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Clerkmanifesto is going context free for 100 days!

While I retire from 31 years at the Roseville Library, sell nearly everything I own, fly with my darling wife to Japan for 40 days, and then move together to France to start to build a life there, I present a less explained clerkmanifesto, a clerkmanifesto of snapshots and time travel. Below you may see old posts without introduction from my 4,750 post collection. You may see random photos, brand new or years old. I may write a passage about Japan as if of course you know I'm in Japan, I may make a simple observation or joke, but whatever it is, I won't be explaining it. You'll have to take it as it comes.

For more context you are welcome to read this longer introduction.

And if this is all too confusing I welcome you to investigate our thousands of fully explained historic posts from the past 12 years, though I'll be the first to admit, hours later, you may still come away a little confused.

Here, however it works, is what clerkmanifesto has for you today:

I have decided to run an old essay series of mine that long ago did much to inspire clerkmanifesto. It is called "The Secret Secrets of Writing". A few notes on this particular piece that is about back-up plans:

History has been cruel to the concept of "The Presidency" and its use here feels strangely weird in the aftermath of the Trump election. We used to just treat "The Presidency" like a regular thing, and not some sort of strange toxic unmentionable, so try to keep that in mind. Also, the joke about using the Presidency as a launching board to a writing career is curiously similar to a joke in the truly great romantic comedy "Long Shot" where the TV actor become President is hoping to use the Presidency to get into movie acting. This writing long predates the movie, though I am not accusing the screenplay author of "Long Shot" of stealing from me. I'm sure it was a purely unconscious lifting as they will have read this so many years earlier.

If in my travels I am able to throw anything current onto clerkmanifesto it will be down below today's passage.

This is the ninth one of eleven secrets:

9. Have a backup plan.

I understand this sounds pessimistic. It seems to suggest you may not have a successful career as an author. Well, let me tell you, you are going to be extremely famous. You are going to be successful and rich! Unfortunately this may take 80 to 140 years to kick in, thus the need for a backup plan. I’m not saying you can’t make your way off the lay of the land while waiting on the big time, but I am saying without a backup plan you might find yourself poor in a way that adversely affects your ability to write as excellently as possible. Impoverished writers are frequently too cold and hungry to concentrate properly. Should they defy the odds and really get going on something white hot, like a version of Pride And Prejudice, taking place in the future, with some of the characters as dragons, they are going to be easily interrupted by irresistible opportunities like learning that a large lot of only two day post expiration date cheese has been thrown out into the large, unsecured dumpster of their third favorite grocery store’s parking lot. And if, later that same day, sitting in a rickety chair that’s missing one leg with a cracked plate full of cheese, cheese, cheese and cheese sandwiches our impoverished writer does manage to get back to how a future dragon could be pretty much exactly like Darcy in an almost more than Darcy kind of way, they will only be thrown off again when their turn comes to huddle at the one tiny space heater they share with their seven roommates.

If said writer had instead chosen a nice backup plan like “Become Professional Baseball Player” they could sit in a cozy, craftsman style, 11,000 square foot writers study, lulled into a deep concentrative state by typing into the same typewriter John Steinbeck used to type Tortilla Flat (modified to store the typing digitally), all on P. G. Wodehouse’s old mahogany writing desk while the servants, well out of earshot, whisper excitedly to each other “The master is not to be disturbed during writing time!”

Baseball player was a random choice for a backup plan, but it’s a good one and worth seriously considering. It pays well, gives late fall and winters entirely off, and has a retirement age of about 37.  But what if you’re too old for that and not athletic anyway? How about President of the United States? The benefits of the Presidency do not stop at a superbly generous retirement package for as little as four years of work, but also pretty much guarantees a lucrative publishing contract for your first book. Yes, it will have to be about your Presidency, but it’s a foot in the door of an ever more challenging to crack publishing industry. I know the Presidency can be a hard job to get, but being a Governor or Senator can provide many similar benefits and there are loads of Governor and Senator Jobs (150!). Indeed any backup job in what I call the “Fame” line tends to provide a handsome income and wonderful entrees into the publishing world. Don’t think of your backup job as a Prima Ballerina, Rockstar, News Anchor, Movie Director, Fashion Model, Nobel Prize Winning Physicist, or Movie Star as giving up on your dream. Backup plan is really just a shorthand way of saying that you should have a long term plan that takes into account the many subtle things in life that lead us to success as published writers, such as being next door neighbors with the CEO of Random House.

This is clerkmanifesto in the present moment, poking out this message into my phone just to say: These are a couple of my favorite local businesses in ad or travel poster form. 

seventy

 

Clerkmanifesto is going context free for 100 days!

While I retire from 31 years at the Roseville Library, sell nearly everything I own, fly with my darling wife to Japan for 40 days, and then move together to France to start to build a life there, I present a less explained clerkmanifesto, a clerkmanifesto of snapshots and time travel. Below you may see old posts without introduction from my 4,750 post collection. You may see random photos, brand new or years old. I may write a passage about Japan as if of course you know I'm in Japan, I may make a simple observation or joke, but whatever it is, I won't be explaining it. You'll have to take it as it comes.

For more context you are welcome to read this longer introduction.

And if this is all too confusing I welcome you to investigate our thousands of fully explained historic posts from the past 12 years, though I'll be the first to admit, hours later, you may still come away a little confused.

Here, however it works, is what clerkmanifesto has for you today:

I have decided to run an old essay series of mine that long ago did much to inspire clerkmanifesto. It is called "The Secret Secrets of Writing". If in my travels I am able to throw anything current onto clerkmanifesto it will be down below today's passage.

This is the eighth one of eleven secrets:

8. The great artists break all the rules, but you must master the rules before you can break them.

You came here for the secrets of writing, not necessarily for anything concerning the rules of writing. That is why I think this is a good time to mention my 14 volume set: The 19,765 Rules For Writing, 3rd Edition which is now also available as an ebook and as a searchable app, which, for those of you used to buying very reasonably priced, often free, apps, will seem amazingly expensive. It also doesn’t work very well and is complicated to install on most devices. But it does have a social connectivity element and most writers you meet at this point will pull out their phone or ipad and say “I have this ‘Rules For Writing’ app that’s actually sort of helpful when it works” in a way that will make you feel like you’d better get it too. So you will, only remembering this paragraph when you fail to get it to work properly, find that it doesn’t work properly, and then finally realize that this is, unbelievably, how it actually does work. But we are not here to discuss technology, we are here to discuss writing!

The fact that there are 19,765 rules of writing that you must master must sound a bit intimidating. Fortunately dozens of these are well known to you already, like “Capitalize the first word of each sentence” or “Do not give two characters in the same story the same name” or “Get a cat.” After these there is a slightly more challenging chunk of rules that you may or may not know, but once you read them through a few dozen times they will seem self evident, like “A prepositional phrase should never modify or refer to a noun that is being acted upon by 2 adverbs, 2 adjectives or 2 verbs unless contained in a subjective clause or in direct service of a traditional Mystery or Romance Genre plot (known as “The Rule of Two”)” Sadly when you get to the hard rules, like the rule where you have to learn Ancient Acadian, you may become distraught. You might decide to see if there isn’t maybe an abridged rules of writing that perhaps you could use instead. Happily there are tons of these. Few writers in history have been able to resist laying down all kinds of helpful rules for writing. You could probably pick your favorite writer ever, put in a little search for their rules of writing, and you’ll be all set with a compact, concise and very well written list of rules for writing. The only downside to this is that it will teach you to write exactly like that writer, except not nearly as good.

My suggestion then, if you refuse to Learn Ancient Acadian, which you really should learn because your cat will love it when you talk to him in Ancient Acadian, is to go ahead and break all the rules, willy nilly. Go for broke and figure that people’s terrible reasoning powers will kick in to your benefit. “Gosh,” Your legions of readers and critics will say “To break this many rules this author must have mastered the hell out of them!”

Once again reporting from something remotely like the present, in Kyoto. By the time this actually posts I suppose I will be in Tokyo, but here we are for our last few days still in Kyoto.

I seem to have struck a vein that satisfies me immensely in creating travel posters. I will not really go into why so many of them involve department stores, but I suppose they could branch out into other things. For today though, here is a selection celebrating the rooftop of the Daimaru department store in central Kyoto, which is truly a world unto itself.

This only scratches the surface, but I will leave it tantalizingly at that. Here are a few pictures, and I will send you on your way.

sixty-nine

 

Clerkmanifesto is going context free for 100 days!

While I retire from 31 years at the Roseville Library, sell nearly everything I own, fly with my darling wife to Japan for 40 days, and then move together to France to start to build a life there, I present a less explained clerkmanifesto, a clerkmanifesto of snapshots and time travel. Below you may see old posts without introduction from my 4,750 post collection. You may see random photos, brand new or years old. I may write a passage about Japan as if of course you know I'm in Japan, I may make a simple observation or joke, but whatever it is, I won't be explaining it. You'll have to take it as it comes.

For more context you are welcome to read this longer introduction.

And if this is all too confusing I welcome you to investigate our thousands of fully explained historic posts from the past 12 years, though I'll be the first to admit, hours later, you may still come away a little confused.

Here, however it works, is what clerkmanifesto has for you today:

Sorry, no new introduction to the old introduction today! Oh, wait, that's what this is. But it's so short it barely counts. So then, this is introduction two (one is above and has been going for 69 days!). Introduction three is below here and usually gets modified day to day:

I have decided to run an old essay series of mine that long ago did much to inspire clerkmanifesto. It is called "The Secret Secrets of Writing". If in my travels I am able to throw anything current onto clerkmanifesto it will be down below today's passage.

This is the seventh one of eleven secrets:

7. You must revise and revise again.

This means going through your work over and over trying to fix all its little problems until you realize it is impossible and you give up. Here is a little experiment for those of you who are thus far enjoying, or enjoying enough, my essay on the secret secrets of the secrets of writing. If you aren’t enjoying my essay this experiment isn’t really for you, but I do commend you on your tenacity. I don’t think I could stick with this sort of thing as long as this if I wasn’t enjoying it. As a reward I will tell you you can quit now. Really, you don’t have to keep reading. I was just kidding about the secrets of writing. There aren’t any. That’s why I said “secrets” three times. It was to be silly. But thanks for sticking with me so long and for giving me a fair chance.

Okay, so now that I’m here with just the enjoyers I’d like you to all stop reading here and go back to the beginning of this essay (1. Writing is hard work.) and read through to this point, then do it once more. I’ll wait here until you’re done.

Done? Good? Okay, I know you didn’t. I wouldn’t, that’s for sure, but had you actually gone back and read through this essay two more times I am confident you would not be enjoying it so much anymore. Besides being bored by the repetition, the flaws and flimsiness would start leaping out all over the place at your restless reader eyes. Counting from the time where I am writing this sentence fresh, in it’s first version, I have read through some version of this essay maybe fifteen or twenty times, and though that number will only go way up, as it is now the flaws are already leaping out at me in a staccato fashion. This causes me to frantically revise, which causes more rereading, which causes it all to fall apart even faster. So I am saying, yes! revise and revise again! But I am also saying that it is all hopeless and we are all doomed, which is actually a big secret of writing I was hoping to keep under wraps, but I guess it’s too late for that now.

Clerk Manifesto again, reporting from the present in Kyoto, where I am currently sitting in a mall connected to our main subway station entrance at Kitaoji Station. It is a fascinating place, but also a reminder that not everything in Kyoto is exquisitely beautiful, despite the glamour of my photos.

That very thought is the inspiration for these posters, glamorizing what reminds me of the malls of my childhood, and of the still active, but decrepit malls in the United States that I have so recently come from, except these malls, like all of Kyoto, are still wildly vibrant with people, commerce, and activities.

This is called Aeon Mall, and here are some enchanting travel posters inspired by it.

sixty-eight

 

Clerkmanifesto is going context free for 100 days!

While I retire from 31 years at the Roseville Library, sell nearly everything I own, fly with my darling wife to Japan for 40 days, and then move together to France to start to build a life there, I present a less explained clerkmanifesto, a clerkmanifesto of snapshots and time travel. Below you may see old posts without introduction from my 4,750 post collection. You may see random photos, brand new or years old. I may write a passage about Japan as if of course you know I'm in Japan, I may make a simple observation or joke, but whatever it is, I won't be explaining it. You'll have to take it as it comes.

For more context you are welcome to read this longer introduction.

And if this is all too confusing I welcome you to investigate our thousands of fully explained historic posts from the past 12 years, though I'll be the first to admit, hours later, you may still come away a little confused.

Here, however it works, is what clerkmanifesto has for you today:

I have decided to run an old essay series of mine that long ago did much to inspire clerkmanifesto. It is called "The Secret Secrets of Writing". If you were thinking that old essays of mine are a downgrade from the usual everyday excitement around clerkmanifesto, I must almost sheepishly report that these are, er, really good? Better than usual maybe? Writers' late peek is just after 50 years old. I am sixty! I may never write such smashing literature again!!! So instead of mourning all this old material, well, maybe it's: Enjoy it while you can.

If in my travels I am able to throw anything current onto clerkmanifesto it will be down below today's passage.

This is the sixth one of eleven secrets:

6. Show don’t tell.

A gray drizzle falls on a dense confluence of narrow alleys in Venice. In a closed Japanese restaurant calm figures in a window that overlook a minor canal prepare for a  lunch rush that will not come. It is late February and the normally overcome streets of the city are merely busy and alive. Bundled tourists mill about making their discoveries in free and chilly joy. The Venetians are carefully dressed in fur and leather, the Italian tourists in sleek black leather and snug down, and the Internationals are swaddled in a wide variety of multi coloured hi-tech fabrics. Despite the grey drizzle a glowy Adriatic light manages to enrich the deep colors of wet stone and stucco, water and wood. A vigorous, grey-haired woman’s boot heel slips subtly on a wet, slightly rounded pavement tile and as it twists her lower body to the left she throws her arms wide to seek balance. Her husband of 28 years on that very day, still madly in love with her, manages to catch her around her waist, but in his instinctive action towards her a white paper shopping bag slung loosely on his shoulder slips off and drops. The densely decorated millefiori glass globe in the bag drops too, hits the solid ground with a great ringing noise, but, amazingly, does not break. Instead the giant ornament springs from the bag and from all its elaborate packaging and begins rolling hurriedly towards the Grand Canal. The couple, quickly recovering, shouts and begins pursuit. A gloved hand reaches for the ball as it races by, but it has already become wet and slippery on its dash through the glowing drizzle and along the saturated ground and the hand finds no purchase. The couple narrows on the rolling globe and it seems they might intercept it when a spirited child, running excitedly at the glass from a side street, nearly collides with them, and, though the three of them do a wild dance, none fall. Still, ground is lost in the chase.

A Viennese scholar in a new hat, resting on a stone wall on a Campo on the Grand Canal hears the commotion of a small mob and looks up to see the glass and its pursuers racing towards him. He springs to his feet and looks clear to save the day. Unfortunately, between him and the glass is a small group of pigeons. As the ball hurtles into them they burst explosively towards the scholar. The scholar, a veteran of Venice, is prepared for this, but his new hat is not and slides over his eyes causing him to clutch wildly at it and wobble sideways. The globe rolls neatly between his legs as he flings his right arm out to his bobbling hat, knocking it sharply into the wind which carries it into a roll roughly following the globe.

“Mein hut!” He cries, and the Anniversary couple race past him after the globe and hat both. They are terrifically close now, but time appears to be run out on their rescue operation. The woman, who so recently bobbled so clumsily, now comes to a strangely balletic one-legged bouncing stop on the rim of the Grand Canal. The globe, more beautiful now, wet and spinning in the Venice air, than it ever was in the shop, fulfills some inner secret destiny of its own by almost gently tipping into the Grand Canal. The husband, who near the end had his hand just inches from the ball, straightens, attempts his own bouncing halt, but as he realizes he has left it all too late and would rather not risk injury on the embankment, flings himself up and out and, flailing, splashes magnificently into the green water. His wife shrieks, but, as he comes sputtering to the surface, begins slowly to laugh until soon, she can hardly breathe. The scholar’s hat only makes the humor worse by flopping merrily down onto the drenched man’s head. The man laughs now himself as the glass globe, completely unharmed, floats to the surface mere inches from land’s edge. A small crowd on the shore is seized with hysteria and it takes a surprisingly long time, with many relapses of contagious laughter, before the man, the hat, and the millefiori globe are all fished from the cold waters of the Grand Canal.

This little scene above is an example of me violating this cardinal rule and telling you instead of showing you. Ideally what I should have done was flown you to Venice in February and positioned you at an advantageous location on the Campo that in the one direction had a clear view up the street to the Japanese Restaurant near where the globe is first dropped, and in the other an unobstructed line of sight across the Campo to the Grand Canal. I would also politely request that, no matter how tempting, you not scoop up the glass ball even though it will be rolling just a few feet in front of you. Remember, you are here strictly to watch and learn. And what are you learning? Exactly! Show, don’t tell.

This is Clerk Manifesto reporting from the present, once again in the underground cave system of Clerk Manifesto. We are still in Kyoto, Japan, for a couple more days, but we have had to say goodbye to our favorite cafe, about which there will be more in some future written post.

For today, these are my inspirational posters and T shirt logos that I may one day be wearing, inspired by this best of all cafes. This is Kononeki Cafe in Kyoto, the best cafe we have been to. And let me tell you, my darling wife and I have been to dozens and dozens and dozens, maybe fifty cafes in Kyoto and they are brilliant, but Kononeki? Ah Kononeki, Kononeki is for all time.