"Write the story you want to read." – Neil Gaiman
Cut to a desk covered in index cards. "There are two kinds of writers: architects and gardeners. Architects know every room, every joist. Gardeners throw a seed in the ground and see what grows. I am a gardener. For The Ocean at the End of the Lane , I had a boy, a pond, and an old woman. That was it. The plot came from asking: 'What would happen if...?' But here’s the secret: character is plot. What does your character want more than anything? And what happens if they don't get it?"
"Stories are the only thing we truly own. They’re how we make sense of the chaos. In this class, I’m not going to give you a formula. Formulas kill stories. I’m going to give you a toolbox." MasterClass - Neil Gaiman Teaches the Art of St...
He holds up a thick stack of rejection slips. "I have a wall of these. From The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction , from publishers, from my own mother. (She said The Graveyard Book was too dark. I ignored her.) The secret to a career is not talent. It’s stubbornness. Finish what you start. Let the work be bad. You can fix bad. You can’t fix nothing. And when you finish? Send it out. Then start the next thing."
MasterClass – Neil Gaiman Teaches the Art of Storytelling. 19 lessons, 4+ hours. Included with membership. End of generated text. "Write the story you want to read
"When I was a kid, I didn’t think I was going to be a writer. I thought I was going to be a superhero. Then I realized no one was going to give me X-ray vision, so I decided to build worlds instead."
Neil Gaiman sits in a high-backed leather chair, surrounded by bookshelves crammed with strange artifacts, first editions, and a raven skull. He leans forward, eyes twinkling. Gardeners throw a seed in the ground and see what grows
He leans close to the camera, lowering his voice. "Your job is to be cruel to your characters. Not for cruelty’s sake, but because conflict reveals truth. Put them in a room with their worst fear. For Coraline , the fear was being forgotten, being replaced by a mother with button eyes. That image came from a nightmare. Don’t run from your nightmares. Write them down. They are the keys to the basement of your own mind."