My Top 5 Writers to Study for Style

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Google has failed me. I cannot for the life of me track down who said this, or indeed, to check whether I’m even remembering the wording correctly, but I swear to you that someone, somewhere once said, “Read good books and good books will come out of you.” (If you happen to find the attribute for that quote, by the way, please leave a comment!)

There is a connection between what you consume and what you produce.

I believe that, by nature, humans are imitative beasts. Isn’t this the whole “monkey see, monkey do” thing?

Well, if you’re like me, you learn by example. So if you’re like me, always trying to improve upon your style in order to share a story in the most vivid way possible, with words that will inspire and astound, then I suggest you make yourself comfortable with copying.

Or, if “copying” insults your moral sensibilities, we’ll say “imitate.”

Imitation isn’t just flattery, it’s necessary

Elizabeth Gilbert, author of the now-iconic memoir Eat Pray Love, also wrote one of my favorite books on the creative process: Big Magic. If you haven’t read it already and are a creative type, please do yourself a favor and read it.

In her section on “Persistence,” Ms. Gilbert says this about Learning:

Generally speaking, the work did go badly, too. I really didn’t know what I was doing. I felt sometimes like I was trying to carve scrimshaw while wearing oven mitts. Everything took forever. I had no chops, no game. It could take me a whole year just to finish one tiny short story. Most of the time, all I was doing was imitating my favorite authors, anyhow. I went through a Hemingway stage (who doesn’t?), but I also went through a pretty serious Annie Proulx stage and a rather embarrassing Cormac McCarthy stage. But that’s what you have to do at the beginning; everybody imitates before they can innovate.

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert, page 142

I highlighted that line in my copy: “That’s what you have to do at the beginning; everybody imitates before they can innovate.”

Imitating your favorites is part of the learning process. It just is.

Experimenting allows you to see what works for you and what doesn’t. When you imitate, you instinctively change things that don’t work for you and substitute things that do. The more you do this, the closer and closer you get to your own voice.

The good thing here? You can write like J.K. Rowling or Stephen King or whoever floats your boat. That doesn’t mean you’re going to get published sounding like J.K. Rowling or Stephen King. By the time you go through the whole process of drafting a book, revising a book, polishing a book, pitching a book, selling a book, then editing a book, it will look completely different from when you first started with a ripped off first line.

So write like the ones who inspire you!

My favorite writers (for style study)

I separate writing from storytelling.

Storytelling is the plot stuff, the character stuff, the things you tell people when they ask what the book you’re reading is about.

Writing, on the other hand, is the style stuff. It’s the voice stuff. It’s the “wow this feels like magic” stuff.

These two things, of course, go hand in hand. Bad writing can absolutely ruin a brilliant story and no amount of talented writing can save a crappy story.

So when I have the story part of it but I’m struggling with the writing part of it (which, let’s be honest, is always the case for me), here are the writers I turn to for inspiration and guidance:

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater

Far and away one of my all-time favorite books, Maggie Stiefvater puts words together in ways I never would have thought of. Her images are evocative and atmospheric, creating the aesthetic of the island of Thisby from the first page.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is all the colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. I watch the ever-changing patterns in the sand as it’s pummeled by countless hooves.

They run the horses on the beach, a pale road between the black water and the chalk cliffs. It is never safe, but it’s never so dangerous as today, race day.

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater, page 1

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor

I didn’t appreciate Laini Taylor’s writing as much when I read Daughter of Smoke and Bone, but when I read Strange the Dreamer, it took my breath away with its swift, concise images. Laini Taylor paints her world behind my eyelids, I swear.

On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.

Her skin was blue, her blood was red.

She broke over an iron gate, crimping it on impact, and there she hung, impossibly arched, graceful as a temple dancer swooning on a lover’s arm. One slick finial anchored her in place. Its point, protruding from her sternum, glittered like a brooch. She fluttered briefly as her ghost shook loose, and torch ginger buds rained out of her long hair.

Later, they would say these had been hummingbird hearts and not blossoms at all.

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor, page 1

Broken Things by Lauren Oliver

I’ve read several of Lauren Oliver’s books now, but despite how I’ve enjoyed each of them, I don’t own any of her books. When the paperback of Broken Things releases next week, I’m going to go get my copy because the opening chapter blows me away every time.

Five years ago, when I had just turned thirteen, I killed my best friend.

I chased her down and cracked her over the head with a rock. Then I dragged her body out of the woods and into a field and arranged it in a center of a circle of stones I’d placed there with my other friend, Mia. Then we knifed her twice in the throat and five times in the chest. Mia was planning to douse her body with gasoline and light her on fire, but something went wrong and we bolted instead.

Broken Things by Lauren Oliver, page 4

A Snicker of Magic by Natalie Lloyd

I either read somewhere or was told that besides being a novelist, Natalie Lloyd is also a poet. Even if I misheard or misremembered, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if it were true because Natalie Lloyd’s prose is nothing short of poetic.

“They say all the magic is gone up out of this place,” said Mama.

She looked straight ahead as she drove, past the white beam of our headlights, deep into the night, like she could see exactly what was up ahead of us. I could see anything, though: not a house, not a store, not even an old barking dog. A big fat moon, pale white and lonesome-looking, was our only streetlight. I watched the way the moonlight painted her profile: the dark shadows under her cheekbones, the tight pull of her mouth. I didn’t need to see her eyes to know how they’d look: sky blue and beautiful. Full of all the sadness in the world.

A Snicker of Magic by Natalie Lloyd, page 1

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

When I first learned I’d have to read The Hobbit for my Fantasy Classics class this past spring semester, I was a little nervous. I’d tried reading it in high school and was bored to tears ten pages in. But reading The Hobbit as an adult, I was pleasantly–well, nothing short of astounding, really. (Plot twist: I did not enjoy The Fellowship of the Ring hardly at all. I struggled hard with the writing in that one.)

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, page 3

Your favorites are not my favorites

I highly recommend that you compile a list of books whose writing style inspires you, even if you didn’t necessarily like the storytelling. Usually, these two things will go hand in hand as I said before, but not always. For example, since Lauren Oliver doesn’t really write the kind of high fantasy stories I prefer, I read her mostly for her exquisite writing style. (Though that’s not to say I don’t enjoy the stories while I’m reading. Broken Things was particularly engrossing.)

This is a very personal exercise because there is no one standard of excellence: it is all subjective, and what appeals to me will not necessarily appeal to you. I place a very high premium on writing styles that use longer sentences and create atmospheric images. But you may prefer something punchier, with more interjections from the main character acknowledging the presence of the reader. Find what works for you and don’t let anyone make you feel embarrassed about it.

What to do when you’ve got your favorites

This is when having an English degree pays off, let me tell you. But you don’t have to have a degree in English Lit to be able to analyze your own feelings and responses to a book.

I very much recommend that you start reading with a pencil in hand. When I read a book, I keep a pencil nearby and when the writing is particularly grabbing, I underline the sentence/phrase/paragraph that caught me.

Obviously exercise restraint if you’re reading a library book or someone else’s copy or if it’s a book you’re planning on selling soon.

Pay attention to what grabs you and start putting those structures into your own writing.

Deliberately write a short piece in the style of one of your favorite writers. No one has to see it. Just write it and see what happens, how it feels. You’ll learn what works for you and what doesn’t: take what works, abandon what doesn’t.

And don’t be afraid that you won’t find your own voice. Trust me. You will. You just have to stick with it.

I’ll leave you with this:

It’s a simple and generous rule of life that whatever you practice, you will improve at. For instance: If I had spent my twenties playing basketball every single day, or making pastry dough every single day, or studying auto mechanics every single day, I’d probably be pretty good at foul shots and croissants and transmissions by now.

Instead, I learned how to write.

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert, page 143
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Saturday Check-in: pre-deadline burnout

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Hello there my fellow story seekers!

I’ve never successfully been one of those writers who wrote every day. I’ve tried many, many, many times over the years. (If you’re looking to write every day, by the way, and have more confidence in yourself than I do, I highly recommend checking out the #WriteChain Challenge.) I don’t know what it is. Except I kind of know what it is. It’s a combination of two things:

  • fear of the blank page (aka writer’s block), and
  • burnout

Writing every day isn’t a sustainable creative practice for me. I have to be able to go a few days without even having to think about writing; days-long stretches where I don’t even have to write a sentence.

How I combat burnout with my current writing schedule

During the semester, I don’t have the luxury of waiting for when the mood hits me to write. For my MFA program this semester, I’m expected to produce upwards of 45 pages a month. This is a huge number for me. (Although I must say I’m becoming more and more comfortable with it.)

So I took a 9-to-5 model to my writing. Monday thru Friday, I block out two hours in the afternoons to write. And I only work three weeks of the month (allowing one week to rest while I wait for feedback on my previous submission.) So for three weeks, I have a goal to write roughly 900 words Monday thru Friday.

This way, I get my work done and I don’t feel the continually mounting pressure to keep up an unbroken writing streak.

That being said…

I struggled hard toward the end of this last session. I came up to my deadline like

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So even though I’d paced myself, making myself write almost 5,000 words a week challenged me. But like any kind of strength training, it’s going to be sore and stiff after the first few times. Next month, my mindset will be changed by the experience of this month and I’ll be stronger than before.

What I’ve read this week

  • A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle
  • Matilda by Roald Dahl
  • The Memory House by Linda Goodnight (for school)
  • The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The rest of the books in the readathon

Okay, since I started this little endeavor to read all the unread books on my shelves, I’ve read six books. Do you know how many books I bought Thursday at the bookstore? Six.

So here’s the updated list:

  1. Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
  2. Series of Unfortunate Events: The Reptile House by Lemony Snicket
    Series of Unfortunate Events: The Wide Window by Lemony Snicket
  3. Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
  4. Milkwood by Jerry Spinelli
  5. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle
  6. A Wind in the Door by Madeline L’Engle
  7. Matilda by Roald Dahl
  8. Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl
  9. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
  10. Under Sea, Over Stone by Susan Cooper
  11. The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper
  12. Jacob Have I Loved by Katherine Paterson
  13. Stardust by Neil Gaiman
  14. The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne Valente
  15. The Dark Tower by Stephen King
  16. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
  17. The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
  18. Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis

And those are just all the books under 250 pages 🤦‍♀️ Now you see why it’s dangerous for me to be left alone in a bookstore with my credit card? And to have a Half Price Books around the corner from my house? Joseph Beth, Half-Price Books–I blame you.

Blog Recap

I posted my first craft review! Check out my review (half reader reaction, half craft essay) of Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume.

I hope to do short reviews of all these books I’m reading, at least when I learn something about writing from them.

I hope y’all have an enjoyable weekend!

Review: Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume

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Margaret Simon likes long hair, tuna fish, the smell of rain, and things that are pink.

She’s just moved from New York City to the suburbs and is anxious to fit in with her new friends. They swear they’ll tell each other everything–first bras, first kisses, first periods–everything. But some things are just too private to talk about, even with your friends, and especially when you’re the new girl. Lucky for Margaret, she’s got someone else to confide in . . . someone who always listens.

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I don’t remember when I first heard the name Judy Blume. It was likely in context of Meg Cabot and Babysitter’s Club because those things seem to go together and as fantasy-laden as my life has always been, none of those things were likely to come to me one at a time, but instead bundled like a three-pack of brightly packaged travel-sized Kleenex.

I read Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume last year after having seen the movie trailer for it and, separately, coming to the conclusion that, being a reader, I should be able to tell people “As a matter of fact, I have read Judy Blume.” So I read Tiger Eyes. I thought it was cute, a bit heart-breaking, quite relatable for the most part, but very short, practically truncated.

I felt the same sense here. I got to the end of the book and went, “Wait, it ends there?!” I felt like there was so much more of the story to be told! How could Blume have stopped there, right when so much of the drama was just getting started?!

“It was the 70s, Jean,” y’all are whispering to me. I know, I know. But I was really enjoying the story, connecting with Margaret as she was rapidly descending into the infernal vat of hormones that is the hallmark and indeed, crowning glory of teenagerhood.

But let’s talk about the craft of the thing.

Using Epigraphs to Reinforce Theme

Judy Blume tackles a lot of themes for a 150-page novel: school stress, attraction, body image, friendship, family, and religion. The last one is the one that rang out the loudest for me as I read because it’s where we find the title embedded: at the beginning (or end) of each chapter, there’s a short epigraph where Margaret voices her troubles to God and they all start off with, “Are you there, God? It’s me, Margaret.”

I like that these were separated out instead of being sprinkled throughout the chapter. It gave a pulled-back view of what was going on with Margaret before and after a particular event. It’s a more intimate peek inside her psyche than what a scene may give us.

Judy Blume takes full advantage of the consistency of these epigraphs. They come before and/or after every single chapter. Until–

Grandmother smiled at last and gave a small laugh. “So Margaret is Christian!” she announced, like we all should have known.

“Please . . .” my mother said. “Margaret could just as easily be Jewish. Don’t you see–if you keep this up you’re going to spoil everything.”

“I don’t mean to upset you, dear,” Grandmother told my mother. “But a child is always the religion of the mother. And you, Barbara, were born Christian. You were baptized. It’s that simple.”

“Margaret is nothing!” my father stormed. “And I’ll thank you for ending this discussion right now.”

[. . .]

I was never going to talk to God again. What did he want from me anyway? I was through with him and his religions! And I was never going to set foot in the Y or the Jewish Community Center–never.

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume

From this moment on, the epigraphs stop. It’s like a resounding thud sounds through the story and I could feel the absence as I read, the lack of deeper insight into Margaret’s worries and doubts. But the pain of this loss connected me deeper with Margaret because I was missing that connection to her just as she was missing her connection to God.

Is that not clever or what?

Have you read Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret? And how old were you when you read it?*

*= I can already tell you that I would not have appreciated this book as a kid. I think it may have freaked me out. (I was an extremely innocent child.)