The sound of rain against the tin of our roof was the sound of a great weight being lifted. The dryness had become oppressive, day after day after day of blue skies and sunshine, with not even the slimmest prediction of a passing shower to hang a hope, to damp the dust, to slake the roots of the beans and squash and the new shoots of timothy in the field. I remembered this morning a story my mother used to tell, about how her mother once wrote to the TV weatherman in southeastern Iowa, where my grandparents farmed hundreds of acres of corn and soy, to explain to him that not everyone felt the same about a forecast of unending sunshine and would he please stop sounding so goshdarned chipper about it, anyway? So you see: Even the weather is subjective.
There was something I had in mind to say about writing, but already I’ve lost it inside my own storytelling, so I’ll say something else that comes to mind, because it’s one of those things that can really trip up an otherwise fantastic passage: Repetition. I find it all the time in my own work, even after I think it’s been expunged, and although there are times when it can work in one’s favor, I believe those times to be few and far between.
I’ll give you a small example, from yesterday’s piece.
His car was a Toyota Camry of a mid-90’s vintage; the right rear tire was nearly flat, the right headlight was missing, the accompanying fender crumpled beyond repair, and the entire car was covered in a layer of dust so thick I could see that he’d used his windshield wipers to facilitate the view from behind the driver’s seat. The car looked just pulled from long storage in a barn.
The repetition that troubles me in this passage is the word “car”; it appears three times in two sentences, which to my ears is at least one time too many. Indeed, maybe two times too many. Try this, instead:
His car was a Toyota Camry of a mid-90’s vintage; the right rear tire was nearly flat, the right headlight was missing, the accompanying fender crumpled beyond repair, and the entire vehicle was covered in a layer of dust so thick I could see that he’d used his windshield wipers to facilitate the view from behind the driver’s seat. It looked just pulled from long storage in a barn.
Yeah. I like that better. Small changes, but I find those are often the ones that make the biggest difference.
Oh, and now I’ve remembered what I’d originally intended to discuss. Someone wrote to me recently that they wished to have a greater vocabulary, that they feel as if their work is stymied by the lack of words at their immediate disposal. Now, I shall note at the outset that this person is already a phenomenal writer, which certainly bears on what I’m about to say, and I should probably also point out that it’s rarely a bad thing to have too many words at one’s disposal (although too much choice can be its own trap, that’s for damn sure). So for sure, dictionary, thesaurus, keep ‘em handy. They’re sort of like chainsaws, or firearms: They’re powerful tools, and they can be dangerous, but when used with a modicum of caution, they ain’t likely to hurt you too bad.
But what I said to this person, and what I really, really mean, and what I believe more and more with each passing day, is that the best writing is in many ways the plainest writing. It is writing that can be universally understood (or nearly so), in part because it speaks of universal truths, but also in part because it does not care to cloak those truths in the finery of fancy words.
I keep thinking about launching some sort of writing workshop, and I actually think I might get around to it one of these days. People have asked, I think it’d be fun, and that seems a good combination. In the meantime, however, I’ll just up and give away everything you need to know to write the pink off a pig: Speak the truth. And speak it plain.
24 thoughts on “Speak the Truth and Speak it Plain”
Read reliable sources. Don’t read into them. Right Ben?
Actually, I get pissed off when people use fancy words. I always wonder: what are they trying to prove? My native language is German, and although one of my American friends once told me that my vocabulary is more extensive than many native English speakers, I still get annoyed when I come across a complicated word in a sentence that would have been fine with a simpler word.
PS: Do the writing workshop! And do it online, so people can attend it from all over the world.
I have to confess that I’m mildly amused by a native German-speaker complaining about complicated words. 🙂 My husband is convinced that whenever Germans aren’t sure what word to use, they take about five that would work and just take out the spaces in between.
That’s so true! We Germans like to string a lot of words together. That’s partially why I don’t like speaking German any more… to much fluff!
I’ve heard that there’s a legitimate German word that has a triple-m (three m’s in a row) in it.
That gave me a good chuckle. Danke.
So long as you’re editing, “…he’d used his windshield wipers to facilitate the view from behind the driver’s seat.” Couple things about that: First, “…facilitate the view…”?? Seems like there’s plainer (and clearer)ways to say it. Second, is he driving from behind the driver’s seat?
(regardless of those quibbles, I like your portrait of him)
One more writing/editing/reading rule: You generally get what ya pay for;)
But worthwhile suggestions, nonetheless. Thanks
My pigs are black, which is why any writing I do will be a bloviating cacophony of lies. But it seems to me that truth is most often subjective anyway. So?
So it seems like it’s your level of consciousness that matters more than how you say what you say.
🙂 universal truths are hogwash anyway
Are you absolutely sure of that?? If you are, you have made an absolute statement, which itself implies the existence of absolutes.
you’re getting it
Sign me ON for any writing workshop you manage to work into your impossible schedule!
Yeah, “view from behind the driver’s seat” jarred with me too. “from the driver’s seat”? “from behind the wheel” ??. . . Everything else you say is true and so good. The simpler the better; you do that.
From CA, where the sunshine is nevernevernever-ending.
It was a typo. Started out as “behind the steering wheel” but for some reason I didn’t like that as much.
The stuff you read here is not professionally edited. Proceed with caution.
I once made the same complaint to the weather guys on the radio, That perky, celebratory tone with which they greeted each new day of drought was getting on my nerves.
Write it, then get it right. Isn’t that what professional writers such as yourself say?
BTW, did you folks ever plant any of those cone flowers seed heads that I sent to you last autumn? Just curious, as I saw that the cone flowers are in blossom around here.
Farmers around here like to talk about rain in 1/100th of an inch increments in their rain gauges.
Edit: you could change vehicle for shitbox and get rid of the last sentence. You obviously are a teacher.
Or you could alter that to “Speak the Truth and Speak It Well.” Some of the writers I admire most have tremendous vocabularies (Faulkner, Shakespeare, Thoreau), but it’s hardly a requirement. Ruth Stone used the words at hand. Launch a writing workshop! That’s a terrific idea.
Can totally relate to the overuse of a particular word. On reading through my 140,000 word novel, (unpublished), I realized that the word ‘realized’ had totally taken over almost to the point of loosing it’s meaning. The Thesaurus was located and put to good use, once again.
Ben: “….write the pink off a pig.” That’s a good one, I’m sticking it in the memory bank and hope it sticks! Appropriate plain speaking.