AFTERNOON BOOK CHAT: Davidson & Friedman

Andrew Davidson and Elyse Friedman both have a flare for eccentric characters. Whether it's a burn victim who is convinced there is a snake crawling up his spine or a grown man who gets sexual gratification from being treated like a baby, complete with soother and diaper and smoochie-gootchie speaking, these writers have an amazing ability to stick themselves into some twisted, twisted shoes.

This afternoon, at McNally Polo Park, they spoke about their writing, how they accomplish such leaps of imagination, how they edit and how they become inspired.

What was interesting was how different their approach to writing was. When asked about where their stories and their characters originate, Andrew said that "I don't find my characters, my characters find me." Elyse, on the other hand, finds that by taking common pop-culture characters and flipping them on their heads (her example was, instead of a celebrity stalker, a celebrity that stalks his fans), she can create some interesting people to write about.

When it comes to the editing process, they also had completely different methods.

Elyse prefers to edit as she goes, writing small amounts daily and then going over it before she moves on. Andrew, on the other hand, says that he throws out 85% of what he writes, preferring to get his ideas onto the page and giving himself complete freedom to throw away anything and everything.

He also had a piece of editing advice that I thought was really good, saying that, while he needs to write in absolute silence, he prefers to do his editing in coffee shops. His reasoning was that he needs the little distractions public places provide, because without them he would over-think every word.

There was plenty of good advice aside from the stuff I've posted here today, and I understand that there will be a video posted of the conversation later on the WIWF website. I encourage everyone to check it out.

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Brad Hartle likes books. One day he may try to write one, though nothing is certain. For now, he spends his days in the basement of a big stone building in Downtown Winnipeg and his evenings in a big brick apartment in Crescentwood, where he lives with his wife, two cats, and a scattering of toothpicks, needed because he refuses to see a dentist. He is almost always happy.