A Crack up at the Race Riots

"Writing Advice: by Chuck Palahniuk

In six seconds, you’ll hate me.
But in six months, you’ll be a better writer.

From this point forward—at least for the next half year—you may not use “thought” verbs. These include: Thinks, Knows, Understands, Realizes, Believes, Wants, Remembers, Imagines, Desires, and a hundred others you love to use.

The list should also include: Loves and Hates.
And it should include: Is and Has, but we’ll get to those later.

Until some time around Christmas, you can’t write: Kenny wondered if Monica didn’t like him going out at night…”

Instead, you’ll have to Un-pack that to something like: “The
mornings after Kenny had stayed out, beyond the last bus, until he’d had to bum a ride or pay for a cab and got home to find Monica faking sleep, faking because she never slept that quiet, those mornings, she’d only put her own cup of coffee in the microwave. Never his.”

Instead of characters knowing anything, you must now present the details that allow the reader to know them. Instead of a character wanting something, you must now describe the thing so that the reader wants it.

Instead of saying: “Adam knew Gwen liked him.” You’ll have to say: “Between classes, Gwen had always leaned on his locker when he’d go to open it. She’s roll her eyes and shove off with one foot, leaving a black-heel mark on the painted metal, but she also left the smell of her perfume. The combination lock would still be warm from her butt. And the next break, Gwen would be leaned there, again.”

In short, no more short-cuts. Only specific sensory detail: action, smell, taste, sound, and feeling.

Typically, writers use these “thought” verbs at the beginning of a paragraph (In this form, you can call them “Thesis Statements” and I’ll rail against those, later). In a way, they state the intention of the paragraph. And what follows, illustrates them.

For example:
“Brenda knew she’d never make the deadline. was backed up from the bridge, past the first eight or nine exits. Her cell phone battery was dead. At home, the dogs would need to go out, or there would be a mess to clean up. Plus, she’d promised to water the plants for her neighbor…”

Do you see how the opening “thesis statement” steals the thunder of what follows? Don’t do it.

If nothing else, cut the opening sentence and place it after all the others. Better yet, transplant it and change it to: Brenda would never make the deadline.

Thinking is abstract. Knowing and believing are intangible. Your story will always be stronger if you just show the physical actions and details of your characters and allow your reader to do the thinking and knowing. And loving and hating.

Don’t tell your reader: “Lisa hated Tom.”

Instead, make your case like a lawyer in court, detail by detail.

Present each piece of evidence. For example: “During roll call, in the breath after the teacher said Tom’s name, in that moment before he could answer, right then, Lisa would whisper-shout ‘Butt Wipe,’ just as Tom was saying, ‘Here’.”

One of the most-common mistakes that beginning writers make is leaving their characters alone. Writing, you may be alone. Reading, your audience may be alone. But your character should spend very, very little time alone. Because a solitary character starts thinking or worrying or wondering.

For example: Waiting for the bus, Mark started to worry about how long the trip would take…”

A better break-down might be: “The schedule said the bus would come by at noon, but Mark’s watch said it was already 11:57. You could see all the way down the road, as far as the Mall, and not see a bus. No doubt, the driver was parked at the turn-around, the far end of the line, taking a nap. The driver was kicked back, asleep, and Mark was going to be late. Or worse, the driver was drinking, and he’d pull up drunk and charge Mark seventy-five cents for death in a fiery traffic accident…”

A character alone must lapse into fantasy or memory, but even then you can’t use “thought” verbs or any of their abstract relatives.

Oh, and you can just forget about using the verbs forget and remember.

No more transitions such as: “Wanda remembered how Nelson used to brush her hair.”

Instead: “Back in their sophomore year, Nelson used to brush her hair with smooth, long strokes of his hand.”

Again, Un-pack. Don’t take short-cuts.

Better yet, get your character with another character, fast.
Get them together and get the action started. Let their actions and words show their thoughts. You—stay out of their heads.

And while you’re avoiding “thought” verbs, be very wary about using the bland verbs “is” and “have.”

For example:
“Ann’s eyes are blue.”

“Ann has blue eyes.”


“Ann coughed and waved one hand past her face, clearing the cigarette smoke from her eyes, blue eyes, before she smiled…”

Instead of bland “is” and “has” statements, try burying your details of what a character has or is, in actions or gestures. At its most basic, this is showing your story instead of telling it.

And forever after, once you’ve learned to Un-pack your characters, you’ll hate the lazy writer who settles for: “Jim sat beside the telephone, wondering why Amanda didn’t call.”

Please. For now, hate me all you want, but don’t use thought verbs. After Christmas, go crazy, but I’d bet money you won’t.


For this month’s homework, pick through your writing and circle every “thought” verb. Then, find some way to eliminate it. Kill it by Un-packing it.

Then, pick through some published fiction and do the same thing. Be ruthless.

“Marty imagined fish, jumping in the moonlight…”

“Nancy recalled the way the wine tasted…”

“Larry knew he was a dead man…”

Find them. After that, find a way to re-write them. Make them stronger.



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I need to go back to school.

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This is excellent advice.

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Excellent exercise, though as with all things, can be taken too far…

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Ontario born mutt longing to be up North again. Collecting things I find in my daily travels, I express them through my words and my photographs on this blog I share with you.

I just realized something. There hasn’t been one day where I haven’t thought about Dawson. I think about it everyday.


"He’s been canning all day."

"What a man."


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""theres so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and its too much, my heart fills up like a balloon thats about to burst and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worryyou will someday."
Kevin Spacey as Lester Burnham, American Beauty."


(I am not much of a writer anymore; it’s been a while so please forgive me).

As I end my summer in Dawson City, Yukon I believe this quotation sums up how I felt about the friendships I made and all the places I travelled to while I was living in a tiny town in Northern Canada.

I can say without a doubt that I’ve never smiled so much in my life and felt such freedom, acceptance, contentment and love for myself, for others, for the Earth, every creature that lives among it and the Universe. I am closing this chapter of my time in Dawson with a quote that is perfectly in tuned with my feelings. It took a little over a month for the realization to finally settle in. There were times where I was so happy and overwhelmed with excitement, gratefulness and awe to finally be in place I’ve always wanted to see that I started to tear up and my chest would almost…hurt (at this point I was on the verge of the heart/balloon bursting line in the quote).

Once the chest pain subsided and the tears dried up, I simply accepted my moments in Dawson for its raw beauty. Certain stunning moments stood out more then others and I’d like to share some with you. 
Every time I stood on the dome and looked over Dawson, or when I hiked in Tombstone for the first time, when I would dance with my girlfriends and laugh hysterically in the pit, when we laid on the Klondike and I watched (with influenced, dilated pupils) the moon gleam on one of the most beautiful girls I know, when a group of us picked blueberries along the top of the world highway, when I kissed someone in the pouring rain on our roof and never wanted it to end, when we would all be sharing laughs at work and helping each other get our jobs finished faster so we could have a pint at Peggy’s, when we would bike through the streets and stop to lie in the grass to watch shooting stars and the Northern lights, when I listened to rain drops on a tin roof while holding her and lying in her bed, when I stared up at the milky way and watched the seven sisters twinkle over Moosehide Slide hugging a close friend, and most importantly, when I was surrounded by silence. I’ve never realized how important silence is and how much more I enjoyed it when I found someone I was comfortable with in a mute environment. After experiencing a comforting silence with him and within my own self, every worry, every drama, every bad feeling or superficial relationships I had back in Ontario just melted away. Because of this town, I decided I was going to come back as a more enlightened person and make time for quiet moments as often as I could. I told myself I will do what I believe is right for me, grow more as a individual and help others when I could as long as they didn’t drain me of my new found feelings from Dawson. 

It is very humbling to find yourself in such a beautiful place and I am forever grateful for it. 
And if you are reading this in Dawson and you know me, I will see you in short 8 months.
Stay warm this winter and take care of yourself. I love you. And thank you.

Marina Osmond

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