Managing Expectations

A thing I like to say to my students, maybe too often, is expectations ruin everything.

That’s the good news.

Also, the bad news.

It’s good news when we are trying to build adversity—or in memoir, when we’re puzzling out why everything went wrong—because expectations are a great place to look.

I interviewed a marriage therapist once who said that unspoken expectations were the chief cause of strife among her married patients. They carried beliefs into their marriages—sometimes subconsciously, sometimes acutely aware of them—about how they’d celebrate Thanksgiving, or who’d be responsible for cooking dinner. But they never talked about them. When their new spouse failed to live up to those expectations? Disaster.

So when things are going off the rails for your characters, and you’re not sure why, look to their expectations. Are the characters even aware of them? In my memoir classes, students often discover that they’d held unarticulated hopes and beliefs. That they were secret from everyone, including themselves, created anguish and chaos, often for everyone involved.

But there are other expectations working on us when we write — those we anticipate our readers will hold. Those can sometimes be helpful, when they’re things like, “Don’t bore your reader.” Or, “Readers expect the beginning of the story to grab their attention.”

More often, though, what we think our readers expect from us, or what they actually do expect, can be unhelpful, to say the least.

Author Brit Bennett said of her debut novel, The Mothers, that, after it came out, readers seemed to think her characters would adhere more to stereotypes.

“It’s a book about Black characters, but I think there’s a way in which people are reacting to the characters — and their not conforming to what is expected — which has been very telling of what people think or expect about Black narratives,” Bennett told Electric Literature. “Black people are as diverse as any group of people, which should go without saying! But it’s becoming increasingly clear to me that that’s shocking or surprising to people in a way that I just didn’t think it was.”

You want to resist falling into that trap, unless of course, you’re going to use it to surprise the reader. [Spoiler ahead!] Think of the ending of the movie Frozen, when it seemed like the movie’s happy ending would be the same as most other Disney princess movie happy endings, with Anna marrying her paramour, Kristoff. Instead, the ending of the movie reveals that the love of Anna’s life is her sister, Elsa, and vice versa.

For writers, I think the most insidious way expectations ruin everything is when we set them for our own stories, creating in our minds the idea of how a story will resonate, or read, or succeed.

I wrote about that expectation recently, so I won’t repeat myself, except to quote, again, Gotham teacher Teresa Wong:

“To exist, [your story] has to be a little bit flawed,” Teresa said. “But then at least it can be shared, right?”

Kelly Caldwell

Dean of Faculty

Writing Rituals

I shared a pretty embarrassing story with my students the other day, so I figured, why not go for broke and tell it to you all as well.

For a few months when I first started freelancing, I found myself completely stymied whenever I began a new story (often on deadline!). I’d try to start in the middle. I’d try to download my research. I’d try to start at the end. Every time, I ended up deleting everything and starting over.

I could only really begin writing (and this is the embarrassing part) after I’d type out seven words:

The Ottawa County Board of Commissioners today…

When I first got out of college, I worked as a reporter for a community newspaper and wrote hundreds of articles about the Ottawa County Board of Commissioners. Apparently, I’d moved on, but my mind had not.

That I couldn’t work before typing that phrase infuriated me. It’s not like that board was the only thing I wrote about. When I wasn’t writing about tax millage, I wrote about disaster aid. Heroic rural maternity nurses. An obscenity trial that echoes our current struggle with book bans.

Compounding that, I accused my mind of sedition. “I don’t live there anymore,” I’d say to myself, arms crossed, refusing to type the words my mind wanted to hear. It felt like some part of me was trying to drag me back to when I was 22, inexperienced and unsure. So I resisted.

Because that always works so well.

What I failed to realize was that I’d inadvertently created a ritual.

mentioned rituals last month, and wanted to return to them, because some people (read: me) undervalue the role they play in our writing process. But we ignore them at our peril. You might create one you hate by accident.

More likely, you’ll keep struggling every time you sit down to write, when there’s a tool that can help you make that happen more quickly.

Rituals, says the writer Amitava Kumar, fill a need, “the need for those conditions of work, the meeting of place and habits, that allow the right words to emerge.”

Or you can think of them another way, as a way of staking out territory for yourself, and your work, says writer Sheryl Garratt.

“Ritual can be a way of reclaiming space,” Garratt writes, “of bringing us back to the present moment.”

Kumar’s ritual is walking. When he laces up his walking boots, he says, “The work of writing has begun. As important as the act of shutting the door of the study has been the act of opening it and stepping out for a stroll.”

Other writers clear their desks, eat a sandwich, do yoga, play three hands of computer solitaire. Saul Bellow did 30 pushups. Jesmyn Ward makes herself a cup of tea. (For many of us, caffeine is involved.)

The precise actions involved don’t matter, as long as they help you cross that bridge from your busy life into your imagination.

That was the real problem with my accidental ritual—when I started accusing my mind of trying to force me to live in the past, when I fought it, the ritual I never meant to start stopped serving any purpose. Eventually I replaced it.

And then, when my life changed, I changed my ritual again.

Next time you make time to write, pay attention to what you’re doing just beforehand. Do you have a ritual? Does it help you build a bridge, or is it getting in your way? If you don’t have one, or you hate the one you do have, create a new one. Build it for yourself with the generosity and enthusiasm you’d bring to knitting your BFF a new scarf, or making a loved one an omelette. Find one that soothes the chattering part of your mind. One that works.

Kelly Caldwell

Dean of Faculty

Pushed to the Limit

I’ve learned to suffer the slings and arrows of life with a fairly even temper.

With one exception.

Dealing with automated phone support.

Recently, I wanted to speak with my phone provider to make sure we were all set for calls on an international trip. So I’m trying to speak with a real person, but the automated voice needs some kind of code from me, which I don’t know, and so it assigns me a new code (I’m so discombobulated I’m not sure if I gave them a code or they just picked one.) Anyway, I get a new code, but have no earthly idea what it is.

Then, after much wasted time, I manage to get a real person on the line, but they say they can’t help me unless I give them the code, which I don’t know. At the end of my rope now, I scream, “THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

(BTW, this will never happen at Gotham. If you call or write us, you’ll be talking to a real live person, with little or no delay.)

Push your characters to the limits. It makes for great storytelling, and we’ll get to see how they handle the heat of their personal crucible. Will they stay true to form or find something new inside themselves? Will they break (like I did) or rise to the occasion? Will they somehow turn the story in a new direction?

I’m a fan of old movies and Jimmy Stewart is a favorite. He got pushed to the limit a lot—with obsessive lust in Vertigo, with despair at unfulfilled dreams in It’s a Wonderful Life. But I’m thinking now about Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.

Jimmy plays Jefferson Smith, the head of the Boy Rangers, who is appointed as a replacement in the U.S. Senate. He’s a wide-eyed optimist expected to vote in lockstep with his state’s senior senator, who is mired in all kinds of corruption.

When Smith refuses to go along with the corruption, the political machine besmirches Smith’s name with fabricated letters and news items, and the Senate is set to vote on his expulsion. Smith is almost broken—too good for cruel politics—but his aide, Clarissa, convinces him to stage a filibuster to delay his expulsion and prove his innocence.

For 24 hours, Smith holds the Senate floor, talking nonstop, barely able to stand near the end, when he proclaims hoarsely:

You all think I’m licked. Well, I’m not licked. And I’m going to stay right here and fight for this lost cause.

Fantasy? Maybe. But I might look to Mr. Smith next time I’m pushed to the limit.

Alex Steel,

Gotham President