| | Jason, I'm going to give you some advice that is totally heretical and would get me drummed out of any respectable Objectivist movement. Fortunately, Solo is not respectable.
Don't worry about exciting plots, great climaxes, compelling characters, et al. JUST WRITE! Write about anything you want to, in any form you want to. If you want to have two people talking -- or making love -- or attacking each other with bayonets -- do it -- and don't worry about what story it might or might not fit into. If you want to imagine a scene on a space colony a thousand years in the future, write it. If you'd like to describe a room you'd love to live in, describe it. If you're interested in trying to refute Kant's concept of the phenomenal world by showing what it would be like to live in it , do it. BUT WRITE. AND KEEP WRITING. If you possibly can, write every day, even if for only a hour.
Part of this -- the importance of writing every day -- is advice given by an interesting, and totally non-Objectivist writer named Carolyn See in her book about writing.
And let me tell you about Carolyn. She reviewed The Passion of Ayn Rand for the LA Times. Her review appeared on the front page of the Sunday Book Review Section, which was a coup for me. It was a mixed review, but predominantly favorable, and described the book as compulsively readable. So, of course, I was her slave for life. I happened to meet her later at a Book and Author luncheon in Los Angeles; we talked for a while, and exchanged books, which we both inscribed. The book of hers that she gave me was called "Golden Days."
"Golden Days" does not have a plot in a sense that Ayn Rand would recognize. It tells a story, however, a somewhat wandering and chaotic story. It does not have characters who are heroic in the usual sense, although some are heroic in rather different ways. When I was about half way through the book, it moved me so much that I started to cry. I mean sobs, not a trickle of tears. I kept reading, after putting a box of kleenex beside me, wiping away tears so I could see the pages. I wept without stopping until the end of the book, and then cried in earnest. They were not tears only of pain, they were mixed with a strange sort of exaltation. The book is a tragedy, with as agonizingly- life-affirming an ending as one can imagine. Someone wrote that Carolyn See's vision has "a crazy majesty," and indeed it does.
I was about to phone Carolyn to tell her my experience with her book, but I thought I'd better wait. Perhaps my reaction, which I did not fully understand, was only momentary, perhaps it had to do with some mood of mine and would not be permanent. I would wait two weeks, then read the book again. I waited two weeks. I read "Golden Days" again. I used up another box of kleenex. I phoned Carolyn.
My point in telling this long story is that there are all sorts and categories of novels. If you like the idea of the Randian view of fiction, great. It's a superb view, which has produced many great novels, including her own. So aim for that. But if you're not entirely comfortable with it, then keep writing until you find the form with which you are comfortable. But don't start out by putting yourself into a straitjacket of "shoulds" and "musts" and "this is right" and "this is wrong." JUST WRITE. THEN WRITE. THEN WRITE SOME MORE.
Barbara
By the way, you -- all of you -- may or may not like "Golden Days," if you should read it. Some of you may find that form of fiction not to your taste at all. Some of you may react as I did. BOTH ARE OKAY.
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