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National Novel Writing Month?
I am, but only if I finish the two books I am working on now.
One of these two books I started years ago–and very nearly completed during NaNoWriMo.
Whatever the case, we get prepared this month for what will happen next.
Do your normal writing.
But, in addition,
Develop two characters this week.
Flesh them out.
Make a file for each.
Who are they?
Do you like them?
Do you plan on using them next month?
Is one your main character?
Is one a villain?
Are they lovers?
Think of every possibility about these two. Remember to ask (for both), what does he want? And why does he want this thing?
by Lisa Sledge
Please don’t hate me when I tell you. I slept through two-thirds of the final action sequence in Avengers. In my defense, the action went on for a very long time. Don’t get me wrong, action/adventure films and books are high up on my list of favorites. So what happened? How could I sleep through the climax?
I could predict the ending.
I didn’t care.
I read a lot of blogs on writing. One common thread of advice is that the best way to capture an audience’s attention is to ratchet up the tension from the very first page and never let it stop. That readers will only care to finish the book if they’re riveted by an unending series of action.
What crappy load of garbage to feed aspiring writers (and yes, I definitely still fit in the “aspiring” category).
A reader will finish if they care. Action isn’t intense unless we’re desperately cheering for the hero/heroine. It isn’t enough to like them. We have to be invested in their relationships, troubles, and fears. We have to love them enough to be scared for them.
This week as we’re writing, let’s stop trying to hook our readers with series of unending action. The action can happen . . . but it’s not the most important thing. Let’s first strive to write a world with characters whose problems capture a reader’s heart.
That should be our goal.
It was a wild few weeks.
I got to finally hangout on the Florida beach. See my cute friend. Eat a lobster. Drink a beverage that’s a “double” skinny dip. And get my bag ripped apart because Mom insisted I bring her some Florida sand.
It was great.
But I am glad to be back.
I love my state. I love my sisters. And my friends.
The fall weather is making me feel weird. But I’m hoping those weird feelings mean I can start writing again. My brain hasn’t been doing its job lately. Hopefully that can change.
I am going to finish Shirley Jackson’s novel We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
Believe it or not, Mom read this book to us as children and I fell in love. Rereading it I am still in love.
I love good books. I hope I can write one.
However, I’m excited! Today will be my first day writing in my brand new office chair.
With a ten year warranty.
I can now say Books Written BC and AC.
Yesterday was my birthday.
My girls gave me this new chair, a container of sand from FL and a PERFECT shell found in the ocean, an expensive pillow, a sweet trinket, lamp shades for some rockin’ garage sales lamps I found a few years back (3 bucks a piece), and something that may arrive today.
I didn’t ask for the chair, which I needed most of all.
They could see what the old one had done to me, physically. And they heard about it. Finally I pulled in a kitchen chair, but the damage was already done.
Saturday night they surprised me with this gift.
Here’s what most important about this. Now in control of their gift-giving (and they have been for years), they paid attention and got me something that I needed.
While I am so grateful to be divorced, it’s hard to not have a partner, to always carry the burden. I’m always worried about money, about my children, about my friends, about deadlines.
And I’m lonely, sad, overworked and underpaid, lots of times heartbroken. The feel-sorry-for-myself-list goes on forever. I would have never purchased this for myself.
(It’s so huge and comfortable and soft. AND leather!)
I haven’t been this touched by a gift in, maybe, forever.
People listened to me with their hearts.
My girls did.
After they gave me the chair, I felt a little less lonely.
I could relate this to writing and talk about what’s important to your character and how does she feel now and how is she changed. I could ask about her family and her relationships and ask what does she need. But I’m not going to. I’m going to say I’m changed because my girls listened and because this gift showed me they love me. I’ve kinda needed this.
Thank you Carolina, Elise, Laura, Kyra and Caitlynne.
Thank you for caring.
by Lisa Sledge
At least, that’s how it feels these days.
I’m on my second draft. It’s a complete rewrite of the first.
It’s as if I took my baby and chopped it up into tiny bits. I’ve deleted characters, scenes, and subplots that didn’t go anywhere. Now I’m stitching in new material to fill in the gaps, changing the narrative voice (kind of a big deal), and deciding what remains to be salvaged from the old. It’s not much.
My book is a mess, but at least it’s an improvement over the first. So that’s encouraging.
With any luck, however long it takes to get to a final version, I hope I’ll be successful hiding the stitches and seams of my revisions. I hope I can blend the bits and pieces of my manuscript together in a way that appears natural.
I’m grateful for fresh readers who look at my writing and give me honest opinions. After staring at it so long, I can’t tell what’s working and what I only think is working. I cling to reassuring voices for dear life.
And I ask myself, am I having fun right now?
No. Not especially. What I’m doing is honest to goodness hard work.
But even if every moment isn’t a party, I love ending a writing session and knowing that my story is better because of what I did that day.
Patience. Determination. Perseverance. It’s bound to add up to something.