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The new one

(apologies to the great Mike Birbiglia for borrowing his title)

So … I have a deal to write a new book.

We actually signed the paperwork a few weeks ago, but I wanted to wait until after the holidays before I said anything in public. Now it’s time to make the announcement. Would you like to guess? I promise you, we could sit here all day and you’d never guess.

My next book is going to be about…

The Westminster Dog Show.

Yep: My first book was a pour-your-guts-out memoir about my lifelong struggle to lose weight. This book involves a lot of hanging out with dogs. It’s a bit of a departure.

Here’s how it happened: I had pitched a couple of ideas to my fantastic editor, Jofie Ferrari-Adler, who now co-runs his own imprint called Avid Reader Press as part of Simon & Schuster. Jofie was lukewarm on the ideas I pitched him, which is fine and a normal part of the publishing business. I was trying to figure out what to pitch next, and he suggested that I just send him a big batch of ideas, so he could help me get a sense of which one might make the best book.

So I sent him 20 ideas.

Some of them were two or three paragraphs. Others were a few sentences. But idea number 19 was just this:

Westminster. I don’t have a brilliant idea here except to say that nobody
has ever done a great book on the Westminster Dog Show and it’s about
fucking time.

Jofie and his colleagues liked several of the ideas, and my agent, Sloan Harris, chimed in with his favorites. As we kept talking, and the Westminster idea floated to the top, I fleshed it out a little more:

The dog show is a fascinating little world — the owners and trainers and judges trying to determine the perfect version of all these different breeds, and the amazing and wonderful dogs parading around the floor of Madison Square Garden, oblivious to pretty much everything except the treat in the trainer’s hand.

What I really like about it is the contrast to the way we think about dogs in the regular world. Show dogs are judged for how closely they fit the ideal version of the breed. Regular dogs, we love for their quirks — the weird way they eat, or how their ears are different sizes, or how they always turn three circles before settling down to bed. But there’s overlap, too: Even the best show dogs have their own little weirdnesses, and somehow even the mangiest mutt can give off a flash of royalty.

People and dogs have been partners for tens of thousands of years. What do we get out of that relationship? What do they get out of it? It made me want to go find out — not just to Westminster and other dog shows, but to meet scientists and poets and other people who have thought hard about that deep connection between our dogs and us.

So the book will be about the dog show … but, I hope, also a lot more than that.

In some ways, this is a return to what I’m used to. My memoir was a bit out of step for me — I’m more used to writing about other people. There’s nothing about my work that I love more than diving into a new world, learning about it, and coming back to tell the tale.

I’m headed to New York in a few weeks for Westminster 2020, to dive into that world, and I can’t wait.

I’ll post a few updates along the way, but probably not many — I like to keep things fairly close to the vest while I’m working. But I suspect I’ll post some dog photos here and on my Instagram feed from time to time. And if everything goes well, in a couple of years, we’ll have a book.

The kicker: My wife and I just acquired a cat. But that’s a story for another time.

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While I have your attention … the paperback of “The Elephant in the Room” comes out NEXT WEEK — Jan. 14, although feel free to go ahead and preorder. I’ll be doing a short book tour over the next couple of weeks — if you’re in Charlotte, Athens, Atlanta, Nashville, Auburn, or Litchfield Beach, S.C., come say hey. I’ve already got a few more dates lined up for spring and even into the fall.

This book-writing life is such a gift for me — I always wanted to do it, but never knew if I’d get a shot. To be able to write a second book … well, I’m doubly blessed. Thanks to all of you for buying books, not just mine, but anyone’s. See you on the road.

— TT

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Bourdain on writing with no time to think

Like a lot of you, I’m guessing, I binged on Anthony Bourdain over the weekend after hearing of his suicide on Friday. I Netflixed a few episodes of his show “Parts Unknown” and read a bunch of tributes. Two of the tributes stood out to me – one from my friend Kathi Purvis on the Bourdain she met and corresponded with, and Spencer Hall on why it meant something for Bourdain to visit, and love, the Waffle House.

I also went back and read the New Yorker piece that catapulted him out of the kitchen and into the world of books and TV. It was better than I remembered. I tried to read one of his books a few years ago – “A Cook’s Tour,” I think – but there was a dismissive edge to it that turned me off. From all accounts, including his own, Bourdain became kinder and more earnest as he got older. His blade could still cut, but he didn’t wave it around the way he did as a younger man.

In the middle of all that weekend reading, I came across an interview he did on NPR a couple years ago. Toward the end, he talks about writing “Kitchen Confidential,” the book that came out of that New Yorker piece. As he talked about it, he said something about writing that rang true:

One of the hardest things about writing is just letting yourself go – not worrying about if the work will sell, or if readers are going to love it, or even if it’s any good. It actually helps sometimes to have a day job, or a baby in the next room, or something else to prod you into putting words on the page. (I own this T-shirt as a reminder.)

I actually do have a day job now, where writing is part of the gig but not all of it, and so I’m having to make time to write other stuff. That’s why I got up at 6 this morning to write this, and gave myself an hour to wrap it up and get it out into the world. Write like you have to be somewhere else soon. Write like no one else is ever going to read it. That’s solid advice. Anthony Bourdain had so much to teach us.

— TT

 

 

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The art of paying attention

(I gave this talk the other night as part of an art gathering down in Rock Hill, South Carolina. I’m mainly posting this as a reminder to myself about how important it is to pay attention, and how easy it is to get distracted. Maybe you’ll see yourself somewhere in here, too. — TT)

I want to start tonight by talking about an experiment done in 1999 by two research psychologists named Christopher Chabris and Daniel Simons. You probably don’t know their names, but some of you will know their experiment. They brought people in – a couple of hundred people in all, brought in one by one – and asked them to watch a video. The video showed six people on two teams – three in black shirts and three in white shirts. Both teams were passing a basketball around. The researchers asked the people watching the video to count how many times the white team passed the ball. The video lasted about a minute and a half. At the end, most people got the right answer – the white team passed the ball 15 times.

Then the researchers asked another question:

Did you see the gorilla?

And many of the test subjects said something along the lines of: What the hell are you talking about?

So the researchers played the video again. Sure enough, as these two teams are passing the basketballs around, somebody in a gorilla suit saunters right into the middle of the group, turns to the camera, beats its chest a few times, and exits to the other side.

Half the people, the first time around, didn’t even see it.

In science they call this “perceptual blindness.” I think of it as not being able to see the damn gorilla dancing around right in front of you.

And I’m afraid that most of us these days have a hard time seeing the gorillas walking right through the middle of our lives, because we’re so distracted, or scatterbrained, or because we’re looking at all the wrong things.

There’s a writer named Amy Krouse Rosenthal who died earlier this year – she was best known as an author of books for kids and young adults. I know her best for a note she wrote when somebody was asking her for career advice. Here’s what she said:

“For anyone trying to discern what to do with their life: PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU PAY ATTENTION TO. That’s pretty much all the info you need.”

It’s spectacular advice, really. The stuff that interests you, the things that hold your attention, is where your instinct is telling you to go.

There’s only one problem: These days, are any of us paying close attention to anything?

I’ve been a working writer for 30 years, and for a good bit of that time I’ve also taught writing. Many of you here tonight are artists, creators of one type of another, and I’m sure some of you teach, too. What I’ve come to believe about teaching writing – or any kind of creative work, really – is that you have to start by talking about the art of paying attention.

I teach up at Wake Forest, and I tell my students that if they just pay close attention to the world around them, it’s a huge advantage not just to their career prospects, but for being a better and more interesting person out in the world. But I see them struggling to focus on any one thing for more than a minute or two at a time. That’s because our culture and our lifestyle have given us all a case of severe attention deficit disorder. Our DNA has ADD.

Our job as creators – and just as people who want to live richer, more meaningful lives – is to fight back as hard as we can. We have to relearn not just how to look at the world with open eyes again, but how to interact with each other in a more personal and meaningful way.

I should let you know right here that I am a flawed messenger. I have four jobs these days – magazine writer, book author, teacher, and podcaster – and I find myself constantly thinking about one when I’m trying to do the other. I work at a lot at home and I’m always getting up to grab something to drink or pull a book off the shelf or check on the laundry. Our house is never more clean than when I’m on a work deadline, because I will do anything in that moment to avoid doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I spend way too much time scrolling around on social media. I made the huge mistake the other day of looking up my Twitter history. I’ve been on Twitter for eight and a half years. Over those eight and a half years I have tweeted 27,700 times. That’s nearly nine tweets a day, every single day since April of 2009. I am a professional writer – it’s how I make my living. I have written hundreds of thousands of words on Twitter and have been paid zero dollars. This is not a good business model.

So I need help, too, to get out from under this scatterbrained life and pay attention to the real world. And as I’ve been thinking about it, I’ve come up with three ways to think about it that have helped me. Maybe they’ll help you, too.

Number one: Separate the urgent from the important.

A few months ago my wife sent me a blog post by a writer named Melissa Febos. The title of the post was “Do You Want To Be Known For Your Writing, Or Your Swift Email Responses?” It was written as a series of tips for writers who want to deal with the constant pull of messages and requests. The first tip was my favorite: “Cultivate a persona of unreliability.”

What she means is, don’t be that person who always answers an email or a text within seconds of getting it. If it’s your mama or your spouse or your best friend, OK. But if it’s somebody you don’t know, or something you don’t need to deal with right away, don’t let those people own your time. You decide what matters to you, not somebody else.

Back in the 19th century, if you wanted to get in touch with somebody on the other side of the country, you wrote them a letter and you might not hear back for months. Now you can text somebody literally on the other side of the earth and it gets there in a fraction of a second. We are all more findable and more reachable than we have ever been, and that’s generally to the good. But when you’re trying to create, when you’re trying to pay attention to something you’re working on, it’s often better to be less findable and less reachable.

Let me suggest a little experiment. Just for one day, keep track of every email, text message, social media message, letter and phone call you get. Then sort them into two piles: the ones you really needed to know about, and the ones you didn’t. I promise you the second pile will be a lot higher than the first.

When you start to differentiate between what’s important and what just feels important, when you discard or delay the stuff you don’t really need to care about, you give yourself a precious gift: more time to spend on what you DO care about. Pick the things that matter to you, and when it comes to those things, be where you say you’re gonna be, and do what you say you’re gonna do. But otherwise, be a little more unreliable. Don’t make too many promises to too many people. Guard your time. Pay attention to what you really want to pay attention to.

The second thing I think about is this: Reject multitasking.

Did any of y’all watch the show “Parks and Recreation?” There’s a scene in one of the episodes where Leslie Knope, the main character, is trying to do too much. So her friend Ron Swanson sits her down for a talk. And it ends with this advice: “Never half-ass two things. Whole-ass one thing.”

If you’re like me, you’re never just half-assing two things. You’re quarter-assing four things, or eighth-assing eight things, or whatever. We’re almost never doing just one thing.

We think we’re being really efficient when we’re multitasking – look at all the stuff we’re getting done! But researchers who study multitasking have found that just the opposite is true. We’re not really doing three things at the same time – we’re constantly switching back and forth among those three things. And every time we switch, it takes a little time for our brains to catch up to the new task. Instead of doing three things at once, we’d do work that is not only better, but more efficient, if we did one thing three separate times.

Now obviously sometimes this can’t be helped. If you’re a single mom, and you’re trying to get your kids ready for school while you’re getting ready for work, God bless you. God help you and God bless you. But I think a lot of us multitask for two reasons. One, it makes us feel busier than we actually are, and that feels good – it makes us feel like we’re doing something worthwhile. But the second reason we multitask is that we never take the time to sit down and get organized.

I hate getting organized. I hate blocking out my whole week ahead of time. And so I put it off. But I find that when I do schedule stuff, and I stick to the schedule – that’s the key part – I get so much more done during the week. And then that makes me feel so much better about taking free time to do whatever I want. It doesn’t all bleed together.

Not only that, when you whole-ass one thing – when you pay attention to what’s in front of you for a meaningful amount of time – you’ll find that whatever you’re doing, you will do a lot better. You might actually finish that song that has been in your head for a month. You might find the missing line to that poem, or sense the curve you’ve been looking for in that piece of pottery. Sustained time is the key to doing anything well. There’s a great quote from Teller, the magician who’s part of Penn and Teller, about what it takes to become a great magician. He says: “Magic is just someone spending more time on something than anyone else might reasonably expect.” I can promise you, no one who makes magic is a multitasker.

The third thing I’ve been thinking about, when it comes to paying attention, is just two words: Look up.

Our default posture in this world these days is looking down. Looking down at our laptops, or our tablets, or especially our smartphones. I work in coffeeshops a lot, and sometimes I can go into one that’s full of people, place my order, pick up my drink, find a seat, and no one but the cashier even looks up. So many of us are so absorbed in the virtual world that we forget all about the real one.

I can tell you right now, even though I don’t know most of you, your phones are burning a hole in your pockets as we speak. You’re dying to see if you got any new email, or you want to check the score of the football game, or you just feel like scrolling through Facebook to see who posted a cute picture of their dog. I know this because I feel the same way and I’m standing up here. There are studies that show that if you’re sitting at a table, maybe having dinner with someone, just putting a phone on the table makes everyone less attentive. We have the sum of the world’s knowledge in our pockets, updating every second, 24 hours a day. How do we ever put the things down.

I’ll tell you the most insidious feature of the smartphone: It’s the alarm clock. Because when your phone has an alarm clock, you can put it right by your bed. And it becomes the last thing you see before you turn off the light and the first thing you pick up in the morning.

Because your email and your social media are constantly updating, you feel left behind if you’re not constantly checking it. There’s an acronym for it: FOMO, or fear of missing out. Just in the time we’ve been sitting here talking, something else has happened somewhere in the world, something that you could be finding out about right now, if you would just reach in your pocket, pull out your phone, and look down.

But then, of course, you’d be missing out on what’s happening right in front of you.

And this, I think, is what we lose most of all when we don’t pay attention. We lose the power of the moment.

I’m not going to pretend that me talking to you tonight is some sort of transcendent event. I ain’t Bruce Springsteen. But it’s not nothing. And who knows? For some of you, if you pay attention, it might turn out to be a night you remember.

The nights I tend to remember, with my friends, or maybe with a group of strangers at a concert or something, are the nights when it came to feel like there was nothing else that mattered in the world. Those people, that laughter, that music, that was all there was. And I can remember those nights in detail, like a hologram that appears right in front of me. I can remember my friend Virgil’s Coleman cooler, the one where he always kept Southern Comfort and Dr Pepper. I can remember when Jason Isbell stepped into the light on the stage when it came time for his big guitar solo. I can remember the hail bouncing off the grass on the night I had the first date with the woman who became my wife.

When you don’t pay attention, when your life is a blur, you don’t give yourself a chance to make a memory.

I want to leave you tonight with question: Is there a dancing gorilla in your life? Maybe the thing you’ve been looking for all this time is beating its chest right in front of you, and you’ve been too distracted to notice it.

Our brains are powerful and supple things. The same way you taught your brain to multitask, you can teach it to concentrate on one thing. The same way you trained yourself to look down, you can train yourself to look up. There’s still time to pay attention. And there is so much worth paying attention to.

— TT

 

 

 

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My class, condensed

On Thursday we wrapped up my first magazine-writing class at Wake Forest University. I had such a great group — 19 students from all over the country who walked into class every week ready to learn. I learned a lot from them, too. I learned that students call Wake “Work Forest.” I learned about a hallucinogen I’d never heard of before. I even learned about the inner workings of the Buffalo Sabres’ front office. (Thanks for that last one, Jordan.)

In our last class together, I tried to distill all that we talked about over 14 weeks into the essentials — the things I hope they remember most.

Some of these are tips I’ve borrowed over the years, some are my own thoughts, some are a blend. (For my students: I forgot a couple in class and added them in just now. Sorry.)

One of the great things about teaching a class is that you have to figure out what you’ve learned over the years. If I had to put it all on a couple of pages, it would look something like this.

Pay attention. Simply watching the world around you with curiosity — wondering why things are, and how they got that way — puts you far ahead of most other people.

Do what you say you’re going to do, and be where you say you’re going to be. Make deadlines.

Most stories center on a character you care about, trying to overcome an obstacle, in a quest for something they want or need — their personal pot of gold.

The best stories operate on two levels: what the story’s about (the specific, concrete narrative) and what it’s REALLY about (the deeper, universal meaning).

Ideas come at odd times. Always have something handy to record them — your phone, a notebook by the bed, whatever.

Get off the couch and out into the world. You’ll be a better writer, and more fun to talk to at parties.

Interviews should be conversations, not interrogations.

One of the best interview tools is silence. It makes people uncomfortable. They often start talking to fill the space.

If you hang out with people long enough, eventually they have to start being themselves.

Suspense and mystery are a writer’s friends. If you have cliffhangers, use them. Make the reader wait for the payoff.

Report and write with your heart wide open. Revise with a ruthless eye.

The biggest moments often call for the simplest words.

Endings are more important than beginnings.

Take care of yourself. This job can take an emotional toll.

Be fair, and be tough if you have to. But whenever in doubt, be kind.

 

— TT

 

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The Bat and The Bear

Rock Hill, South Carolina, somewhere around 1990. I’m a reporter in the York County bureau of the Charlotte Observer, working alongside a sportswriter named Joe Posnanski. I’m 25 or 26, he’s 22 or 23. I’m covering fatal wrecks and school board meetings, he’s writing up high-school football games and a weekly volleyball notebook. We get to be friends, and we find out we have the same impossible dream. We want to be newspaper columnists.

Some nights, after deadline, we throw a baseball in the parking lot of his apartment complex and talk about making it to that sacred place, down the left rail of the front page of the section — him in Sports, me in Local. Our mug shots at the top. We’re full of ideas about how we would do the job if we ever got there. I’ve been sneaking little scenes into my straight news stories, seeing how they look on the page. He’s been practicing nearly every day, picking something out of the sports world and writing columns that nobody sees.

We scan the wires and out-of-town papers, and when one of us finds something great, we clip it out or print it — this was before the Internet, children — and share it with the other. Before long we both have thick file folders, our homemade textbooks, full of lessons from Dave Barry and Leonard Pitts and Jim Murray and the other columnists we loved.

We spend long nights just sitting around and talking — our romantic lives were not exactly thriving at that point — and one of the things we talk about is this: What was the greatest newspaper column of all time?

After much debate, we decide on two. We call them The Bat and The Bear.

The Bat was written by a young sports columnist out of Detroit named Mitch Albom. You might know Mitch Albom as the author of “Tuesdays With Morrie,” followed by several best-selling Hallmark-ready novels that have sold untold million copies. Mitch has made himself mockable — I’ve mocked him some myself — but in his prime, as a columnist and feature writer, you couldn’t beat him.

The Bat was a piece about a school superintendent, a former member of a Little League World Series champion, who had been shot to death by a disgruntled teacher. Throughout the story, Mitch talked to surviving members of that Little League team, one after another. He asked to see their trophies. He noticed something. The figure at the top of the trophy is a batter waiting for a pitch. But every time one of the players got out his trophy, the bat was missing.

It had been a long time, the trophies were fragile, things fall apart. Mitch saw something bigger:

The snow falls, summer is a distant memory, and even golden boys of Little League have the bats taken out of their hands.

The Bear was a column by Jimmy Breslin.

Breslin had many more famous columns. The one he wrote on the gravedigger at John F. Kennedy’s funeral is still taught in journalism schools. The one he wrote about the cops at the scene when John Lennon was shot still pops up on the anniversary of Lennon’s death. But the one Joe and I loved was about an 11-year-old boy named Juan Perez.

Juan and two friends broke into the Prospect Park Zoo one night and slipped into the polar bear cage. When the bears saw them, the friends ran, but Juan Perez did not. And so he became a child in the middle of Brooklyn who was eaten alive by polar bears.

You can imagine the TV crews and the front-page headlines. But Breslin saw something bigger:

I guess it was a momentous story because of the manner in which the boy died. But at the same time, perhaps somebody should stop just for a paragraph and mention the fact that there are many children being eaten alive by this bear of a city, New York in the 1980s. To say many is to make an understatement most bland, for there are hundreds of thousands of young in New York who each day have the hope, and thus the life, chewed out of them in a city that feels the bestowing of fame and fortunes on landlords is a glorious act, and that all energies and as much money and attention as possible be given to some corporation that threatens to move 40 people to Maryland.

The column is 30 years old and isn’t on the Internet — at least I couldn’t find it — and so I dug a version out of a database. It’s from a Toronto newspaper, reprinting the original from the New York Daily News, and somehow Toronto cut the best line. Breslin hammers the developers and the politicians who chew up and discard kids every day in New York — he even gets in a shot at Donald Trump — and then, after a couple paragraphs of this, he drops in one perfect sentence:

They shot the bear.

I write all this because Jimmy Breslin died on Sunday at 88, and he was the best columnist there ever was, and I stole from him freely — his language and his spirit — until I found my own voice. He got out there and talked to people and found the story and wrote it up. It sounds easy, like falling into a pool. But there’s falling and there’s diving.

Joe and I kept working and got lucky and found editors who believed in us. We both got the jobs we dreamed about, and then others beyond our dreams. Our romantic lives got better — we’re both married now — but we still spend long lunches and phone calls and text threads continuing that conversation we started more than 25 years ago.

I’ve read many a story in all those years. I’ve got a lot of favorites. But none will ever matter as much to me as The Bat and The Bear. They gave two young guys something to reach for.

 

— TT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Elephant in the Room: The end of the beginning

 

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Some of you know that I’ve been working on a book for a while — it’s called “The Elephant in the Room,” and it’s a memoir about my life as a fat man in a growing America. Just after midnight last night, I wrote the final sentence and then typed -30-, which is old newspaper lingo for the end of a story. I emailed the draft to my agent. Most of my columns for the Charlotte Observer were about 600 words. One of the features I write for ESPN might run 4,000. This was 61,000 words. I hope a few of them are good.

This is just the end of the beginning. A few trusted readers are going to take a look and give me some thoughts. I’ll read those and make some changes. Then my book editor at Simon & Schuster will get ahold of it, and he’ll have more ideas. What we end up with will be different than what I turned in today. That’s how it works and how it ought to work. I don’t know when there will be a book for you to buy. But you can bet I’ll let you know through this blog, Twitter, Facebook, emails, town crier, etc.

There’s still a long way to go. But for now: I wrote a book! I think I’ll go sleep for a couple of days.