B. U. G. S.

I got a HUGE number of comments this time, which makes me very happy in itself.

But I took a look at them and I realized something.

They are all Whitaker Blog length.

They are all clear as glass.

They all make a point or two and quit.

Every one of them radiates confidence, “This is what I have to say and you are interested in it,” but not one of them contains the slightest bit of pretentiousness: “This is true or it is not true. That’s up to you and I couldn’t care less.”

The Whitaker Seminar has done a job so perfect that is almost unnoticable. All the lectures in the world couldn’t have made you write like this. But over amillion words of hard work on my part, and what I can now confidentally say is a consistent attitude, has produced the kind of thinking and writing on your part that I spent my life accomplishing.

You don’t know the stages you have been spared, and you don’t want to.

Many times I have had people tell me, “I can’t understand it. I have no trouble expressing my ideas verbally , but when I try to write them out, I can’t do it.”

My reply back then was, “Can you fix a television set?”

The would give me that look most people give me when they are wondering whether this nut might get violent, and say, “No, I can’t fix a TV set.”

I would then say, “Then what makes you think you can just sit down and WRITE? If you want to fix TV sets you have to learn how. You can’t just naturally fix a set because you own one. You can’t just write because you can talk.”

So my commenters are never going to fullly appreciate what they got from me.

It is true that if you can express your opinions verbally you are well on your way to expressing them in written form. But it takes work to make the transition.

You MUST understand this example:

Let’s say you are a man teaching a woman to shoot a gun.

First you have to get over the “Bang!” bit. That scares men, too: “This is not a theory. This is a real gun I have here.”

Our Great Hero, Bob Whitaker Himself, can fire a fullly automatic weapon calmly, but a twelve-gauge shotgun still bothers the hell out of me. That kick is hard. The noise makes me want to jump.

So after you have had her shoot a few rounds, she is ready to actually aim the thing.

You say, “Point it at the target and shoot.” She does a pretty good job.

Then your Macho and your Expertise kicks in.

You say, “Don’t PULL the trigger, SQUEEZE the trigger…”

And other Classic Gun Expert Lines.

The woman WAS pretty proud of herself for coming near the target and not being afraid of the gun

By the time you have coached her on all that “Squeeze the trigger” crap, she has gone from competence to the Incompetent Female she is supposed to be.

Beore she had hit pretty near the target. She was proud of herself.

But after you have switched to the Macho Male Mode, she is trying to remember all the rules you impressed her with. The gun waves around and she is afraid of the trigger.

The probablity that she wil hit the center of the target is exactly the same as the probability that she will hit you.

You’re bigger, but you’re BEHIND her. Those factors balance out.

You have proved that you are The Expert Male. So she needs more lessons from you.

Writing is much the same.

The reason I can teach a woman to shoot is because I am only interested in making her able to carry a gun.

The reason I can teach you to write is because I am interested in your using that talent to save my race.

Now to one of Bob’s favorite words:

Period.

The secret of writing is simple, but NOT EASY: Figure out exactly what you want to say, cut it down mercilessly, and then say it.

I did not take you through the “Squeeze the trigger” bit. I never tried to impress you .

I made fun of myself when I fell into the “Squeeze the trigger” mode.

And I just said “Point at the target” and kept doing it and doing it and doing it, demonstrating what I meant, for over a million words, part of which you read.

I taught her to shoot. I taught you to write.

My sister pulled a dirty trick on her husband and my nephew that I will never forget.

They took her to a skeet range and told her she had to hit the skeets with the shotgun.

So she hit the skeets with the shotgun.

Then she said, “What do I do next?”

Hey, dumb-dumb, you don’t do anything NEXT!

You happen to be a natural with a gun, and only some good “Squeeze the trigger!” crap could have kept you from doing what came naturally. I said it was a dirty trick on my brother-in-law and my nephew,

They didn’t mind. But a Real Man would have been crushed.

My sister has the family genes that make her a good shot.

She is a good shot.

You are now writers.

But you will never be able to say what agonies you went through to become writers.

I can, because I went through the “Squeeze the trigger!” stage.

What you got from me you would cost you a fortune and lots of effort at a writing school.

You got it free because I want you to help me save my race.

Now sic ’em.