Helga’s Post # 99 — This question is always a matter of debate among writers everywhere. I too have been fascinated with it for as long as I have been writing. I would love to learn how writers, and especially successful authors, start out. What provoked them to go from mandatory school assignments to voluntary writing later in life? What compels them to follow the call, to take on the kind of writing that grows into a burning need, before anything else, before career choices, financial considerations, and lifestyle. Writing that inevitably involves sacrifice of one kind or another.
My first impulse in the past was to believe that writers are made. It might be as simple as a trigger in early life that propels the child into the writing sphere later. A tiny spark, that if kindled and nurtured, turns into a fire that can’t be doused.
Is that what makes a writer? Opinions are divided, as you will see from some quotes below from one famous author.
The question came to me again after fellow writer Joe’s last post, Writing a Story Like an 8 Year Old. Joe, proud stepfather, posted a copy of a story his ‘youngest’ brought home from school. It got me thinking again about the issue of how writers become writers and authors. I would not be surprised if Joe’s ‘youngest’ will become a writer. Here’s why. It’s obvious, his stepdad is proud, as he should be.
Ah, praise! Much under-rated, and not applied often enough. It’s a powerful tool to develop talent, to nurture a budding writer. I am sure ‘youngest’ received lots of praise, and praise begets pride and confidence. Praise may just be that trigger, that tiny spark that will channel his interest in the direction of writing. It might not be obvious to him for some time, perhaps years, or it may happen sooner. Now that he’s had the sweet taste of success it could well spill over into more achievements as he matures.
Something similar happened to me when I was a kid. Come to think of it, I too was at that age. Grade two if I remember correctly. Our December assignment was to write an essay titled ‘The First Snow’. It was one of my first essays. To my huge surprise, even disbelief, I was awarded an ‘A’, but the icing on the cake was the teacher’s announcement that my essay was best in class. She then proceeded to read it to the class. My words read out loud by a teacher!
All to say, that did it. I was caught like a fly in a spider’s web. That tiny achievement roused my passion for writing and of course reading that never left me. ‘Book worm’ my mother would scold me when I read with the flashlight after lights were turned out. My dad had the great idea that I should learn typing. I was twelve at the time. My Christmas present that year was a Remington portable typewriter. I was delighted and once I mastered touch-typing (a surprisingly easy task at that age), I produced one short story and essay after another, limited only by the availability of paper – which was in short supply at the time.
But my dad’s reason for gifting me the Remington was different. He wanted to prepare me for my future ‘career’ as a typist, to work in an office, and perhaps if I was really good, become a secretary. Lofty inspirations, but understandable in the context of the lean post-war years in Europe. His advice, which he fostered by contacting his contacts in the civic government of Vienna, was to get a typist job in the department responsible for funerals (a nationalized industry at that time). His logic? You will never be out of a job, he said, no matter what happens.
Not so fast. I immigrated to Canada instead. Graduated from university in my adopted country. Kept my love for books throughout my professional career, although writing in earnest would have to wait a while. But once stricken, as I was early on with my first essay, one can never walk away from it.
Back to the question: Are writers born or made? I found transcript of an interview between Writers Digest and Canadian author Jack Kerouac (author of On The Road) from 1962. Here are some excerpts.
“There can be no major writer without original genius. Artists of genius, like Jackson Pollock, have painted things that have never been seen before.”
“Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it’s that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through—originality.”
“Five thousand university-trained writers could put their hand to a day in June in Dublin in 1904, or one night’s dreams, and never do with it what Joyce did with it: He was simply born to do it. On the other hand, if the five thousand ‘trained’ writers, plus Joyce, all put their hands to a Reader’s Digest-type article about ‘Vacation Hints’ or ‘Homemaker’s Tips,’ even then I think Joyce would stand out because of his inborn originality of language insight.”
“Anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just ‘talents.’ Hemingway later invented his own form also. The criterion for judging talent or genius is ephemeral, speaking rationally in this world of graphs, but one gets the feeling definitely when a writer of genius amazes him by strokes of force never seen before and yet hauntingly familiar.”
“Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Born writers of the future are amazed already at what they’re seeing now, what we’ll all see in time for the first time, and then see imitated many times by made writers.”
So here you have it. The question remains unresolved. Are writers born or made? Made or born? We discussed the issue over dinner. My husband believes writers are definitely born, not made. He doesn’t buy the theory of the ‘spark’ suddenly igniting a young person’s writing future. Rather, that spark could not have happened if the youngster did not already have it in him. To write that first successful piece is the result of inherent genius. Not every one born with it will pursue it, and that’s where encouragement and praise will play a part. But a writer is born, period.
I argued in favor of writers being made not born. But I’m not so sure now. The jury is still out. Just Google the question and you see what I mean. The debate rages on and may do so forever.
What is your take on this?