We’re talking day jobs this week on the Deb Ball. Oh, the joy of the day jobs. I’ve had day jobs I have loved. Loved, loved. And I’ve had day jobs that I’ve hated. Like poke-my-eyeballs-out hated (which would be a much better image had I not smacked into a branch last week while running and given myself a corneal abrasion. That I suppose is a story for another day: “Why Exercising Is Completely Stupid and If I Didn’t Need Running As an Excuse to Get a Break from My Family, I’d Never Do It.” But then again, I guess that is the whole story, so look, you got that today as a bonus).
Okay, let’s get to the matter at hand. I’ve learned so much from so many jobs, but since this is a blog post not a novel, here are the highlights of what I have learned from my day jobs that I have used in my writing:
Receptionist at an art gallery, age 19
In college I needed a job for spending money. Looking over the listings at my school’s job center, I saw plenty I was probably qualified for, but didn’t want: Babysitter. Babysitter. Babysitter. Look, I love my kids. But I wouldn’t be hanging out with them if we weren’t related. I’m more of a grown-up kind of person. At 19, I really wasn’t a kid person. One job, though, seemed intriguing: working at a new art gallery. No, I wasn’t an art major. No, I wasn’t an art aficionado. No, I didn’t know Impressionist from Expressionist. But you know what? I got the job. Much later, my boss, a sweet older man, said to me, “You know why I called you in for an interview? It was your name. Jennifer Brown. It sounded to me like a movie star from the 1930s. Like Veronica Lake.”
Lesson learned: Name your characters wisely. There is power in names.
Film editing intern, age 20
One of the benefits of the NYU film school is access to really awesome internships. I had an internship my junior year with an amazing film editor, who was a professor in the program, Paul Barnes. I was a little in awe of him–his work was amazing–and though he was editing a project with some director I had never heard of on an public television show that sounded, well, a little boring, I really wanted to learn from Paul. (What was this lame PBS series? Oh, just this little documentary, The Civil War, by this guy Ken Burns. Hmmm, wonder why I’m not in film today?) Every week I went in, prepared to learn from his brilliance. I think I saw him twice. For a few minutes. The rest of the time I stood in a bin in the hall outside the editing room, sorting teeny tiny pieces of film, pieces an inch or two long that might possibly be needed again. Each piece had a number so you could keep track of it. And sure enough, every now and then, the assistant would come running out and say, “Do you have piece number 2387?” And I’d search through the books and find it. And that one second clip would provide just the segue or the image or whatever was needed to finish the scene. Film was never thrown out because you simply didn’t know when you’d need a frame (or an entire scene) again.
Lesson learned: Keep your outtakes. Make a separate document where you put all cut scenes/dialogue/sentences. Because at some point in revision, you may find yourself thinking, “I wonder it that deleted paragraph would have worked well here….”
Kiwi farmer, age 28
Yep, you read that correctly: kiwi farmer. For about six months after grad school, I lived on a kibbutz in Israel and toiled in the kiwi fields. Oh, I had other jobs there as well—spent time doing kitchen work, a little time in the banana fields, a few days in the factory—but I had a thing for the kiwis. Unfortunately, the kiwis didn’t always have a thing for me. I had to wake up in the dark and be in the fields before dawn. The clippers gave me huge blisters. We worked rain or shine. My legs became a ladder of scratches. My back ached. My legs ached. My arms ached. After a dalliance with a kibbutznik, even my heart ached. For six months, I worked on the kibbutz and then for another two months, I traveled. And in the years since, some of my most successful publications have been about those experiences, both as creative nonfiction and as a basis for short stories.
Lesson learned: What doesn’t kill you makes a great story.
How about you? What have you used from your day job in your writing?
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