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Describe an interesting experience you've had with one of your readers.
When Empire Falls came out, the first stop on my book tour was Denver. Perhaps because the school shooting in Paducah, Kentucky, was the real world inspiration for the brutal climax of that novel, it didn't occur to me that there might very well be people from Littleton at my Denver reading. There were. The first woman I spoke to....

Redefining Laziness: An Original Essay by Richard Russo

Bridge of Sighs, my new novel, was six years in the writing, and one of the things I'm certain to be asked while I'm out promoting it is, "What took you so long?" It's a question I've been asked often over the years and mostly I don't mind, because it suggests that my readers are anxious for a new Richard Russo novel. But trailing that compliment is an unstated implication — that the delay must be the result of laziness. To defend against this all too reasonable inference, I'll likely point out that I also wrote several screenplays during the period I was at work on the novel, though this explanation is fraught with its own impressive array of difficulties. When a novelist confesses to writing screenplays, isn't he just redefining laziness? After all, a movie script is only one hundred and twenty pages, most of that white space. Some dialogue, a few spare dramatic instructions like, "a gun battle erupts," periodic slug lines to tell where all this is happening. You call this work? Worse, aren't you substituting a particularly malignant form of indolence for a more benign one? After all, screenwriting is both well-paid and glamorous, its potential for corruption extreme. I have a writer friend, one I rarely see these days, who asks each time we do meet if I'm still writing movies. "Aren't you afraid of what that's doing to you as an artist?" he asks as if I'd just admitted to doing crack cocaine or that I found Paris Hilton interesting. He studies me carefully for signs of spiritual corruption, of selling out, and when I answer that no, I have other things to worry about, he smiles sadly that I should be so deluded.

Okay, sure, there are dangers. One of the screenplays I worked on after I'd started Bridge was Empire Falls, the fine HBO miniseries based on my novel. I'd originally argued that someone else should write it, explaining that while I loved the characters, the novel had exhausted me and I felt played out. Fresh eyes, a new take, would be just what the project needed. But Paul Newman talked me into doing it anyway, explaining that if I didn't, the movie probably wouldn't get made. So I put Bridge on the back burner for awhile, and later I worked on both projects simultaneously for more than a year. In the years that followed, still plugging away at the book, I wrote two more screenplays. It's true I worried more or less constantly that I might be harming Bridge by dividing my attentions, much as I used to worry back when I was a teacher that my students were sapping all my creative energy. But for them, I used to imagine, I could write my novels twice as fast, which meant twice as many of them. Past the midway point of each semester, after which I'd be swamped by my students' more immediate needs, I was never able to do much of my own work, and I always wondered if, when I finally got back to my novel-in-progress, it would welcome me. But here's the thing: it always did. I might have a few rough days getting back in the swing, but then there it would be, as alive as when I'd temporarily abandoned it. Sometimes, there'd even be an added bonus. While ignoring it, I'd have come to some important understanding about the book that hadn't been there when I was staring at it every day. It's been the same with my screenwriting. I worry, but I've come to understand that my books just seem to take as long as they take, a fact that drives not just me but my agent crazy. He seems to think that if I could just clear the decks, focus my attention on one important thing, I should be able to complete the task more quickly. I agree. It should work that way. Why doesn't it?

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