Writers

My favorite quote about writing is from Lawrence Kasdan and I read it in the eighties in an old issue of a now defunct magazine called American Film: “Being a writer is like having homework the rest of your life.”

Several years after I read the quote I actually found myself working for Lawrence Kasdan on a movie and I was very excited to relate this to him until I did and he gave me a blank stare and said he couldn’t remember saying it or never said it.  I fear our relationship went downhill from there.  But that’s another story and perhaps we both have mellowed.  I know I have.

Nevertheless, whoever said it or made it up captured my feelings at the time exactly and knowing many others (well, at least one fictional person) felt that way was hugely encouraging and partially responsible for me continuing to write screenplays and eventually becoming a screenwriter.  You take support and inspiration wherever you get it, I’ve learned, or as someone close to me once said, “go where the love is.”  I am now spending my life with that person but that’s the subject of still another story.

Today I also spend many days giving my writing students unconditional love not because I’m humoring them but because I’ve learned over the years that every idea has something in it, some kernel, to love if you look closely and unearth it.  The trick is not to dismiss it.  Leave that to studio executives or people who claim they didn’t say quotes that you need to believe (and maybe still do believe) that in their heart of hearts they really said.  Of course the latter doesn’t matter because I’m sure we’ve both moved on.  Well, at the very least, I’m sure he has.

But I’ve spent my entire adult life earning my keep as a writer in some form or another encouraged by the very fact that years ago someone showed me all writers are more alike than different and if I too felt this way I was not weird or untalented but perhaps just one of them.  (That and years of psychiatry too, helped).  Every so often that recognition gets reinforced – like this past week when I took a group of students to hear WGA award nominated screenwriters speak on a panel at the Writers Guild of America.

There were certainly many smart, funny, meandering, clever, slightly unsatisfying, honest and generally entertaining interesting remarks said by the writers of ”Social Network,” “The Fighter,”  “Please Give,”  “Black Swan,” “The Kids Are All Right” and “I Love You, Phillip Morris.” But the one that stayed with me was when moderator John August, a screenwriter himself (“Go,” “Big Fish”), asked about how they get through the writing process, specifically writer’s block.

Both Aaron Sorkin (“Social Network”) and Nicole Holofcener (“Please Give”) replied separately and identically:  “On days that it’s going well I feel great, and on days that it isn’t I feel pretty awful.”  The others who didn’t say that, pretty much nodded in agreement.

What?  You mean…..them too?  Holofcener who gets to write and direct very small, very personal movies with relative creative freedom, and Sorkin who shyly (yes, shyly) admitted he took a year to write “Social Network” and that David Fincher signed on the next day and filmed his first draft pretty much word for word?

Huh?

A mental health professional might posit that self-doubt and self-flagellation like this is not the optimum way to live.  And it’s likely not every writer or creative person feels their value is attached to the work, or that those who do often have learned to balance whatever rocky waters they navigate on a given day with meaningful endeavors.  But that doesn’t matter because an audience full of screenwriters and aspiring writers nodded in reaction to those sentiments.

Speaking for all of us there (because why wouldn’t I at this point), we found it incredibly encouraging to know that we weren’t the only ones who alternately rewarded ourselves (probably with food, sex or something more dangerous – yes, we know Aaron Sorkin’s history) when it went well.  Or took those very things and turned them on ourselves and overindulged when things were going badly.  Or found new ways for self-persecution (too numerous to mention and, truthfully, why would I need to give anyone reading this many more creative ideas on how to do this thing we do)  Aaron Sorkin did publicly suggest one antidote for when it’s going badly – take a ride in your car.  I might try it, if only to see if it allows me to come up with a brilliant nine page opening scene of primarily dialogue for my next script.  Yes, I know it’s been done, but still…

Am I saying misery loves company?  Not exactly.  Or that writers and probably many other creative people are more neurotic than others since much of their art depends on self-examination in some form, wreaking unknowable psychic unravellings on their being?  God, I hope not.  I’m merely pointing out that support and community are out there in the most unlikely of places.  And that regardless of what you perceive as your level of success in the pecking order we are part of the same tribe and even the most anointed of us have down moments and suffer.  This can be strangely encouraging if you’re not where you want to be professionally yet seem oddly unfair if you’ve paid your dues and are now at the top of your profession.  Which I suppose has a certain justice in itself, especially to those of us not there.

Oh – postscript to my story.  Five years after my dreaded “homework” encounter I found myself in a car in downtown Los Angeles reading lines off-camera in a scene to Joe Mantegna in a screenplay I had written while at the same time a car carrying Kevin Kline drove by us on the way back to the set of “Grand Canyon,” a movie none other than Lawrence Kasdan had co-written and was directing.  While Joe and Kevin (yeah, that’s right – I mean – I was the writer now, after all) chatted and reminisced about life in New York, I looked around for Larry (Kasdan), partly in appreciation for saying (or not saying) something way back when that kept me going and partly to prove to him that I wasn’t a crazy sycophant who made up quotes from A-list writers about writing and that I had done MY homework.    But I looked around (A LOT) and he was nowhere to be found.  It didn’t matter because what he did or never said, in that moment I heard it, made me feel less alone and gave me the confidence to go on with my craft just a little longer.  Most of us need this.  Some are superhuman and don’t.  Whenever it happens take in.  And then – somewhere along the line – pass it on.

The Three Faces of Truth

I don’t know about you but my brain hurts when I try to figure out what’s real and not real these days.  Or at least true.  But I force myself to soldier on because somehow it feels important not to put my head in the sand and live an uninformed life.  Except when I’m on vacation or watching “Dexter,” the latter because I know that somewhere there is a benevolent serial killer stalking and murdering all the horrible people ready to murder my family and yours and not feel guilty about it.  So there is that.

This all came to mind late one night last weekend when I turned on the television and there were three Mark Zuckerbergs on my TV  screen.  Which one was the real thing as I know him?  I have no idea.

Jesse Eisenberg, who stars as Mark Zuckerberg in “Social Network,” doing his host “Saturday Night Live” monologue was confronted by Andy Samberg/SNL’’s fake Mark Zuckerberg  and both seemed reasonable facsimiles of the recent megabillionaire when the real Mark Zuckerberg showed up unannounced onstage and bantered awkwardly with prepared lines that made him seem less like Mark Zuckerberg than the other two.  Are you with me?  Unless, of course, this is what Mark Zuckerberg is like, but somehow I doubt that the real personality of someone who founded Facebook would be so obedient, essentially reading bad dialogue that a cue card told him to read.  Even if that cue card was planned and he was in on it, did it represent him?

Well, maybe so, you say.  He’s not comfortable in front of people.  Away from his computer.  He’s certainly not a performer.  He’s a nerd, a brilliant one at that, but still, deep in his soul, a nerd.

That’s what I think, too.  But then it occurred to me – how do we KNOW that?  We don’t.  And that’s just about a guy who’s worth $60 billion.  What about stuff in Washington, DC, Egypt and Afghanistan or the rest of the Middle East?  Oy.  My head hurts again.

We have information we read and see and make an intellectual assumption or empirical conclusion.  But how reliable is that information?  What are the sources?  How much research do we have to do to get to the truth?  How many sources? Do we do any research at all?

Once upon a time when I was coming of age in the seventies there was this law called “The Fairness Doctrine.”  In essence, it required the public airwaves to present the opposing point of view for any current events story.  Actually, any story.  These days we have a lot more information, tons of it, but I’m stumped and my synapses start to explode when I try to figure out what is real and what isn’t because the people who write and speak these darn things are, to varying degrees, so freakin’ crafty. Often I give up and give in to irony – which is very popular, “in” and au courant right now.  You know the drill.  It all sucks, it’s all phony, spoon-fed, so let’s make fun of it.  Right?  Wrong.  I love Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert but they are playing characters.  But aren’t Brian Williams and Katie Couric characters, too?  Sort of.  I mean, I’ve never met them in real life so they could be.   Why should I take them any more seriously than Stewart and Colbert – or Glenn Beck, for that matter – who has a funny blackboard.  Or Bill O’Reilly or Ann Coulter, who sell millions of books that many people think are scathingly funny.  Because it sounds right, damn it, and I agree with him/her/them (pick your choice).

The real irony is with so much information out there, we are now farther from the truth than we’ve ever been.  Okay, news and politics are one thing – but can’t I just go to the movies and have fun, you ask?

Sure.

But when I see “Social Network” my mind thinks I’m getting the real story of Facebook.  I was positive “The King’s Speech” was an inspirational story of a royal who overcame his stutter to become a great leader until I read Chistopher Hitchens piece pointing out countless historical inaccuracies in the portrayals in the movie.  I wrote a film years ago about my compulsive gambler Dad who stole his screen son’s bar-mitzvah money out of its hiding place in the freezer and when my real Dad appeared on the movie set everyone looked at him with awe and disdain for having done such a thing.  Of course, he didn’t do it in real life.  But no one really believed me.  Not only does my brain hurt but now I feel incredibly guilty for what I should have seen was an emerging trend back then.

The truth is we all must actively now more than ever seek out what’s real and true, if for no other reason than the fact that “Dexter” can’t go it alone.  There are bad guys (and gals) out there.  And as my Aunt Nan once told me, “When you assume, you make an a—out of you and me.”