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Friday, August 2, 2013


William Faulkner, ghost, here.

Roland is off bringing rare blood to the ailing, so I am here to stand in his stead tonight:

Why do I title my article, THE SILK ROAD?

The Silk Road (from German: Seidenstraße) or Silk Route

 is a modern term referring to a historical network of interlinking trade routes

across the Afro-Eurasian landmass that connected East, South, and Western Asia

 with the Mediterranean and European world, as well as parts of North and East Africa.

 Extending 4,000 miles, the Silk Road got its name from the lucrative Chinese silk trade along it, which began during the Han Dynasty (206 BC – 220 AD).

Trade on the Silk Road was a significant factor in the development of the civilizations of China, India, Persia, Europe and Arabia.

Though silk was certainly the major trade item from China, many other goods were traded, and various technologies, religions and philosophies,

as well as the bubonic plague (the "Black Death"), also traveled along the Silk Routes.

The path you take in the quest for your novel is the Silk Road for you.  It is both a short path and a long one:

from the head to the heart to the fingers.

But most writers run afoul of a roadblock from the head to the heart. 

Or if they traverse that perilous plain, they will find only staleness at the end of their fingers.

My advice for that?

Get it down.
Take chances.

It may be bad, but it is the only way you can do anything good. 

The Silk Road to your novel will demand bravery of you.

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.  

It will lead you places you never expected to go, bringing you wisdom or the death of your dreams,

depending on the choices you make, the people with whom you converse.

We writers are a lonely group as Roland often points out. 

Dreams have only one owner at a time.
That's why dreamers are lonely.

We are drawn to those who understand the fire in our souls ... even though sometimes we deny that attraction.

In the '20's, two cities called out to yearning writers:
Paris and New Orleans.

I told myself I was going to New Orleans to get a job on a ship going to Europe.  I was lying to myself.  Why, we lie so much to ourselves, we could do it for a living.

I wanted to be with people with the same problems and interests as my own,

who would not laugh as I told of what I was trying to accomplish with my prose as so many of the Philistines did back then.

To succeed on the original Silk Road, you had to learn the languages of the nations along that route.

Your own Silk Road will demand you learn the languages of those of whom you write.

It helps if you like people, for you will listen beneath their words

to the aches and longings that they cannot or dare not bring into the light of conversation.

I spent a lot of time with my uncle. And every 4 years, he would have to barn-storm to get re-elected as judge.  I did not nor do I care about politics.  But I cared about the lined faces I saw in my uncle's audiences.

Theirs were not regional problems. A man from there had the same struggles as do we all:

the struggle against his own heart, against the hearts of his fellows

And the struggle to stay the course of the truths by which we must all live.


That is a much mocked word in this modern world of greys.

"Oh," people say, "what makes something a truth for you does not work for me."


Courage, honor, compassion, pity. 

Not for you?

We do not practice those to be good

but practicing them has allowed us not to pass away as with the Mastodon despite our fragility. 

One is honest, not to be good, but that is how we get along with one another, to know where we stand in regards to those around us. 

Without compassion, the weak would not endure to grow strong enough to stand on their own.

Love like truth is beyond reason. You don’t love because:

you love despite;

not for the virtues, but despite the faults. 

To get anywhere along your Silk Road of writing you need a compass. 

Here is the one I used:

Unless your characters are in trouble,

it is your novel that is in trouble.

And not just trouble alone.  The struggle to endure must rivet the reader. Why is a reader riveted?

Because he has grown to care about the protagonist due to some resonance that character strikes within the heart of the reader.

Not that the protagonist must be a saint, for who relates to perfection? 

Indeed, maybe the hero has no morality at all, only an integrity to stay true to what he believes to be facts of human behavior. 

But your hero will do what a man or woman will naturally do, not what man should do, but what he will do ... maybe what he can't help but do.

Labor to bring your page to life:

The aim of every writer is to arrest motion, which is life, by the artificial means of prose 
and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later,
when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. 

As a writer, always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.

Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors.

Try to be better than yourself.

I do not expect you to remember what I say here, only to perhaps be hit like a tuning fork by something that spoke directly to you.   

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects,
longer than knowing even wonders. 

If you take nothing else from this lesson of mine, take this:

The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.  


  1. A timely post! I gutted my ms. It was revealing too much too fast. Hopefully, it will now become tighter and show more tension. Ugh, though.

    The whole history of The Silk Road fascinates me. I got to learn more about it when researching China for my class. It was hard and bitter and dangerous.

    Great metaphor! Loved it :)

  2. Words Crafter:
    I hope you listened to the music of the video. It is beautiful.

    Tension and suspense will keep the reader turning the pages. No good comic tells the punchline first. :-)

    I wish I could sit in on your class. A friend made me a puppet of Hibbs, the cub with no clue. He would be a big hit with your class I know! She also made me a puppet of Aslan. He would be the straight man for all of Hibbs jokes! Or maybe the other way around!!

    I'm glad you liked my metaphor, Roland

  3. I devoured this article and reread. Excellent advice.

  4. Medeia:
    What a nice thing to say. It made my weary morning to read this. I am in and out as rare blood courier all weekend. You gave me a smile to take with me. :-)

  5. Trying to be better than ourselves is a goal that can carry us through life.

    The Silk Road is a good name for a writer's journey as it implies certain things: the buttery,slippery nature of silk, the glamor of its sheen, and the entrancing way it flutters in the breeze.

    Sometimes our novels can seem like silk, they slip away from us, and lose their form. But silk is also strong, so we can tug it back into place.

    A thoughtful post, Faulkner, thanks. Hope Roland is not overworking.

  6. What with your eloquence, why your novels are not at the very top of the charts I will never know...

    Excellent post. Enjoy your weekend, Roland :)

  7. D.G.:
    I love the way you continued my metaphor of the Silk Road and writing. Roland is still running the roads carrying rare blood to those in need.

    Sandra says my audiobooks of ADRIFT IN THE TIME STREAM (Oddly enough with William Faulkner with McCord) and FRENCH QUARTER NOCTURNE are quite beautiful and eloquent when read aloud.

    We bloggers must break out of the small circle of authors selling only to other authors if our novels are ever to stay high in the charts. Sigh. Thanks for the nice words. :-)