One of Phil's notebooksOur 16,000-mile, four-month journey, which took us from the subtropical Florida Keys to the Arctic Ocean, and from there to the drought-ravaged plains of central Texas (where we returned our rented trailer to its owner), was more than an adventure for me: It was work.

I’d signed a contract with Henry Holt & Co. to produce a book about the trip. They’d given me an advance against expenses. I was on an assignment, a fact that rode every mile with me, causing some anxiety. What if, through some unforeseen circumstance, like illness or a serious road accident, I wasn’t able to finish the journey? Or, assuming completion, I discovered that I didn’t have enough material for a book? Or, assuming I had enough, I found that I wasn’t able to deliver the goods?

I’ve written 15 books, fiction and nonfiction, and every one has been an act of will as much as anything else.

Now, I’ll turn to what I did and how I did it, beginning with my tool kit:

MacBook Pro laptop computer. Olympus digital voice recorder. Several field notebooks. Three bound diaries. Lots of pens and pencils.

One of the purposes of the trip was to find out what the lives of Americans were like at this point in our history, a time of war abroad and recession and political divisiveness at home. I wanted to hear from them answers to two questions I’d put to myself: What holds a country as vast and diverse as the United States together? Was it holding together as well as it once did?

Taking notesThe art of the casual interview

I used the Olympus to record interviews with more than 80 people from all walks of life. During the interviews, I jotted notes about their appearance, mannerisms, and important points they’d made. In a few instances, it was impractical to use the voice-recorder, so I did things the old-fashioned way – writing down what was said in a short-hand I’d developed over the years. In all cases, I tried to make these sessions as casual and conversational as possible. People are eager to tell their stories, but I’ve learned through experience that if they feel they’re being formally interviewed, they tend to become guarded, to watch their words. I wanted the people I met to speak to me as they would to a friend over coffee or lunch.

Because the Olympus’s sound quality was very poor on playback, I created an audio file on my MacBook Pro, plugged the recorder into the USB port, and uploaded the interviews. Sound quality was much improved on the laptop. I also backed up the audio files on flash drives.

Forcing myself to think before I write

There was much more to keep track of. In my field notebooks, I recorded the routes we followed and details about the towns we visited,  about landscapes, weather, and the things we did, like stalking a herd of wild bison with a camera, hiking trails in the Rocky Mountains, or panning for gold in Alaska. At the end of each day’s travel, I transcribed these fragmentary notes, along with my impressions, into one of my diaries. I like writing in longhand. It seems to force me to think before I write, rather than just blurt random musings with a keyboard, knowing I can delete them with a tap on a mouse or a trackpad.

Leslie TypingLeslie, less of a Luddite, maintained a daily blog on her laptop. After driving 300 or 400 miles, sometimes over rough roads, taking care of our two dogs, cooking and cleaning up, hitching and unhitching the trailer, etc., we would rather have had a cocktail and crawled into our sleeping bags than sit up for an hour or more, keeping our diaries and blogs current. But it had to be done.

Following Lewis and Clark’s trail and writing discipline

Much of our route west of the Mississippi followed Lewis and Clark’s trail across the Great Plains and the Rockies. They inspired us. Trekking over what was then a pathless wilderness, in all kinds of weather, the explorers kept meticulous records, writing with quill pens in leather-bound journals. Every day for two years and four months. How meticulous? Clark, the principal navigator, calculated that the expedition had covered 4,162 miles from the mouth of the Missouri River to the Pacific Ocean. Modern geographers, using state of the art technology, found that he was off by a mere 40 miles.

Meriwether Lewis also had a contract to write a book about his travels. He never finished it. Fact is, he never started it. A lot of reasons have been given for that – Lewis suffered from clinical depression, for example—but I wonder if the blank page intimidated that intrepid man more than the blank country he explored.

I’d begun worried that I might not have enough material. When I got home and sat down at my desk, I saw that I had too much, way too much: eighty-three recorded interviews, some up to two hours long; half a dozen field notebooks filled out cover to cover; four hundred pages of diary entries, and more than twenty file folders crammed with printed background information about the places we’d been. Plus Leslie’s blog posts, more than a hundred of them.

Writing and rewriting (and rewriting)

Making the trip was the easy part. Shaping that mountain of stuff into a coherent, informative, entertaining narrative was the hard part. The most tedious labor was listening to the interviews, some forty-odd hours worth, then taking notes on them, recording the times when someone said something worth quoting verbatim. Then came the writing and rewriting. That’s what writing is—rewriting over and over. A sentence can’t be an approximation, it must say exactly what you intended to say. Close only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.

Revising on the computer

Line by line onscreen editing

Leslie’s help was invaluable—she’s a professional editor, one of the best. And my editor at Holt, Aaron Schlechter, was a master at cutting the manuscript down to size and catching grammatical errors and other mistakes.

A long time ago, when I was a cub reporter, a hard-bitten old news editor gave me this advice: Kill Your Darlings.  A writer’s darlings are those verbal flourishes that he thinks are soaring examples of the prose art but are, more often than not, embarrassing examples of overwriting. I killed a lot of my darlings, but sometimes I couldn’t bring myself to plunge the knife into some glorious metaphor or paragraph. I then had to turn the assassination over to Leslie or Aaron.

“The Longest Road” underwent three complete revisions, the first draft of 500-plus manuscript pages pared down to 450, that to 350. Some chapters were revised five or six times. Altogether, writing the book took thirteen months, more than three times as long as the journey it describes.

Revision Piles


A lot of people, maybe most people, think they can write a book. Are you one of them? If so, as much as I hate to disillusion you, I have to say that you probably can’tBut read these words and be of good cheer:

“And further, by these, my son be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the body.” (Ecclesiastes, 12:12).

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