Here are a few odds & ends about the writing process and the writing life:
1. People you’d never suspect are making the N.Y. TIMES best-seller list in hardcover fiction. FICTION! Example: Glenn Beck led the list last week with his new book THE OVERTON WINDOW. I did a double-take to be certain I wasn’t looking at the non-fiction list. It’s a novel of political intrigue.
2. The second big news (at least to me) is that the number one category of book on the best-seller list is in fact political thriller, a.k.a. political intrigue. Examples: the Beck book just mentioned; THE LION by Nelson DeMille; THE SPY by Clive Cussler and Justin Scott; THE BOURNE OBJECTIVE by Eric Van Lustbader.
3. Outside of political thrillers, the list includes a fantasy or two—example, TIME PASSAGE by Justin Cronin. (More than a hundred years in the future, a small group resists the vampires who have taken over North America.); and FRANKENSTEIN: LOST SOULS by Dean Koontz. (Book four in the reimagining of the classic tale.)
4. There are a couple of mystery/thrillers on the list. WHIPLASH by Catherine Coulter. (The F.B.I. agents Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock help investigate misdeeds at a pharmaceutical company.) 61 HOURS by Lee Child. (Jack Reacher helps the police in a small South Dakota town protect a witness in a drug trial.)
5. There’s only one book that could be classified as literary/mainstream—that’s THE HELP by Kathryn Stockett. But, here’s the really big news—it’s been on the best-seller list for 64 weeks and is still ranked at number 6!!!!!
6. The bottomline: seems to be that Americans like junk-reads in the summer. By that, I mean—books that will not be studied in universities, books that will not be around in a decade. It’s summer, it’s hot, and folks are looking for entertainment. Last week’s best-seller list was dominated by entertainment. That’s okay with me because we read for all kinds of reasons. Like many of you, I’m an eclectic reader—meaning, I read the classics, contemporary literary fiction, mainstream fiction, and genre fiction. But, I must admit, I was a little surprised last Sunday at the dominance of genre fiction!!
7. I’m teaching a course on plots & storylines this summer at the U. of South Alabama. I’m again reminded that if a writer knows the inciting incident, the climax, and something about the close, a novel is definitely in the works!! Wouldn’t it be lovely to know those things about a book BEFORE starting on a project. Most of us must discover them in the process of writing. Alas!!
Now, after my hodge-podge of an odds & ends list, here’s a great piece by Mahala Church titled THE JUNK DRAWER. I should have said a GREAT PIECE. I really enjoyed this one!! And—odds & end lists and junk drawers seem to go together. Many thanks, Mahala, for sharing this!!
THE JUNK DRAWER
By Mahala Church
“Why in the Sam Hill don’t we empty this drawer?” My husband shouts, jerking the drawer handle. “The damn thing is stuck again!” He grabs the handle with an iron will, braces his feet, and bends his knees. His back bent into the job, he gives the drawer a Herculean jerk. It breaks free and my husband catapults backwards through the air. I duck as the contents of our just-in-case drawer are flung all over the kitchen.
“What a mess,” I whine, staring around the room.
“I’m fine, thank you,” my husband gasps, flat on his back on the kitchen floor. “This is the perfect time to throw all this junk away and start over.” Catching his breath, he picks buttons, twist ties, and loose matches off his chest.
“No way,” I say. “This is valuable stuff.” I grab a loose thumbtack from his belly-button before he sits up. I gather the bits of string, loose screws, candle stubs, and a Barbie barrette from the floor. “You never know when you might need one of these. Look, here’s the button to your blue suit. Now I can fix it.”
My husband shakes his head and pulls himself up. “I don’t believe you. No one else keeps this kind of mess in their kitchen.”
But he’s mistaken. Almost everyone has a junk drawer, and it’s usually in the kitchen. I call ours the just-in-case drawer. It holds that odd piece of string just-in-case you need to tie a cover on a jar, the loose safety pins just-in-case you need to save your dignity, the stubby ends of pencils just-in-case you can’t find one when you’re playing Pictionary. It’s the most important drawer in our home.
Those various pieces of junk as my husband calls them are integral to my peace of mind on par with the odds and ends of people I seem to collect. However, unlike the disparate values I place on my extended family, friends, and business associates, everything in the junk drawer is of equal value. From time to time I have been known to do the unthinkable and erase a name from my address book, but I rarely ever, and I mean ever, throw away something from our just-in-case drawer. Those things are too rare, too precious. One of them might be the very thing I’m frantically looking for one day—the small screw to fix a toy and stop a torrent of tears, the last drop of glue to secure my favorite angel’s wing, the key to open the cellar door that my two-year-old nephew locked with himself inside—the one that hadn’t been locked in over twenty years.
I figure ten years with no contact makes it fairly safe to erase a name from my address book, yet I always feel a little uneasy as I place the eraser over the paper. So what if I can’t remember who they are? Is it impractical to erase them from existence in my world? Even worse, is it immoral? What if my address book is the link to someone finding their long lost mother or father? I worry about things like that. And that paranoia carries over to my junk drawer.
To clean out the drawer just isn’t natural. The things in there have a mystical quality. A curse might descend on my house because I tossed away something of real value. My husband may cast aspersions at me today, but I can just hear him if I threw away one of the candle stubs in the drawer. I was saving that in case of a tsunami. But we live in Colorado I’d tell him. He wouldn’t care. The candle stub is indicative of something important— a sacred trust between man and his personal belongings.
HAPPY READING AND HAPPY WRITING ON THIS FRIDAY, JULY 9, 2010