Writing Spotlight Writing About Quotes

But, my God, I want to be back in the spotlight. You enjoy this delightful waterfall of attention when your book is the latest breakout success. You dominate the cultural conversation. You possess the literary equivalent of the hot hand. Everyone wants to interview you. Everyone wants you to blurb their book, or host their launch event. Everything you say matters. If you utter a hot take about the writing process, about other books, or even about life itself, people take your word for gospel. If you recommend a book on social media, people actually drive out that day to buy it.

The first layer of your attention, [James Williams] said, is your spotlight. This is when you focus on 'immediate actions,' like, ...You want to finish reading this chapter of my book? It's called spotlight because ...it involves narrowing down your focus. If your spotlight gets distracted or disrupted, you are prevented from carrying out near-term actions like this. The second layer of your attention is your starlight. This is, he says, the focus you can apply to your 'longer-term goals - projects over time.' You want to write a book. You want to set up a business. ...It's called the starlight because when you feel lost, you look up too the stars, and you remember the direction you are travelling in. If you become distracted from your starlight, he said, you 'lose sight of the longer-term goals.' You start to forget where you are headed. The third layer of your attention is your daylight. This is the form of focus that makes it possible for you to know what your longer-term goals are in the first place. How do you know you want to write a book? ...Without being able to think clearly, you won't be able to figure these things out. He gave it this name because it's only when a scene is flooded with daylight that you can see the things around you most clearly. If you get so distracted that you lose you sense of the daylight, James says, 'In many ways you may not even be able to figure out who you are, what you wanted to do, [or] where you want to go.' He believes that losing your daylight is 'the deepest form of distraction,' and you may even begin 'decohering.' This is when you stop making sense to yourself, because you don't have the mental space to create a story about who you are. You become obsessed with petty goals, or dependent on simplistic signals from the outside world like retweets. You lose yourself in a cascade of distractions. You can only find your starlight and your daylight if you have sustained periods of reflection, mind-wandering and deep thought. James has come to believe that our attention crisis is depriving us of all three of these forms of focus. We are losing our light.

I have everything I want. The fame. The stardom. I’ve reached success others can only fantasize about. I see my name and face on beauty products. It’s a dream! The spotlight, I mean. I’m afraid this marriage is falling apart and hasn’t been working for years. I suspect all the women he’s been with. Too many to name. But if I bring it up, he gets mad and even denies it. And if I leave now…I could lose everything I’ve worked for. He made my fortune. He can take it away. For now, I will just pose and smile. But I hate to admit, something is still missing.

Honor was wearing an ankle-length black skirt and a flowing blouse, with flat shoes that seemed to anchor her to the ground. Her gray-black hair shone in the spotlight. She was not a young woman. She had been through plenty. “I believe that we don’t choose our stories,” she began, leaning forward. “Our stories choose us.” She paused and took a sip of water. Her hand, I noticed, was steady. “And if we don’t tell them, then we are somehow diminished.” Diminished. The word went through me like a bolt. I pulled out the small notebook I carry with me and scribbled down what she had just found the grace to say. There it was. All of it. I thought of my favorite passage in the Gnostic Gospels: If we bring forth what is within us, it will save us. If we do not bring forth what is within us, it will destroy us. And what the Bhagavad Gita has to say about dharma: Better is one’s own dharma though imperfectly carried out than the dharma of another carried out perfectly. I knew about the struggle for authenticity. The mining for words to collect together what felt impossibly broken. I wanted to gather up in my arms all that was lost to me. I wanted nothing less than to remake my world. A writer afraid of her own subject—whatever it might be—is a frozen creature, trapped in the inessential.

I didn’t have to worry about being the girl until I made the JV team freshman year and suddenly, a girl playing on the boys’ team was newsworthy. I’ve done everything I can to stay out of the spotlight. I write the articles. I don’t star in them.

Julian curses his fixation: Ultimately, he should have his time writing down the conversations that floated up from the bar beneath the apartment he shared with Karla. That would have been much better. Instead of spotlighting a dead image, he should write about lives like that boy’s in 1984. Instead of making literature, he should have lost himself among familiar mirrors. He imagines a novel with only two chapters: the first, very short, records what the boy knew at the time; the second, very long, practically infinite, relates what the boy didn’t know. It’s not that he wants to write that story. It isn’t a future project. It’s more like he wishes he had written it years ago and could read it now.