How Lewis Grizzard Changed My Life

I was filing out an application for a men’s mentoring program today (it’s with the C.S. Lewis Institute here in Atlanta), and among the many questions I had to answer was this:

20. What book, other than the Bible, has had the greatest impact on your life? Explain why.

It took me a while to think of it, but once I settled on my answer, I was amazed at just how much that one little book changed the trajectory of my future. This is not spiritual, at least not on the surface, but the book that most changed my life was Lewis Grizzard’s Elvis is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Good Myself.

I first read the book when I was in the sixth grade. My mother bought it as a pleasure read, but never quite got around to it. Something about the yellow paperback’s cover, a picture of Grizzard with a thermometer in his mouth and ice pack on his head, struck me as fascinating, and I quietly snuck the book out of my mom’s room and read it in one afternoon. I remember that I laughed at all of the jokes – even though this was an adult book with adult humor, everything resonated with me. It was the first glimpse of a truth about me: that I identified better with the generation ahead of me than I did with my own peers. My sensibilities, sense of humor, interests, observations, politics, and manners were more Baby Boomer than Gen X and I felt the same thing I felt when I stayed inside to listen to my parents and grandparents talk while the other kids went to play: that I was at home.

I loved the language, the irreverence, the risky-but-not-overt humor that everyone knew wasn’t like Mama’s but wouldn’t make Mama blush if she heard it; I loved the way that Grizzard was able to tell me about his plain life and make me interested. I had never read non-fiction before that (unless you count the Bible and my school books), and I had always assumed that non-fiction was boring. This opened up my eyes to the truth about story—narrative is the ebb and flow of all life, not just the stuff creative people make up. Grizzard’s book showed me that the average person is the central character in his or her own story while simultaneously being a major and/or minor character in countless other stories.

But I suppose what really makes this book most transformational in my life is the sheer fact that it made me want to write like Grizzard. I became a huge fan of his column in the AJC, and when it came time to select a career, and the college that would help prepare me for it, I followed in Lewis’ footsteps and chose the University of Georgia, majoring in Journalism. I gave up on that dream after my freshman year, but Lewis Grizzard’s book was so central to my choice that I never bothered considering any other school. It was UGA all the way.

I still find myself writing in the Grizzard tradition. I enjoy writing fiction, but I find that most of the time I connect best with people when I write in that columnist, everyman-observer, Southern boy style. I’ve found that I can write about anything that I want and be funny, serious, emotive, or all of the above within a single piece and people identify with it and embrace it. If I could have a career writing essays or columns that deal with my life as a parent or pastor or husband or Southern gentleman, I would be among the happiest men in the world, and I think in part it comes back to my salvation: I want to know that my life contributed something to the lives of others. My life – not what other people might expect from me, but who I am inside, no filters for public consumption.

I could go on, but in ways I couldn’t articulate, Elvis is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Good Myself was the awakening of the man I wanted to become, the man I am still striving to be. It remains a book that I read on a regular basis, even though some of the jokes aren’t as funny anymore; I can see in Grizzard a spiritual emptiness that leads to bitterness that I never noticed before, and it makes me sad for him, even as I determine to go in the opposite direction. But the book still reminds me of the stirring inside me to tell stories, to write well, to connect with people in a way that earns me an audience and the privilege to write about what I see is funny or true or meaningful or important about life. And it compels me to continue working toward the goal of being a published author, no matter how stacked the odds are against me. It is part of my purpose, I suppose, and Lewis Grizzard helped me find it.

Where Do You Find Inspiration?

Sometimes people read a particularly weird story or Facebook post of mine, and I’m inevitably bombarded with the same question from a thousand different angles:

“Where do you come up with this crap?”

I usually answer with “That’s just the way my brain works”, although I’m fond of Stephen King’s answer: “Utica.”

Creativity is a strange beast, and it comes and goes as it pleases. Often, I just wake up with a story or phrase on my mind and all it takes is getting in front of the typewriter.

Other times, I have to prostrate myself on the floor of my office and beg God for creative mercy. Sounds a little over-dramatic, but I do pray each day for some sort of inspiration, and often I get a great idea after praying or considering something that I’ve read in the Bible.

And then there are those times where inspiration is only a mouse-click away – those days when I open up the Firefox browser on my Mac and click on and the stories just pour out like a faucet. I particularly find good stuff on the Justice page, as well as the Politics and Tech pages.

And then you have the Associated Press, The New York Times, The Wall-Street Journal, and dozens of other news sites that every writer should have bookmarked in their browser. It also helps to have the local paper, in my case the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, linked, as those stories will tend to resonate a bit more because of proximity.

I happen to have found a great example of how my local paper comes through for me, and it would make an awesome B-grade horror movie or a great short story if done right. Apparently, there is a cell phone number that European carrier Mobitel has deactivated after the past three holders of the number died in succession – beginning with Mobitel’s own president. Here’s the link to prove I’m not making this up. Like I said, Inspiration comes from the strangest places…

Now – as a writer, I ask you: what would you do with the story about the cell phone number? Where does your imagination take you?