Chapter 10. Adjustments and Tune-ups for Your Identity


It’s like the Wizard of Oz. We’re looking for a wizard, seeking a heart, a brain, courage, and the wizard says you already have these things. All you need to do is use them. When you believe in your great indomitable self, then all things are possible.

—Marva Collins


Rob turned on his television and was flipping through the channels when an episode of the reality show X-Factor caught his eye. Though he didn’t usually watch such shows, one contestant kept him from flipping to the next channel. He watched 17-year-old Emmanuel Kelly tell how he and his brother had been found as severely injured infants in war-torn Iraq, with no way to know how old they were because they had no birth certificates. Kelly said of his adoptive Australian mother, “I was born in the middle of a war zone. My brother and I were found by nuns in a box in a park, in a shoebox.... It was like looking at an angel when my mum walked through the orphanage door. She brought us both to Australia for surgery originally and then, sort of, Mum fell in love with both of us. My hero would have to be my mother.”

With no left hand, and holding to the microphone stand with part of a right hand, the young man sang Lennon’s song Imagine. “Imagine there’s no countries, it isn’t hard to do, nothing to kill or die for....” Rob was struck by how comfortable Kelly seemed in his own skin. When Kelly rushed into the arms of his mother and brother after his performance, the love that had generated this confident identity glowed from the group hug. Growing up as he had, nurtured in such raw affection after a rocky start, made all the difference for Kelly.

Rob turned off the TV and began mulling over how some quite healthy and whole people seem filled with doom and gloom, whereas this singer had just bubbled with a healthy and whole identity. The confidence and exuberance of the young singer compared to all those with doubts who have so much more than the Iraqi orphan was a punch to the stomach for Rob—and should have been a wake-up call for more appreciation and zest in life by quite a few viewers.

The phone rang. Rob answered and heard Dutch’s voice. “Could you stand a cup of coffee? Hop over to our usual spot. There’s something I’d like you to hear.”

Rob entered the coffee shop barely ten minutes later, and there sat Dutch with Stella “Best Deal” Sturgis. You couldn’t drive anywhere in Blakenfield without seeing a colossal image of her on a billboard or on the side a truck she’d loaned out to those who bought homes through her agency. She was a regular commercial star, too, and her ever-present claim for always having “the best deal around” was her catch phrase.

Rob got a cup of coffee and was lowering himself into a chair at their table as he joined them when Dutch said, “Stella is having an identity crisis.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a crisis,” she said. “I’d say an epiphany.” Stella had smoked in her younger years and now had a voice like gravel being poured out of a bucket. That, coupled with the kind of stern face you might find on a school librarian at a military school, should have made her an imposing figure. But Rob had known her for years, both from seeing her at public events where she’d been a prominent community leader, and from mowing lawns for her real estate agency. She might sound like a Marine drill sergeant, but she was as sweet as anyone’s favorite aunt.

Stella turned to Rob. “I recently got the listing for the storefront where Dutch used to have his book shop. Dutch told me you worked there for him, so he thought you’d enjoy hearing this. I was going through the empty store, looking around, and it started me thinking. You may not know this, because I certainly don’t advertise it, but one of my secret little deals with the world is always to leave things better than I found them.”

“When she sold all that acreage for that development in the south end of town, she wrangled to set aside enough land for a ball field and talked them into adding hiking and biking trails around the development,” Dutch said. “A lot of people don’t know that.”

“I shoot for little things, too,” she said. “I’ve helped wrangle financing from banks for young couples getting started. I always make sure there are no unpleasant surprises for homebuyers who go through me. I’ve had foundations firmed up and new roofs put on. But I don’t say that to brag—I tell you this to illustrate something I’ve learned about myself.”

Rob lowered his cup and leaned closer. “Do tell.” It seemed everyone had more dimensions since he’d been paying attention to identity, and that made them more interesting.

“The thing is,” Stella said, “I used to thrill in the chase, in besting competing agencies and closing a deal while they were still getting into gear. I was a Vince Lombardi kind of gal. For me, winning wasn’t everything—it was the only thing. I used to need to be that bigger-than-life character radiating in-your-face success. I was winning, all right, but I didn’t always enjoy those glances in the mirror. Maybe trying to always do something extra good for my clients was compensation. At any rate, I sat down with myself and said it was decision time. I’ve had a long and successful career, although I might have been a bit misguided about what ‘success’ was really all about, and I’m old enough to retire. I also asked myself what I really liked about what I did. My answer was, I really got the most kick out of making my clients’ lives a little better, by going the extra mile for them. And I finally figured out that the little things in life wear people down or lift them up. So I asked myself, why don’t I try to provide a little lift here and there on a full-time basis?”


I really got the most kick out of making my clients’ lives a little better, by going the extra mile for them.


Rob’s coffee had cooled enough for him to take a sip. He did so and waited.

Stella rubbed her hands together, and a glimmer showed in her eyes. “Here’s my plan. I’m going to leave my business to my two nieces, and I’m going to open a thrift shop in the storefront where Dutch used to have his bookstore. This town doesn’t have one, so it meets a need. Plus, I’ll be retired and in better shape than most, so I don’t even need a salary. Everything I clear can go to charities. If I get too much stock, I can get folks to haul some of it to the nearest Goodwill. And not only will the store do some good, but it can be a community spot again, with bake sales out front and clubs meeting there, just like when Dutch had his store. What do you think?”

Rob glanced toward Dutch, who was beaming. Rob said, “I think it’s a great idea. But what made you decide to take this particular leap?”

“Ah, good question, my young man. Sometimes people, well-intentioned or otherwise, get off track, particularly about what really matters. They may even need to reinvent themselves. Sometimes they can fix things themselves; other times, they need the help of friends and family. When I realized what really makes me happy, I redefined success for myself and decided to do something about it,” Stella said. “I want to like the person I see in the mirror a little more each day, and I plan to do that by spending each day helping people make their lives a little better. I think a community thrift shop will be a perfect place to do just that.”

A couple months later, Rob drove by and saw Girl Scouts selling cookies outside the old store. He found a parking place and went over to the store where he’d once sold quite a few books. Inside, Stella looked up from unpacking a box and waved to him. The shelves were filled and clothes hung from racks. “Who’d ever have thought that a person could end up with so much from other people’s used stuff?” she said. The town had sure rallied around the shop (with a little of Dutch’s influence) and the goods had come pouring in, from churches, clubs, individuals, and just about everywhere. Stella looked around at all the merchandise, as if a little amazed herself at how her little miracle was coming along. She pointed toward an oak dresser with a beveled-glass mirror. “Now I can look in there and feel pretty good about what I see.”


She took a hard, clear look at her identity and redefined what success meant.


Stella did something not everyone does. She took a hard, clear look at her identity and redefined what success meant. To her, the refreshing feel of honest, helpful toil was freedom.

Step # 8—Win by a Decision

What you are in this world is the result of the decisions you have made so far in your life. The choices you make now will be one of your greatest challenges. Consider carefully how they will have an impact on your personal life, family, profession and career, and, of course, your long-term vision.

Discussion


The successful person makes a habit of doing what the failing person doesn’t like to do.

—Thomas Edison


If you’ve been on the Internet, you’re no stranger to people who add comments to news stories. They may use aliases that seem to free them to say some nasty things. That’s what identity is not. That’s a masked mob feeding the mean wolf inside. If those same people were constrained to be transparent, to use a real name, like Ralph B. Jackson instead of ScooterPie7, would they say some of the same things? I doubt it. Yet some people aren’t kind and value-driven when hiding behind the mask of a fake name. Some are mean. Is that where you want to be? Hopefully you can be you—and openly you!

Aside from the transparency issue, life can dish up a lot of curves in the path to your identity. You may stumble and face obstacles, even personal disasters. You need to be prepared to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again. You might even look up, as Stella did, and not like everything you see about yourself. Sometimes you can be your own worst enemy. You need to learn how to avoid that—or, at least, how to recover if you find yourself headed in that direction.


We keep bumping up against seemingly different concepts of identity. As you read the story of Syd Field, you might see it the way Syd tells it—that he progressed through a sequence of extreme identity makeovers. Or you might conclude that the emergence of his true identity just took a little while. See what you think.



Syd Field is acclaimed as the “guru of all screenwriters” by CNN and “the most sought-after screenwriting teacher in the world” by the Hollywood Reporter. The internationally celebrated author of eight books on screenwriting, his book Screenplay is considered “the Bible” of the film industry, published in some 28 languages and used in more than 450 major colleges and universities around the country. He has conducted screenwriting workshops all over the world and has been a special script consultant to the governments of Argentina, Australia, Austria, Brazil, Germany, Israel, Mexico, and more. He has been commissioned to conduct special executive workshops by the Disney Studios, 20th Century Fox, Universal Studios, the Nike Corporation, and others. Field was inducted into the prestigious Final Draft Hall of Fame in 2006 and is currently on faculty in the celebrated Masters of Professional Writing Program at USC. Much of Hollywood uses his screenplay paradigm, or rebels against it, so Syd has made his mark. Still, he has learned that even though he has a firm handle on his own identity, he has to stay light on his feet and be able to reinvent himself. Here is his story, in his own words.

When I was growing up, I had to cope with having an older brother—four years older, to be exact—who was the apple of my parents’ eye. They named my father’s furniture company, Morton’s Furniture, after him. He was always such a “good” boy that he never did anything wrong in their eyes and was held up to me as a shining example of how I was supposed to be. I rebelled and decided that if he was the “good one,” I was going to get even by being the “bad one” and getting in trouble a lot of the time.

This was just my stubbornness at work. So growing up, I, along with all my friends, were more into rebellion than anything else. In high school, we were the guys endlessly in some kind of trouble. We were also the star athletes on the track team, so we got away with it most of the time. My family still remembers what a concern I became to my mother after my father died when I was 12. She feared that I wasn’t going to make it in life because I was always getting into trouble and I showed no apparent aptitude for anything other than athletics. By the time we graduated high school, Jimmy Dean was a rising star. My friend Frank met Dean by accident, and Jimmy started hanging out with us as we strolled down Hollywood Boulevard looking for trouble—and find it we would. We got in a lot of fights and ended up in juvenile hall. We were everything being a rebel was about.

Jimmy Dean somehow found in us a freedom and another way to look at his life. Instead of living the structured life of an actor, for him it became the unstructured life of freedom, of which acting was a part. About a year after Jimmy made Rebel Without a Cause, we realized that our group of guys were the “bad guys” model for the movie. So we started to play that role full on. And then my mother died. My aunt accused me of murdering my mother. She didn’t really mean it. She was sick with loss and grief. Of course, it took years for me to understand that she didn’t mean it. But when my mother died on my birthday, I started to turn my personality around. Out of choice, I didn’t continue as the overt, getting-in-trouble, loud-mouthed attention getter. I became the quiet and introverted one. I said, “I’m not going to be an athlete. I’m not going to run track anymore.” (I was a member of the track team at USC the year we became national champions.)

Instead, I went to U.C. Berkeley and morphed from being a loudmouth attention getter to a quiet, introverted person who focused on being “good.” I attempted to fulfill the promise I had made my mother just before she died, that I was at heart a good boy. This meant I would become a professional person: doctor, lawyer, Indian chief—whatever she wanted, that’s what I was going to be.

At Berkeley, I was drifting, not knowing where I was going and still searching for what I wanted. I started acting and had good success. Then I met my mentor, Jean Renoir, the French film director, screenwriter, actor, producer, and author. As a film director and actor, he made more than 40 films, from the silent era through the end of the 1960s. As an author, he wrote the definitive biography of his father, the painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir, and as a man, he changed the direction of my life. Renoir said to me, “The future is film—don’t waste your time with English literature, don’t waste your time trying to be a professional person, the future is film!” He wrote me a letter saying to the UCLA film department, “Let this kid in.”

And so they did. I went to UCLA for a year. I was there with Ray Manzarek and Jim Morrison. They were punk rockers at the time, and they created a garage band called the Doors. We all made films together and hung out together, and then they went into music, and my uncle got me a job as a gofer in the film business. I worked in shipping at Wolper, a studio praised for Roots, Willy Wonka, and Thorn Birds. First and foremost, Wolper was a documentary film producer. This was really the period that defined my life, because it gave me a direction. In retrospect, that’s when I found out I had choices to make in my life. Film was a big arena. If I wanted to be in film, what did I want to do in film? And the answer was, well, go into production in some way. But serendipitous circumstances drove me to look for a writer’s job. Because I was the only one at Wolper who really figured out how the library worked, I volunteered to do research.

When I was at Wolper doing research for five years, I was still a young kid, and I learned that I could find stuff. That was my gift—I could find stuff. I found the actual Bay of Pigs footage that was shot on the boat as they were going to invade Cuba. I found Grace Kelly’s first modeling spread, shot when she was 17 years old in high school. I found the first film Marilyn Monroe ever made—a Union 76 commercial. She went by her maiden name of Norma Jean Baker at that time.

I was learning that I could find things if I set my mind to it. I became aware that, with this change in mental strategy and energy, I could put that energy out into the world and opportunities would start to find me. I could then make different choices about who I wanted to be as a person and what I wanted to do. I remember the “aha!” moment when I recognized that I could make the choice to be a success or a nonsuccess. That literally changed my life. In that moment, I realized that I could choose the life I wanted.


With this change in mental strategy and energy, I could put that energy out into the world and opportunities would start to find me.


This was also when I had the opportunity to write my first book and to start teaching. This was back in the ’70s. These were times of great exploration and great experimentation. I was fortunate to be within the crucible of that change in the film industry. We were all setting out along this unknown path of experimentation in making television the way we wanted to see television. You can’t do that now, of course—but that’s how we started, going around to show what could be done and creating what we called entertainment documentaries, the forerunner of shows like Law and Order.

When I started out teaching, I was terrible. I was the worst you can imagine, because I had this position that, if I’m hired to be the teacher and you guys are the students, I have to know something that you don’t. It made me just the worst teacher. Students were leaving in droves every night. I could figure out it wasn’t working; so, I thought, “Why don’t I be a student and they be the teacher?” I opened up class to answer questions from the students. I answered from my own experience as a reader, a writer, and now a teacher. I began to realize that everybody has the same questions regarding how to write a screenplay.

How do you tell your story? How do you structure a story? How do you create the characters, write more effective dialogue, and shape strong and complex characters? This became the structure for the book. I read a lot of screenplays along the way—at least 10,000 to 15,000, and probably 20,000 by now. I’ve sold screenplays, had a few produced, and had quite a few optioned. As I’m looking back, I see that there were certain signposts that directed me as I was moving along this path. I didn’t even know that teaching was one of them until I found out that I could take questions from people and not be an ass in front of the class or assume I knew something they didn’t know. I went back to writing and finally sat down to pull chapter outlines together for a book. I wrote an introduction and then two chapters, and got it sold within two weeks. I’ve been writing and teaching all over the world ever since.

Now the whole business of film is being reinvented. The power of the big studios and the mainstream media is vanishing, just like the world changed in the music industry. All of us in the business have to reinvent our identities and roles in the business of film and television.

What’s interesting to me is the growth I’m going through right now. At this moment in time, and after all these years, I’m still not clear about understanding who I am in terms of identity, because I’m changing now with the current of the times, reinventing my identity as I am carried along by the current. Identity to me is a conscious thing, and any conscious thing lives and grows and changes and adapts to the times. If you don’t adapt, it’s over. You see that all the time. People who can’t adapt get locked in nonsuccess until they perish.

People who cannot adapt to the present time is what Sam Peckinpah, one of my mentors, used to write about. He believed that there were unchanged men in changing times, so he made The Wild Bunch, in which you have four outlaws who are out of time. In a similar vein, you have Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The characters go to Bolivia because they can’t adapt to the times of the railroad, to the telephone, to the check; they’re out of business because all they know how to do is rob banks. In The Wild Bunch, it’s the same way—all they know how to do is rob banks. Their trade, their identity, is of a bank robber. However, at that time, in 1907, things had changed, and they didn’t know how to adapt to the change. So this idea about unchanged men in changing times is really important, and that’s exactly what I’m beginning to understand.


People who can’t adapt get locked in nonsuccess until they perish.


I either have to adapt or it’s over. Period.


Questions to Consider

1. Do you tend to be your own worst enemy? List a few of your favorite ways.

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2. Are things you rebel against controlling you?

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3. Syd Field talked about some of the important mentors in his life. Who could you ask to become your mentor?

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