s just what i need. It even has word count!

An iPad with Elements, plus a bluetooth keyboard, would make a pretty nice mobile writing setup. Even though I already have a great Macbook Pro, and I love the giant 17″ screen, there are times I’d like to tinker with a work-in-progress on my Ipad.

We Went Hiking and Earned a Beer

Saturday morning, Lena and I drove to Mt. Hood. It was a super-beautiful day, but Portland’s weather forecast had a three-digit temperature so we thought a hike on the mountain would be more fun than a hike in town. When we got to Government Camp, though, it was already getting hot.

Moon over Summit Meadow

We parked near Trillium Lake and decided to hike some of the snowshoe and XC-skiing trails we’ve visited in recent winters. What we found is that many of these ski trails actually have roads underneath the snow! Because of this, more than half our hike was on dusty gravel and dirt roads. Furthermore, zillions of cars were zooming up and down these narrow roads all day.

trail/road between Summit Meadow and Still Creek

When we were able to get away from the roads, and enjoy quiet trails, the hike was beautiful. The top of Mt. Hood was visible through much of the hike reminding us that we were less than halfway up (4,000 feet elevation versus 11,000 total).

Mt. Hood peak

At the far end of our hike, we came out in the Ski Bowl rec area. In the summer is converted into a family carnival, which you can see part of in this picture. There were lots of kids go-karting and people bungee jumping and all kinds of summer mountain merriment.

We crossed the highway into Government Camp, which is a little town, not really a camp. It also has nothing to do with any government any more. We had lunch at the Ratskeller, which was the first time I’ve ever eaten in a restaurant named after a rat!

Mt. Hood peak over Ski Bowl summer recreation area

When we were almost done… feet starting to ache, dehydration setting in despite the extra water we carried with us, we found the Trillium Lake public access area, which is normally deserted. Hundreds of people stretching all around this side of the lake, and cars overflowing the tiny parking lot. No wonder so many cars spit up dust at us all day!

Trillium Lake access area

Though we pride ourselves on our bad-ass fitness, after five hours hiking we were ready to be done. I had worked up a powerful thirst, and we stopped so I could pick up a nice, frosty beer. Mmmmm, Widmer Hefeweizen mini-keg!

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In and Out of Genre

Following on from minutes-ago post about going from Stephen King’s Dreamcatcher to Cormac McCarthy’s The Road

A reasonable first reaction would be to say that these two are about as far apart as two writers could be. The sun-bleached lines of McCarthy, which manage to be terse even when they are poetic, stand in dramatic contrast to the casual, slang-filled conversational style of King. One is less, one is more-more-more.

On the other hand, both are quirky with punctuation, and both frequently construct sentences to feel like internal stream-of-consciousness.

Beyond that, there’s another similarity I would like to discuss. Both have written genre fiction (McCarthy dabbling in SF or apocalyptic horror this once, King obviously working in horror most of the time) that appeals widely to readers outside those genres. This ability is rare enough — and make no mistake, most genre writers very much want their work to appeal to readers outside the genre ghetto — to bear consideration. Why is Stephen King’s work so popular among readers who never read horror except King’s work, and more often read mainstream books or thrillers? Why do critics treat The Road with the same respect they give All the Pretty Horses or Blood Meridian, rather than saying “I’ll pass on this one — he’s just writing end-of-the-world shit?”

Despite the stylistic gap between these two writers, I think the explanation for trans-genre appeal is the same in both cases, and also explains writers like Vonnegut, Palahniuk, Atwood, and even Tolkien reaching way beyond the usual genre boundaries (in some cases to the point they are no longer considered genre writers even when what they’re doing plainly uses all the tropes). That is, the placement of the characters’ emotional drama at the forefront of the story in such a way that we are tangled in their experience. We experience their fears and hopes, and directly project ourselves into their place.

This seems a simple matter — all writers know they’re supposed to engage the reader on an emotional level — yet very rarely does that engagement occur in such an intimate way as with these writers. It’s about putting the “people stuff” ahead of the “trans-warp tachyon drive” or “vampire/zombie plague” or “Venusian cloud colony” bullshit. Most genre writers think they’re doing this, but they’re not. That’s because most genre writers get their start out of a love for the tropes and McGuffins, and not out of pure storytelling. They may try to figure out how to write relationships and emotions, but it’s not what drives them.

I haven’t read enough about McCarthy to know if this is true, but from reading him I’d say he’s strongly influenced by Hemingway and Faulkner (which probably says a lot about why I’m so smitten with him, because those are two of my favorites). Obviously King has more roots within horror than without, but I think it’s telling that his favorite writer is Elmore Leonard, and not Lovecraft or Machen or Blackwood or Shirley Jackson. Leonard is another writer whose primary focus is individual fears and desires. It’s incidental that his characters are murderers and thieves, con artists and detectives.

Sometimes a genre writer wants to break out, give themselves a shot at appealing to a broader readership, outside their own genre. Sometimes they try a different style to which they’re not really suited , such as Greg Bear writing an awful supernatural thriller with minimal SF content, Dead Lines. I think a better idea would be to focus on writing stuff with a more human appeal.

Lots of people love Friday Night Lights who don’t care about high school football. Normally I don’t like Westerns, yet I loved Deadwood crazy-much, because the characters and conflicts were so compelling. To my mind, the foremost goal of any writer should be to make their work appeal to people who normally dislike the subject matter or genre.

When You Can’t Read, Listen

My reading time has been short lately so I’ve been limited to audiobook listening during my long-ish commute. I just finished Stephen King’s Dreamcatcher and I’m about to start The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

I’ve been thinking a lot about writers who create work that transcends genre, and these two writers are noteworthy in that regard. I’ll post something about that later today.

Moclips Weekend Pictures

In my Writers Weekend posts I mentioned my camera battery died almost as soon as I arrived in Moclips, and I obtained only a small number of images from my first walk down to the beach. I post them here for the record, recognizing that the more photographic interesting subject matter for a Writers Weekend would be, you know, people.

It’s very beautiful country up there, but I didn’t get to see much other than this beach (extending a few miles north and south of the Ocean Crest Resort) and a stretch of highways 101 and 109.

We’ll see how this looks once posted, and I may interject little text commentary bits beneath some of these.

To Outline, or Not, or How Much?

Right over here (in the comments to the Livejournal version of this blog), Obadiah and I got to talking about something I’d been meaning to riff on a little bit, so here’s an opportunity.

The question is about the value and importance of outlining (or at least advance planning) when writing fiction.

Those in favor of outlining feel it’s too easy (without an outline) to meander around aimlessly, and follow digressions that seem appealing to the writer in some way. One minute you’re writing a story about a character who was headed somewhere, and eventually you realize the guy has been pursuing something tangential for 1,200 words. Some of the words may have been fun to right, but in the best case you’ll cut them (thus wasting a lot of work) and in the worst case you’ll leave them in there because you love them (thus putting the reader to sleep for those 3-4 pages).

Those against, also known as “freestylers,” argue that the fun in the creative process derives from exploration, and if you’re following a pre-Mapquested route, it becomes boring and it’s hard to get motivated to keep going. Also, some argue their subconscious will come up with interesting new twists they might never have discovered had they remained bound to an outline.

I used to be a freestyler, and now I’m an outliner. As I’ve mentioned numerous times before in this blog, my early writing involved too much wank. That is, I spent too much of my writing time just doing what felt good — fun, banter-y dialogue, cool people, inventive locales. The problem is, the stories usually amounted to little more than mood pieces. They had no cumulative impact.

Writers who can sit down and freestyle, who intuitively spin compelling plots, and whose stories end up in a place that makes perfect sense once you look back at the setup and the character in the beginning, are lucky writers indeed. I don’t doubt such creatures exist, but I ain’t them.

In my opinion, the trick (which I’m still trying to perfect myself) is to outline and plan in advance just enough to keep the writer on track. I want to give myself just enough of a hint of a destination off on the horizon that I can make my way, not wander too far off course, and yet “freestyle” a bit en route. I love the little details of discovery a writer makes when they come to a “what next?” moment in the story, when the subconscious scrambles to fill in a blank and comes up with something much more compelling, on the fly, than anything that could’ve been outlined in advance of wading into the scene.

Another way of putting it would be, you should know some important things about your characters before you start, have a general idea of where the plot will end up, then let yourself freestyle from point to point until you get to that ending, and be as inventive and crazy as you can along the way. Pack in as many outside-the-lines details as you can, like a jazz improviser who can go wild even though he knows he has to join back up with the rest of the group after the solo.

Keep it fun, but don’t waste time and effort going too far down blind alleys. Remember the need to make sense of it all by the end.

These are the tricks I’m working toward.