Growing as a Writer


If you’re going to be a writer, I mean really take this writing thing seriously, you’ve got to continue to grow. Purposely. Planned out. Find ways to get better. Read books (not just for pleasure, but to see what other writers do), comb through writing books and Writer’s Digest, try stuff, take risks. The alternative is to stagnate, and who wants that? In any endeavor?
I thought about this recently as I watched some of John Wayne’s early movies via inexpensive (translation: cheapie) DVDs. John Wayne was not John Wayne when he started out. (Actually, his real name was Marion Morrison. How long would he have lasted with that moniker?)
After working as an extra for a couple of years, this former USC football player was, at age 22, plucked from obscurity  by director Raoul Walsh for a big budget Western, The Big Trail (1930). The movie flopped, and Wayne spent the next nine years making low budget westerns for studios on what was called “Poverty Row” in Hollywood.
The poorest of these studios was an outfit called Lone Star. Here is where we see John Wayne trying to find himself as an actor. It was a hard search, especially when he was stuck in such poorly written, clunkily acted, one hour oaters. Pictures like Riders of Destiny  (1933), where he was billed as Singin’ Sandy. (That’s right. John Wayne as a singing cowboy! Only his singing was dubbed – badly – as Wayne pretended to play the guitar – badly.)
Wayne’s acting here was wooden and uncertain. The only direction he seemed to get was to smile a lot, and that got a tad creepy. This was one forgettable actor.
But by 1936 he had moved one notch up, to Republic Pictures. In Winds of the Wasteland, for example, he seems like a different actor. Here is the real John Wayne. His acting is understated and sure. He’s even started walking that famous walk.
What happened? Wayne made a decision to grow, to get better. A lot of credit for that apparently goes to the legendary stuntman, Yakima Canutt, a real “man’s man” back in the day when that was an okay thing to be. Wayne copied Canutt’s low, confident way of speaking, and his walk. And he stopped smiling all the time.
Wayne was also befriended by an old character actor named Paul Fix, who gave Wayne acting tips, including the admonition not to furrow that famous brow so much.
The results were promising. Wayne learned. He grew.
Still, Wayne would probably have remained a B actor all his life (maybe he would have had a TV show like Hopalong Cassidy in the 1950s) had it not been for his friendship with John Ford. When the famous director wanted to make a Western in 1939 called Stagecoach, he got resistance (Westerns weren’t in vogue). When he insisted that Wayne play the Ringo Kid, he got turned down flat. But Ford wouldn’t budge, and eventually put a deal together with an indie producer. His going to bat for Wayne was what made him a star.
            Wayne as the Ringo Kid in Stagecoach

But Wayne didn’t stop there. Though he never would be mistaken for Brando or Olivier, he did reach down for extra in movies like Red River (1948), She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949), Sands of Iwo Jima (1949, Academy Award nomination), The Searchers (1956), True Grit (1969, Academy Award for Best Actor) and The Shootist (1976), his very last film.
And of course, John Wayne became an icon, still ranking as a favorite movie star worldwide.
So, if you want to make a mark as a writer, you grow. Consciously. That doesn’t bring any guarantees. John Wayne himself needed a couple of lucky breaks to get to the heights he enjoyed. But he made himself ready, as you should.
So, do you have a plan in place to improve your writing? For the rest of your writing life? If you don’t, why not start now? (If you need some nudging in that area, I have some suggestions for you in my book, The Art of War for Writers.)
What’s your plan?
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9 thoughts on “Growing as a Writer

  1. Fascinating story, and filled with applications for writers trying to work their way up the ladder. Have you ever considered putting together all these Hollywood and LA stories (I’ve heard you tell several) into a…oh, I don’t know…maybe a book?

  2. If you ever find yourself in Winterset, Iowa (it’s in Madison County, where they have those famous bridges), be sure to stop by John Wayne’s birthplace. I was there ten or twelve years ago, and it’s your classic midwestern small town, where the teater on the town square then was playing The Bridges of Madison County ’round the clock.

    Anyway, there’s a museum in the little house where Marion Michael Morrison (John Wayne) was raised, and I found it fascinating. Three cool facts I learned:

    1. Apparently young Marion and his dog Duke were inseparable. The people of the town reffered to them as Big Duke and Little Duke. Marion was LIttle Duke.

    2. The eye patch he wore as Rooster Cogburn in True Grit is on display, and it has little holes in it so he could have enough depth perception to to move around and ride his horse.

    3. (And this is the coolest, I think) The Winchester rifle he uses in the famed shootout in the climax of True Grit is the same rifle that he used in Stagecoach. In fact, if I recall properly, he used the same holster rig and .45handgun in every Western he did.

    JOhn Gilstrap
    http://www.johngilstrap.com

  3. So, James, you are saying to practice by writing a bunch of books to learn your craft and then become friends with a big-time editor at a major house and you’ll get published?

  4. When I was a kid they replayed all those old John Wayne et al movies on a Saturday afternoon show called “Saturday Matinee”. That experience over my childhood ended creating a similar set of memories to those my Grandfather had from his own childhood. You just triggered a flood of reminisence Jim. Thanks.

    As far as getting known for your work, I’ve been understanding more and more that this is just the fact of life. Unless you get really lucky to make friends with someone in the business, or be right place/right time, it simply takes work, work, labor, and work. And there be the core…or the corpse if your not quick enough.

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