Last Friday was the third birthday of my twin grandchildren, Thomas and Caroline. Not recalling what three-year-old children enjoy getting as a present, I asked my daughter, Jessica, what she thought the kiddos would like. She told me, “They like to play dress up. They also like to play with a plain cardboard box. So…”
I decided to go with something the kids could dress up as, rather than a plain cardboard box. I’d leave that for another time. I went to the internet and found firefighter outfits, complete with hard hat, fire extinguisher, and wait for it, a real siren.
On their birthday, my daughter posted photos and video of the kiddos in their firefighter coats and hats (on backwards) with the siren wailing. At the end of the video, the twins say, “Thank you, Grandpa Tom and we love you, Grandpa Tom.”
Yeah, it melted my heart. I wished I could have been there, but we’re still being Covid cautious.
Oh, and I apologized to my daughter and son-in-law for the sirens. I'm not sure I convinced my son-in-law that I'm being genuine.
Watching the kids enjoy themselves, it made me think how much I liked playing pretend when I was a child.
Is that why we enjoy writing? Because we get to play pretend?
At my last Advanced Creative Writing class of the year, I talked a little bit about a writer’s voice. It’s about the perception, not as the writer, but as the character.
People see the same scene, event, occurrence, but we all perceive it just a little bit differently from each other. When we write, we have to get inside our characters’ heads and tell the story from their point of view.
We’re pretending to be someone else.
We’re the the bold protagonist, complete with all his or her flaws, including, sometimes their skewed perceptions. On paper, we’re pretending to be as brave and as adventurous as they are.
We’re the unscrupulous and homicidal villain, complete with their deeply flawed perceptions. As we're writing them, we're as evil and cruel and twisted as they are.
When we’re writing, it’s not only okay to pretend, it’s our job. When we’re not writing, however, we are often still pretending, depending on where we are and who we're around. Are we the same person with our spouse that we are with our boss?
Are we the same person when we’re driving, and someone cuts us off and nobody can hear us cussing out the stupid driver who had just put us in danger? I hope not.
When we’re young, we love trying out different personas and pretending we’re explorers, pirates, cops, and firefighters. As we grow up, unless we become actors and actresses, we start to lose the joy of pretending, although we never really lose the ability.
For a time, I tried my hand at marketing and sales. I wasn’t a natural at it and I was uncomfortable trying to persuade someone to buy something they might not be interested in in the first place. I also hated the idea of being rejected and told no.
Which is really weird, because starting out as a writer, you have to be able to accept rejection gracefully. Over and over again.
So, in my head, I channeled Jack Nicholson. Before walking in to see a client, I asked myself, “How would Jack Nicholson handle this. What would he say and how would he say it?"
And then it was fun. Why Jack Nicholson? Jake Gittes from the movie Chinatown didn’t give a damn about rejection.
So, for me, writing is playing pretend. I get to be all kinds of different people. Getting to be my protagonist, Geneva Chase, is the most fun of all. She gets to say all the things that I may have in my head but could never say in real life. The lady is a real snarky, smart-ass.
This is my last posting before Christmas, so I’m going be genuine for a moment and take this opportunity to say have a wonderful and safe holiday. Cheers.
