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What I’ve Learned about Writing from Movies

GrubStreet Instructor, Ben Berman, discusses how we must learn to shift between different mindsets throughout the writing process.

My five-year-old is obsessed with Kung Fu Panda – though the scratches all over my neck are not from her best impersonation of Tigress but because every time we try to watch the movie she gets so scared that she clutches onto me for dear life.

May 8, 2019 | Ben Berman

Craft Advice The Writing Life

How Cleaning the Fridge is like Revising a Poem

In this post, GrubStreet Instructor Ben Berman uses the occasion of cleaning out a fridge to discuss the differences between editing and revising.

 

 

It always begins with that little old cup of leftover beans that’s not quite moldy but on its way or the container of mac ’n cheese that wouldn’t fail the sniff test, per se, but you could use the Tupperware.

April 10, 2019 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life

What We Can Learn from Poets

“Poetry is to prose,” wrote Paul Valery, “as dancing is to walking,” and in this post Ben Berman previews his upcoming Muse and the Marketplace session on what kind of dance moves prose writers can learn from poets.

 

 

A couple of summers ago, I decided to take a break from writing poetry in order to try my hand at penning a screenplay.

March 13, 2019 | Ben Berman

Craft Advice The Writing Life

Why Write When There are Thousands of People Out There Not Reading Your Work

In this post, GrubStreet instructor Ben Berman considers the tension between the pleasures of writing and the pressures of being a writer.

 

 

The other day we were at some friends’ house when I found myself in a conversation with their six-year-old son.

 

My dad told me that you’re a writer, he said.

 

February 13, 2019 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life

What I’ve learned about Literary Movements from my Daughters

In this post GrubStreet Instructor, Ben Berman, uses his daughters’ relationship with the moon to discuss the ideals of Romanticism and Modernism.

 

 

My older daughter has always been transfixed by the moon.

 

When she was a baby we would sit on the back porch and watch it rise over our neighbor’s house. She would clap her hands wildly and rub her chest please, begging me to climb into the night sky and retrieve it for her.

January 9, 2019 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life