Tips to Help You Write (Everything) Better

by Erica Francis

Writing is one of those professions or hobbies that can mean different things to different people. But regardless of the type of writing we do, there’s always room to improve.

Create The Right Environment

Every writer has a type of environment in which they work best. For some, this could be a busy coffee shop, while others might thrive in solitude. Most of us, however, tend to write from our homes. Make sure that your home puts you in the right position to keep your mind clear. A few things you can do to push negativity out of the air are to clean and keep your writing area as uncluttered as possible.

Identify Your Goals

You’ve likely heard of the SMART goal strategy before in terms of professional aspirations. Turn this to your writing as well, whether you write for a living or just for fun. Know what you want to get out of your time. This will help you strategize a plan on what to say, how to say it, and when it needs to be said.

Use Writing Tools

Surgeons need scalpels, construction workers need drills, teachers need books, and artists need canvases. The point is that for every endeavor, there are tools that make them easier and more enjoyable. Writers have a host of free and paid tools, including those that help you tweak your grammar, keep your projects organized, and let you jot down inspiration and information to save for later.

Quit Typing, And Start Dictating

If you find that you think faster than you type, consider ditching the keyboard in lieu of a headset. According to Philips SpeechLive, dictation is up to seven times faster than typing, meaning you can get more out of your head and into a document. This will make you more productive and, even better, less stressed since you don’t have to worry about forgetting something that never made it from your brain to your fingertips.

Understand Your Audience

No matter what kind of writing you do, you have an audience. Get to know them, and you’ll be able to write in a way that allows your message to come through loud and clear. Keep in mind that you can’t be all things to all people. If you’re a marketing copywriter, for example, your job is to be upbeat, positive, and persuasive. When you pen fanfiction, you must be creative, descriptive, and able to invoke emotions.

Take A Course

Still feeling stuck and working on a memoir? Take a course that helps you identify the beginning and end of your story as well as what your memoir needs and what it doesn’t. You’ll also have no trouble finding plenty of free and paid courses online that can help you build your grammar skills, learn how to manage time, or get organized.

Stop Overthinking

Overthinking isn’t necessarily the worst thing in the world you can do… unless there’s too much in your head to put onto paper. US-based Cleveland Clinic explains that overthinking can leave you jumping from one thing to the next and envisioning all of the ways that you’re making the wrong decision. Go with your gut. The worst-case scenario is that you go back and edit when your mind is clear.

Every word you write matters. When you want to refine your skills and make yourself a better writer, start by clearing out your home/workspace, which will also help you clear your head. This, along with the other tips above, can help you be a better writer, no matter what you choose to write.

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Two New Nebraska Writers Guild Anthologies

by David Kubicek

Stories from the HeartlandStories from the Heartland, the fifth volume of the Nebraska Writers Guild’s (NWG) annual Voices from the Plains series, was released the first week in December. The anthology contains short stories, poetry, flash fiction, nonfiction, novel excerpts, and memoirs written by NWG members.

My story “A Place of Their Own” is included in the short story section. I wrote this story for a writing workshop at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln (UNL) in the summer of 1976. The story is set in my first apartment. I polished the prose because I am, I hope, a much better writer now than I was 45 years ago. I also updated it, giving my characters cell phones and increasing the rent slightly. For instance, in the story Chris and Jennifer pay $100 a month for the apartment; when I lived there, I paid $67.40.  Why it was $67.40 is something known only to my landlord and God. Why not $65 or $70, or even $67 or $68. What was the 40 cents for?

The Kindle eBook of Stories from the Heartland is $3.99 and the paperback is $18.99. It can be purchased from Amazon and Barnes & Noble and may be available from other online dealers.  

Flashes from the PlainsAbout a week after Stories from the Heartland came out, the NWG released Flashes on the Plains, the organization’s first flash fiction anthology. For this collection, flash fiction–what we called short short stories in the olden days–are stories of 1,000 words or fewer. There are 18 stories in this book, which makes it no more than 18,000 words of fiction, which makes it a slim volume–67 print pages counting Margaret Lukas’s introduction but not counting the index of stories and authors.

I have two stories–“An Evening Stroll” and “Spare Parts”–in this anthology, and I wrote both of them in the spring of 2021. I called on my subconscious to write “An Evening Stroll”; by thinking about it intensely before I went to sleep at night, my subconscious turned it over while I slept, and when I woke up I had the story. Your subconscious can be a great tool if you put it to work.

The eBook of Flashes from the Plains is $1.99 and the paperback is $8.99, and it can be purchased from Amazon .

The NWG is one of the oldest continuous writers organizations in the United States. It was founded in 1925 and counts Mari Sandoz, Bess Streeter Aldrich, John G. Neihardt, and Willa Cather among its first members. 

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Cat and Dog Tales, Part I

by David Kubicek

I love animal cartoons, especially when they involve cats and dogs. Having been a pet human of several cats and dogs, I recognize that every good dog or cat cartoon is based on a truth about that particular animal’s personality. This is the first of two (or three?) character sketches of cats and dogs that I’ve known.

WHISKERS

Whiskers and ScooterWhiskers was a blue-eyed gray and white kitten who was given to us by someone who found him abandoned in an alley when he was five months old. We had a black Lab named Kabella, and we were told to separate the two of them for a while so they would get used to each other’s scents.

We used “toddler gates” left over from when our son was a toddler to block off doorways and keep the animals apart. Whiskers, as cats will do, ignored those boundaries–this is one of the cat character traits that gave rise to the old saying: “Curiosity killed the cat.” So those first few nights, my wife and I would be awakened often by a low growl coming from Kabella, who was sleeping on the floor beside our bed–Whiskers had jumped over the gate and was exploring the dog’s turf.

THE “GODFATHER” OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Whiskers survived those first crucial days and came to dominate the household. Once when I let Kabella out the back door at 6 a.m. to do her business, Whiskers was sitting in the garden courting a kitty who sat atop the six-foot wooden fence that surrounded the yard. Kabella saw the strange kitty and took off barking across the yard. The kitty leaped off the fence and was gone. Whiskers, annoyed, glanced over his shoulder at the charging dog.  When she came within range, Whiskers reached out calmly and swatted Kabella’s face. The dog stopped abruptly and was silent. She gave her head a quick shake, glanced around in confusion, and wandered off.

WhiskersKabella wasn’t hurt because Whiskers had no claws on his front feet. But Whiskers had delivered his message. He’d told the dog, in no uncertain terms, to chill out.

Being clawless on his front paws was not an inconvenience. Whiskers could easily and quickly scale the back fence. We would often see him sitting atop one of the posts surveying his territory. When he got tired of sitting he would jump down on the other side and go prowling about the neighborhood. He actually became the Lord of the neighborhood, the “Godfather” of cats, if you will–even other tough Tom cats bowed to his prowess. Despite his lack of claws, he could still catch mice and other small animals. After one successful hunt I learned that cats hold grudges.

One time I opened the back door to let Whiskers in and found a dead mouse lying at my feet. Whiskers looked like he would burst because he was so proud of the gift he’d presented to me. But unthinkingly, I spurned it. I threw it in the trash, and Whiskers walked around in a huff for the rest of the day.

A PILLAR OF STRENGTH

Whiskers on top of the cupboardIn the living room there was a ledge at the top of the stairs that led down to the basement. Whiskers liked to sleep on that ledge. One time in his sleep he rolled over and plummeted 15 feet to the basement floor. We rushed to the ledge in alarm and peered over the ledge. Whiskers was standing, looking around sheepishly. The only thing injured was his pride. Apparently, there is some truth to the old saying that cats always land on their feet.

Whiskers stayed strong and flexible until the end of his life. When he was 90 in human years, he could still jump up on the kitchen cabinet, and from there to the top of the refrigerator, and finally to the top of the kitchen cupboard where he would relax and survey his territory. I’d be ecstatic if I could jump up on top of the kitchen cupboard when I’m 90. I have little hope of that happening, though. It is a challenge for me now to climb up into the cab of an F-150 pickup truck.

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Planning is important, even for a Sure Thing

by David Kubicek

Halley's Comet
Halley’s Comet, May 5, 1910. Lowell Observatory, Flagstaff, Arizona

Years ago I learned that planning is important, even when a goal is far in the future, even when said goal seemed like a sure thing. To my utter chagrin, I had 20 years to plan and still got caught unprepared.

To understand how this catastrophe came about we have to go back to my high school years.

During junior and senior high school , I was an amateur astronomer. Although I’d been interested in space and space objects as early as elementary school, it was the appearance of the great comet Ikeya-Seki that stoked my passing interest in astronomy into a burning passion, and this passion is what stoked my interest in science fiction. I put a space picture on my short SF collection, Prospect Street, even though none of the stories deal with space. 

I went out searching for Ikeya-Seki, but because I didn’t know how comets really looked in the sky, I never managed to see it. It was supposed to be extremely bright, and it had a long tail, but it may not have been quite as noticeable as its pictures in Sky and Telescope magazine suggested.

To make a long story short, I missed the comet. But Halley’s Comet was coming in 21 years, and by that time I would know what to look for. Halley’s comet is a bright comet that has appeared reliably every 76 years dating back to ancient times (English astronomer Edmund Halley figured this out in 1682). Its appearance caused panic throughout history because people thought it portended disaster.

By 1987, when Halley’s Comet was at its brightest, I knew what a comet was supposed to look like in the sky. I was ready. Or I thought I was ready. Halley’s comet was supposed to be bright. It was supposed to be easily visible to the naked eye. Right?

Unfortunately, Halley’s Comet chose its 1986-87 return to be a dud.

Because the comet didn’t pass as close to Earth as it had on other visits, it was, I would estimate, between fifth and sixth magnitude, which is barely visible to the naked eye under optimal (very dark) conditions. Basically, the comet looked like a tiny pale white smudge against the night sky.

My brother, John, and his friend, Maureen, accompanied me to a country road way south of town (away from the city lights) for our viewing. We took my six-inch reflecting telescope, which had been stored in my parents’ attic  for 15 years. Unfortunately, because the mirror had not been maintained, it had become cloudy. We saw the comet, but not as crisp and clear as we would have if the mirror had been in pristine condition.

If I’d thought this through, I would have made sure the telescope was in tip top shape before I needed it; I would have resurfaced the mirror. But  I hadn’t expected to need the telescope. It was Halley’s Comet. The Halley’s Comet. The Big Honcho. The King of Comets. It should have blazed forth in all the glory of its previous visits.

To paraphrase an old saying, I should have hoped for the best, but planned for the worst.

This story has a happy ending, however. Although I was disappointed that Halley’s Comet was a dud that year, I did actually get a better view of it before it left our neighborhood of the solar system. A local astronomy group had set up some telescopes–well-maintained telescopes!–in Southeast Community College’s parking lot  before dawn, and John and I went out there to take a look.

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Voices From the Plains, Vol. IV, Released

Voices From the Plains IVby David Kubicek

The Fourth Volume of the Nebraska Writers Guild’s annual anthology was released in early December, 2020. The list price for the eBook is $3.99, the list price for the paperback is $16.99, and both versions are now available from Amazon

Voices From the Plains, Volume IV, features 42 authors and 75 creative works, broken down into the categories of poetry, essays, short stories, nonfiction, excerpts from novels, memoirs, and flash fiction. My story “It Gets Lonely on the Third Floor” is included in the short story section.

Voices From the Plains, Vol. IV, is dedicated to the memory of Cort Fernald, who passed away in 2020. Cort was a driving force behind the Voices from the Plains series.

One of the oldest continuous writers organizations in the United States, the Nebraska Writers Guild was founded in 1925 and counts Mari Sandoz, Bess Streeter Aldrich, John G. Neihardt, and Willa Cather among its first members. 

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Ghost Tales for Halloween

by David Kubicek

 

Here are a few ghost tales for Halloween. I’ve always been fascinated by true ghost stories.  I longed to see a real ghost but never quite reached that goal. I have, however, had some close encounters of the ghostly kind. These stories are true in the sense that the ghostly encounters happened to me or people I know.

The Ghost in the Library

The first was when I was very young–nine, ten, or 11. While my Dad was grocery shopping in the Havelock business district I went to check out the local library. It was an old, creaky-looking building–this was before the new branch was built.

I think my sister was with me, but I it was so long ago that can’t remember. When we got past the front door, there were some steps leading up to the library proper. We heard the clacking of a typewriter at the top of the stairs, but when we reached the top step, the sound stopped suddenly.

We peered around the corner, and no one was sitting at the desk. No one was in sight at all. That’s as far as we got with our explorations. We were out of there.

The Flasher

My next encounter was several years later, when I was in my late teens. It was Halloween night. After the trick-or-treaters had all gone home, I went for a walk. It was nearing the witching hour.

The streets were deserted. The light breeze swept dry leaves along the pavement, making scrabbling sounds like many tiny footsteps. In one intersection, was a pile of smashed Jack-o-lanterns, which I presumed some tricksters had collected from neighborhood doorsteps.

Then, as I was walking past a park, I saw a flash down among the trees. It was a big globe of blue light that expanded  and then disappeared. I decided to check it out, but it was moving, too.

I followed it for several blocks, and it always remained a couple of blocks ahead of me. Every time when I thought I had lost it and was about to turn  back, it would flash again, as if it had read my mind.

I never did catch the thing. It looked like the flash made by a flashbulb like the ones photographers used before they had electronic flash (in Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window, incapacitated photographer Jimmy Stewart uses flashbulbs to temporarily blind a murderous Raymond Burr).

The problem was, I was close enough and had followed the flash far enough and the terrain was well lit enough, that I should have been able to see a person operating the flash. But I saw nothing. Just a disembodied flash. And the only sounds I heard were the skeletal tree branches knocking together and the dry leaves scrabbling across the pavement like disembodied footsteps.

Murder on the Street Corner

Fast forward many years to when I was married. My wife, Cheryl, was into ghosts and horror as much as I. Her favorite author was Stephen King. We happened upon a copy of Alan Boye’s A Guide to the Ghosts of Lincoln and decided to visit some of the hot spots of paranormal activity.

One stop was a certain street corner on the south central side of town where it was said that a murder had been committed. The corner on which the poor wretch had died was supposed to be several degrees cooler than any of the other three corners of that intersection.

We stopped at the intersection and did an in-depth scientific experiment–we stood on each of the four corners to feel if the temperature dropped on any of them.

On the corner where the alleged murder took place, it was definitely cooler. We deduced that the drop in temperature may have been due to three of the corners being in direct sunlight, whereas the fourth, the one where we stood, had a shade tree.

Haunted University

Cheryl had a couple of ghostly encounters when she worked the late shift for the custodial department at the University of Nebraska–Lincoln.

The first was in the Temple Building, which housed the school of dramatic arts, where it was rumored that some workers had died during its construction. She was working on a lower floor one night when the building was supposed to be empty, and she heard sounds coming from one of the top floors. She followed the sounds up and up until she came upon a group of theater students who were rehearsing.

Her other encounter was in Love Library. She was a custodial leader then, and her team was spooked by sounds coming from the top floor late at night–things like high heels clicking down the tiled hall and doors opening and closing.

Cheryl heard these sounds, too, but when she went to investigate, no one was up there. No one that she could find, anyway. The top floor was deserted. Only empty desks and the book stacks. No sign of any recent human activity.

For additional reading check out Horror Stories for the Halloween Season and my very short horror story, “Unblinking Eyes”, which appeared last Halloween season in the online publication, Theme of Absence.

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American History Trivia: The Other First President

by David Kubicek

When I was in my mid-teens, I teamed up with my sister in a local radio station’s American history trivia contest to win a $40-assortent of fireworks for two years in a row. We also learned the identity of America’s other first president.

A local radio station ran a contest where the announcer would ask a trivia question about early American history, and the caller who had the right answer won an assortment of fireworks valued at $40–and in those days, $40 could buy a lot more fireworks than it can today.

Today, radio stations announce that the fifth caller, or the ninth caller, etc. will be given the opportunity to answer the question. But in those days, before radio stations got wise, they took the first caller.

I was probably 15 or 16, which would have made Maxine 10 or 11. When the radio personality announced that a question was coming up, I headed for the phone (there were no wireless phones in those days, either), and when the DJ started to ask his question, I dialed all but the final digit, having faith that we could pull the answer out of thin air.

The question was asked, and I dialed the final digit. I don’t remember how they phrased the question, but it was something like: “How did the settlers and the Indians [this was before “Native American” came into practice] refer to making peace?”

Both of our minds were blank. On the other end, the phone was ringing. So, under pressure, Maxine grabbed at the first thing she thought of: “Bury the hatchet!” That proved to be correct, and we collected our assortment of fireworks.

The following year, the question was: “Who was the first president born in the United States?” We were about to give the stock answer that every third grader knows: George Washington. But before I dialed the last digit, we pressed pause on that answer.

Washington was the first president, but he had been born in 1732 when the colonies were under British rule. The question was: “Who was the first president born in the United States.” In other words, who was the first president born after the colonies declared their independence in 1776.

Back in this primitive time not only did we not we have wireless phones, but we didn’t have Google. We did, however, have a crude predecessor of Google. It was called the World Almanac. 

Maxine looked up a list of presidents while I waited by the phone. I had hung up and would have to redial–another annoying thing about that era was that if you didn’t complete the number you were dialing in a certain amount of time, the system broke the connection, and it was dial tone city.

We were hoping that everyone who was calling in had not listened closely to the question, and they were triumphantly exclaiming “George Washington!” when the station answered. That evidently was what happened, because when I finally redialed–after what seemed an excruciatingly long time–no one had won the fireworks, so I gave what Maxine and I hoped was the right answer: Martin Van Buren, who was the eighth president but  the first to be born (in 1782) after the colonies had declared their independence.

That answer proved to be the one they were looking for, and we collected our second assortment of fireworks in as many years.

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Voices From the Plains, Vol. III

by David Kubicek

Voices From The Plains, Vol. 3

Voices From The Plains, Volume 3, the Nebraska Writers Guild’s annual anthology of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry–an annual publication from the Nebraska Writers Guild–was released earlier this month. The list price for the ebook is $3.99, the list price for the paperback is $16.99, and both versions are now available from Amazon.  Voices from the Plains, Volume III, features 48 authors–one of them with work under his/her real name and under a pen name.

There are:

  • Thirty-four poems
  • Three essays
  • Twenty-two short stories [including my own Twilight Zone-esque story, “The Last Bus”]
  • One nonfiction book excerpt
  • Five novel excerpts

All but two of the authors currently live in Nebraska.

One of the oldest continuous writers organizations in the United States, the Nebraska Writers Guild was founded in 1925 and counts Mari Sandoz, Bess Streeter Aldrich, John G. Neihardt, and Willa Cather among its first members. 

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Writing by Ear: Learn the Rules First, Then Break the Rules

by David Kubicek

writing by earWhen writing fiction you may sometimes you can break the rules of grammar, but first you must learn the rules. It is a process I call writing by ear.

Several years ago there was a game show, hosted by Jeff Foxworthy, called Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?  in which adult contestants tried to answer questions from first through fifth grade textbooks. The questions got harder as the contestants’ winnings grew.

My wife, Cheryl, kept pestering me to apply to be a contestant. I resisted mainly because I would have to fly out to LA on my own dime to be interviewed. I’d been to LA a couple of times so combining what was basically a temp job interview with a vacation in sunny southern California was not that enticing.

Cheryl thought I would be good at this game because all of my life I’d read a lot on a variety of subjects and my head was, in her words, “full of useless information.”

On the show, the contestants chose from several categories like grammar, math, astronomy, history, etc. When I told Cheryl the first categories I’d choose would be history and astronomy, she was surprised. She was sure that I, being a writer, would ace the grammar questions. Her amazement deepened when I told her that grammar was my weakest area.

In elementary school I learned proper names for phrases and parts of sentences and what you’re supposed to do and what you’re not supposed to do in composition. But I forgot most of the technical terms years and years and years ago.

What I did learn, before I forgot the grammar proper names and rules, was how to use the language to create an effect. As I learned to write, some things remained as ghosts of my early grammar lessons. I know what nouns and verbs are, of course, because they are a crucial part of a coherent sentence. I know what adjectives are, and I use them sparingly so they won’t detract from the effects I’m trying to create. And I try to avoid splitting infinitives, but sometimes the prose sounds more natural if I split the bloody thing.

I write by ear, which means putting the words down in an order that will sound best, or read best, to help create a desired effect in the reader’s mind. And sometimes that means not going strictly by the grammar rule book–but I learned the rules before I forgot them.

So quiz me on science, history, or even math, but I would fail miserably at grammar.

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Ray Bradbury, the Salvation Army, and I

by David Kubicek

“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”–Ray Bradbury

 

Fahrenheit 451The Martian ChroniclesThe Stories of Ray Bradbury

Forgive me for the tardiness of this tribute to visionary writer Ray Bradbury. I had intended to post it on the 99th anniversary of  his birth (Thursday, August 22), but my internet chose that day to have a spaz attack.

The Great Experiences

Ray Bradbury said there are three great experiences; the first is birth, the second is life, and the third is death. After a career spanning more than 70 years, he embarked on the third of those adventures on June 5, 2012, at the age of 91. For a while, on the 99th anniversary of his birth, Ray Bradbury was the top trending topic on Twitter, which means that lots and lots of people where tweeting about him–a rare thing for even a living writer.

Although Bradbury is most famous for his science fiction and fantasy, he also wrote horror, mystery/crime and mainstream stories, not to mention poetry, stage plays, teleplays and screenplays.

My Writing Mentor

Bradbury was my first writing mentor. I was an amateur astronomer during my high school years and devoured every book on astronomy at the local library. One day my mother gave me a paperback book she’d picked up in the 25-cent bin at the Salvation Army store. Since it involved space, she thought I might be interested, but she warned me that it was fiction.

That book was The Martian Chronicles, and I could not put it down. By the time I had finished reading it, I was determined to be a writer and write cool stories like Bradbury. My first step was to haunt the bookstores, the libraries and the paperback racks in drugstores until I had found and read every Bradbury book in print.

 My Study of Ray Bradbury

A few years later, at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln (UNL), I wanted to write a thesis about the influences of Bradbury’s early life on his writing. When searching for an advisor, I discovered something that amazed me–not everyone was a Bradbury fan, and the first few professors I approached turned me down.

The professor who finally agreed to supervise my work, Robert Bergstrom, had never read Bradbury before he agreed to take on the project, and our association continued long after the thesis was finished. Bob was a Beta Reader of my own fiction–including my novel In Human Form–for many years after I graduated.

The thesis took longer to write than I’d planned (about two years), and it was twice as long as it needed to be–I was required to write 40 pages but ended up with 80 because I had so much to say. In fact, years later, the editor of CliffsNotes mistook it for a Master’s thesis, so my credit on the CliffsNotes I wrote for Willa Cather’s My Antonia reads: David Kubicek, M.A., University of Nebraska.

Contacting My Mentor

I never met Bradbury, but in the few letters we exchanged, I found that he lived up to his reputation as a generous champion of budding writers . I was relieved–it can be a serious downer if one learns that one’s hero is a d*ck. We first made contact when I sent him a copy of my thesis. In the accompanying letter, I mentioned the dearth of information about him when I was doing my research.

Within a week I got a package from Bradbury. I was a little suspicious at first. I listened to it to see if it was ticking (I had said one or two things in my critique of his work that a writer might not be overjoyed to hear, but in my defense, I had tried to be objective). But it wasn’t a bomb–it was a copy of galleys for a book about Bradbury’s work that was scheduled for publication.

Curiously, my thesis–Ray Bradbury: Space Age Visionary–is listed on Amazon as “out of print–limited availability,” although it was, technically, never in print to begin with since only six photocopies had been distributed. My guess is that Amazon’s spider, while scrambling over the web, crawled up on the Special Collections cyber-pile at UNL’s Love Library, which had one of the six copies in circulation.

Bradbury’s Advice for Living

When I was researching my thesis, I came across this Bradbury quote in Writer’s Digest:

“I absolutely demand of you and everyone I know that they be widely read in every damn field there is; in every religion and every art form and don’t tell me you haven’t got time…! Stuff yourself with serious subjects, with comic strips and motion pictures and radio and music; with symphonies, with rock, with everything!”

Years later I realized that I had unconsciously followed his advice. I developed a great curiosity about many subjects, did lots of reading, listened to lots of different types of music, watched lots of movies, had lots of life experiences, etc. Every writer needs curiosity to properly explore the things he or she writes about, and I highly recommend that everyone–especially aspiring writers–follow Bradbury’s advice.

The Bradbury ChroniclesFor more about this amazing man, read The Bradbury Chronicles by Sam Weller, Ray Bradbury’s authorized biographer. I wish this book had been available when I was writing my thesis. Weller’s book is a great read and provides a wealth of information about a writer who has touched our imaginations and our culture. Every Bradbury fan should have this book in his or her collection. NOTE:  The hardcover edition was published several years before Bradbury’s death, but Weller has added a final chapter to the Kindle edition covering the author’s last years.

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