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Thinking in Metaphors

By Steven Pressfield | Published: February 22, 2012

One of the things you learn writing fiction is to think in metaphors.

Jake

Yeah, he's Jake. But what does he represent?

The first draft of any novel or screenplay usually spills forth in blissful cluelessness. You tell yourself, I’m writing a detective story, or a Western, or some crazy genre that I don’t even know the name of. Then comes Draft #2 and you have to ask yourself, “What the hell is this thing about?”

That’s when metaphor comes in.

It took me a long time to learn this, and a lot of people had to hammer me and my work pretty hard. Words like “shallow,” “slick” and ‘Yiddish theater” come to mind (the latter criticism I took as a compliment.)

What makes Chinatown more than a detective story? What takes Shane beyond being just a Western?

The answer is metaphor.

In a shallow genre piece, the characters represent nothing beyond themselves. A car chase is a car chase, a courtroom scene is a courtroom scene. Much of what we see on TV is like that.

But all that changes when Robert Towne asks himself, “What does Jake Gittes represent? What is water (the L.A. River, Hollenbeck bridge, the lake where Hollis Mulwray takes his “girlfriend” boating) a metaphor for?

When the writer answers those questions—and revises his post-first-draft story accordingly—his material gains depth and power and universality. It stops being superficial and easy.

Who is Shane, beyond being a gunfighter who wanders into the middle of a range war? What does he stand for?

Alan Ladd as Shane, the Man With A Past, who wants to leave his past behind

The writer thinks in metaphors. Shane, he realizes, represents a Man With A Past who is trying to free himself from that past. In this case, he’s a gunman who has made the decision to hang up his guns. But he could be anybody. We in the audience understand that, even if we can’t articulate it. We have pasts too. We’ve made mistakes. We’re rooting for Shane. (more…)

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Writing Wednesdays

Writing Wednesdays

Alexandra in the Trenches (Sort of)

By Steven Pressfield | Published: February 15, 2012

Here, thanks to Alexandra Choi, is a day we can all relate to.  (Viewing time: 1:52.)

I will say no more.

Except for more of Ms. Choi, click here.

(more…)

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Paul’s All Is Lost Moment

By Steven Pressfield | Published: February 8, 2012

My friend Paul is writing a pilot. He’s never done a piece of writing this serious before. The work is totally on spec.

Paul's All Is Lost Moment was a lot like Rocky's

Paul has a full-time business and has to do his writing at odd hours. A couple of weeks ago he had a crisis that made him almost suicidal. When I describe it to you, you’ll say, “Man, have I been there!”

A script for a TV pilot is about fifty-five pages long. Paul was on Page 52. He went home after work, sat down at his laptop and opened up the script to (blank) page 53. But first he decided, just for fun, to skim over pages 1 to 52.

By the time he was done, he was in despair. I saw him the next morning.

“What a blistering, unconscionable piece of crap! Who am I kidding giving birth to this abortion, or even deluding myself that I am, or might someday become, a writer? This worthless, steaming turd that I’ve been busting my ass over for … “

Paul was distraught. Inconsolable. I had to walk him home just to make sure he didn’t do something desperate.

Seventy-two hours later, I saw Paul again.

“I’m on page 62,” he said. His aspect and demeanor had totally changed. He was a new man. “I finished the f*@ker,” he said.

“And did the pages miraculously get better when you looked at them again?”

“Hey, I know I’m an idiot … “

We started talking about the scene in the first Rocky, where Sylvester Stallone, on the night before the big fight, gets up out of bed and goes down, alone, to the arena. He sees the giant billboards with pictures of the champ, Apollo Creed—and one huge placard with his own image. His face falls. His shoulders slump. The promoter is the only person in the auditorium. “What are you doing here, Rocky? Go home and get some sleep.” (more…)

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