“I know some writers who like to talk about it more than they do it, who’ve been writing a book for ten years.”
If you’ve been following my blog, you know that I’ve been writing novels for over twenty years. I’ve also been working full time, among other things that tend to suck up time. One thing I can say for myself is that I’ve been consistent and dedicated. Over the years, I’ve fought diligently to find time to write.
And I have won that battle.
When I began painting three years ago, I viewed it as a crazy experiment. With that said, I had a powerful urge for it. All I wanted to do at that time was experience the feeling of sliding a brush dabbed in gooey paint across white canvas. I wanted to know what that would feel like because I had so vividly experienced it in my mind. It was similar to the desire for food, water, sex … deep, urgent, and animalistic. I never believed I had the ability to create visual art despite my sometimes alarmingly active imagination. I grew up assuming that every mind contained the same dynamic world that exists in mine. That everyone could envision the detail, color, and complexity that I create and see in my head.
I came to realize that’s not the case.
Just when I was beginning to think that I had pieced together the puzzle of who I am, I picked up that paint brush and bam! I realized I had only been focusing on one area of a puzzle that is much larger and more complex. I’m still trying to understand and define my creative place in the world, but after twenty years of writing and only three years of painting, I realize that it’s not exactly what I thought it was.
I don’t know how many years my guest, bestselling author Douglas Preston, has been writing. What I do know is that he’s written over twenty successful books.
In his interview, Douglas shares how he got his big start. He was working at the American Museum of Natural History when he got a call from Lincoln Child, an editor at St. Martin’s Press, asking if he’d be interested in writing a book.
Twenty-five books later … the rest is history.
What are the odds of that happening, you ask? They’re likely astronomical. However, something similar happened to me. When I was working at Johnson & Johnson, an editor from McGraw-Hill called to ask if I’d ever thought of writing a book. The result was my first book, Six Sigma for Business Excellence.
So the immature, emotional child in me asks with a pout on my face, “How does Douglas now have twenty-five books published and I have only two?”
The adult visionary in me replies, “Who cares? Things happen for a reason.” I’m content with my journey, no matter how hard fought it may be. My philosophy is that if I keep moving down my own personal road, I’ll eventually reach my destination. I don’t care how many years it takes. It is what it is. I am who I am. I don’t need to be Douglas Preston, or any other fantastic author out there. I’d only fail where they succeeded.
I have failed where they succeeded.
After just three years of painting, this month my work is being shown in an international art show in New York City curated by Monkdogz Urban Art, one of the top contemporary art galleries in the world. I’ve been told that the odds of that happening are beyond astronomical.
My third book, Centerpieces, will be launched this summer.
I had been writing a column in the magazine Natural History, published by the Museum, where I worked. An editor from St. Martin’s Press named Lincoln Child, who had been reading my pieces, called me up and asked if I wanted to write a history of the Museum. I said yes — and that became my first book, Dinosaurs in the Attic. After the book was published, I gave Linc a tour of the Museum — at midnight. I showed him all the best places in the Museum to which I had access–the dinosaur bone storage room, the collection of 30,000 rats in jars of alcohol, the whale eyeball collection, the preserved mastodon stomach with its last meal inside, and a lot of other unusual things. We ended up in the Hall of Late Dinosaurs around 2:00 a.m., with only the emergency lights on, the great black skeletons looming in the darkness around us–and Linc turned to me and said: “Doug, this is the scariest damn building in the world. Let’s write a thriller set in here.” And that was the birth of Relic, and of our partnership.
Was there someone in particular who inspired you to love books and/or take an interest in writing?
There are certain teachers and librarians who encouraged me — most particularly the late Darcy O’Brien, who was a professor at Pomona College where I went to school. He was writing his novel, A Way of Life, Like Any Other, when I took a creative writing class from him, and he shared with us the drafts of his novel. It was an extraordinary experience. His novel was rejected by 26 publishers and finally published–and then it won the prestigious Hemingway Award! So he was both a great teacher and a lesson in the perversity of the publishing business.
Where do most of your creative ideas come from?
They come from every direction — from personal experience to articles in magazines, news stories, factoids on the web, and most of all from my extensive world travels. The key is always being open to a new idea, because we are surrounded by a sea of brilliant ideas, if only we can open our eyes and see them.
With regard to your current creative focus, was there an “ah-ha” moment you can tell us about?
I was doing research on potter’s fields when I came across a strange factoid: that in New York City, sometimes limbs amputated in hospitals are not treated as medical waste, but are placed in a small coffin and buried on Hart Island, New York City’s enormous potters field. I called up Linc and in twenty minutes we had worked out the basic plot to Gideon’s Sword.
Do you believe some of the various attributes related to being highly creative have caused you aberrations in life, helped you deal with life’s aberrations, or both? How so?
Both. It may have made me difficult to deal with at times, but I find the writer’s life to be ideal, for me, if a bit lonely, and I have no regrets.
Have you ever had to deal with people in your life failing to understand your creative personality, interests, or drive? If so, can you tell us about it and how you’ve dealt with it?
Sometimes people don’t respect a writer’s working time. I’ve been interrupted by people in the middle of the day for various trivial things — people who, for example, would never call me in the middle of the day if I were a corporate lawyer or an auto mechanic. But that’s rare. My family has always been very supportive. They get it.
Have you developed a specific creative process that enables you to meet your writing goals? If so, can you tell us about it, and also share any thoughts you may have on the role discipline and organization play in reaching creative goals?
Writing is like exercise or playing the violin: you have to do it every day. You have to carve out uninterrupted time. And then you have to have the discipline to stay at your desk and write, write, write. I know some writers who like to talk about it more than they do it, who’ve been writing a book for ten years. Sorry, unless you’re writing Ulysses I don’t buy it. Discipline is huge. Even after twenty five books, I find myself looking for every excuse not to write.
You’re written both as a solo author, and as part of a team. What are some of the advantages and disadvantages of both scenarios?
Writing with a partner has a lot of advantages. You have someone to brainstorm with, bounce ideas off, not to mention a partner who shares your triumphs and tragedy. Writing is a lonely business. The downside is that you share credit for a piece of work. But for me, that’s not at all a problem. Linc is the best writing partner anyone could ask for.
You’ve also written both fiction and nonfiction. How do you see creativity playing a role in nonfiction?