Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Best Moments In My Career …So Far

John Ramsey Miller


Recently someone asked me what the highlight of my career (to date) was. I said it was when I sold my first novel. I’ve thought about that and the truth is there have been scores of “best” moments. Seeing my first book in a store. Writing with tears in my eyes. Seeing three of my books in one rack in an airport. And there was being nominated for peer awards on a couple of occasions. Didn’t win, didn’t much matter, still doesn’t. One of the best was having my wife toss me a line that “made” the scene and the book a lot better. The problem was why one character would allow himself to trust another after he felt betrayed by her. It was something that had perplexed the editor and my agent and myself. Finally I told my wife what the problem was and she gave me the line that made it all make sense. None of us could figure out what that needed to be, but Susan knew. Had I asked her weeks earlier, it would have never been a sleep loser. How had I assumed my wife wouldn’t know the power of love and trust, and how to put into a short sentence that was in perfect pitch for both of the characters.


One of my favorites happened when my first book was making some noise. I was invited to Denver to speak about my process, etc… to between 1000 and 2000 people at a National Kidney Foundation fundraiser, which was one of those formalish deals. I was to speak just ahead of Clive Cussler. At the opening hob-nob I had three scotches. Clive Cussler reminded me that we were at 5,000 feet. Not to worry, I hadn’t made any notes on what I was going to say so I didn’t have to fret flubbing my lines. I have never planned out what I intend to say before I stand at the podium. I talked about my childhood, early influences, and (as I recall it) I had the crowd eating out of my hand. My opening line was about being a Native Son of Mississippi and about the tradition of porch sitting and storytelling. You told a story on my porch and there had better have been interesting descriptions, setting, character development, a build up, and a punch line to entertain or amaze. I said that my uncle was a Supreme Court justice and my aunt a hopeless hypochondriac who made up stories to keep me from going outside where I could be killed or carried away. I said, “Guess which one I spent my time with.” Somehow, everything I said brought the house down. I was well oiled and the stories just appeared to me. The best part of the story (I mean how hard is it to have too many drinks and say the right things to people who are also having drinks?) was when Mr. Cussler started his talk with the words, “I’ll never follow John Ramsey Miller again.” To have him say that made me feel very important indeed, and that is a great feeling.


My favorite part of my career has always been the time I have shared with other authors and their families followed by the time I’ve spent writing.

9 comments:

  1. John, Thanks for sharing these thoughts with us. And is it fair to ask how many Scotches you had before writing them? Just kidding.
    Enjoyed reading about your memorable moments, and looking forward to more from you in the future.

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  2. Soumds like nice moments indeed. Here's to many more!

    BK Jackson
    http://www.bkjackson.blogspot.com

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  3. I come from a long line of storytellers, too, John. My grandfather sold Encyclopedia Britannicas during the Depression and got to be one of the top ten salesmen in the country. They used to say he had "a story for every occasion." I loved his resonant voice and the way he could spin a yarn.

    My dad and uncle both had the same gene. Maybe I got a little of it, too.

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  4. Love, love, love your post, John. Thanks for sharing your best.

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  5. This might be my favorite blog post of yours to date, John. I'm looking forward to many more. Posts and books!

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  6. Miller leaves out the tiny detail that NO ONE wants to follow him to the dais. He's got this resonant baritone voice with just enough Mississippi twang to let you know where he comes from. (After a few drinks, he'll begin to sound a little like Foghorn Leghorn--and I mean that only in the best way.)

    When he tells a story at dinner, the people in the surrounding tables listen in, too. His eyes and his smirk tell you when the punchline is on the way, and when it arrives, it kills. If you need to pick one person to hang out with in a bar, he's the one.

    You gotta be a little careful, though, because he'll kiss you on the head when you're not looking.

    Great post, John.

    John
    www.johngilstrap.com

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  7. Three doubles, Richard, plus a few glasses of wine to sober me up some. Thanks, Gilstrap. There's no head I've ever kissed that tasted so much like Turtle Wax. I mean that in the nicest way. Thanks guys.

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  8. Yes, John, I have to say that the best part of my career to date has been the author friends I have made. I wouldn't trade this bunch of hooligans for anything in the world. They intrigue me, stimulate my writing, make me laugh . . . and drink heavier than I do. I LOVE THEM!!

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  9. Great story John. It is always great feeling to be able to stand in front of crowd, unscripted, and be able to connect or even better to have them become immersed in the tale.

    You know one of the great things about kissing bald guys on the head is that you never have to worry about lice in your mustache.

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