Every now and then I’ll take an hour or two to reflect on life, the universe and everything. This has been one of those evenings. Lives reflected in the soundtrack to “Almost Famous.”
“Walt I want to write.” “Walt I wish I could write as well as you.” “Walt, how do you do it?” Hardly a week goes by without someone making one of these comments. If you want my answer rent or buy the director’s cut of “Almost Famous.”
There’s a scene where Patrick Fugit as William Miller asks Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s character, Lester Bangs about what it takes to be a writer. Lester looks at the kid and says, “Just F***** write!” If there’s ever been a simpler more beautiful statement about how to become a writer, I’m not aware of it.
Just write. Write for yourself, write for your lover, write for your cat or write for generations unborn. Write as if no one will ever read your words. Write from the heart. Write from the head. Write something everyday even if you think your writing sucks like a Hoover. Get it down on the screen, or a note pad or on toilet paper, but get it down.
Be joyful in your failures relish your success. I promise, the passion or your words will be infectious.
Well, so much for reflections on a stormy night. Do yourself a favor, write something and send it to me.