So, I sent my dear fiancée half of the book. I could maybe have made it but there is a thing with writing that should never be neglected: You need to be in the zone.
I could have thrown that missing scene together – it is not a key scene, but it contains an important description. I could have edited the rest of the book last night for the most part. But I was not able to elevate myself to that mental level that you need, if you want to write something truly good or make useful edits.
I wrote a small bit (that I am not happy with) for NaNoWriMo instead – I feel I should write as often as I can, even if it ends up in the trash. The NaNoWriMo project is just a first draft and a completely different theme, style, language and feeling. However, I could not have written anything that was seriously supposed to be sent out for evaluation.
So I very consciously decided not to write on my pet project yesterday. Let’s call this “failing consciously“. This feeling may be the same consciousness that you need to realize that a scene you wrote is crap and consequently delete it, even if it has 3,000+ words. It’s part of the writing process and as long as it does not persist, it is at least not a writer’s block.
I swear I keep thinking that I can start editing from chapter 1 and will have reached the showdown by the end of the day. It’s absolutely idiotic. I am not even a fast reader (and you should not read fast when editing).
Why am I complaining about this? Well – I have set myself a deadline – my fiancée needs to get this thing by November 1st so I can start NaNoWriMo and I am still missing at least one scene and a lot of editing.
I am running out of time.
Tonight, my work colleagues and I will have a cocktail party and then head out for Halloween – we got a decent Lewis Carroll group together, starring Alice, The Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit, the Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat (that woud be me) and a playcard. So inbetween working, writing a book and trying to survive (you know, eating and such), I have also been sewing on my costume like an idiot.
Thursday is a holiday, but it is already packed with things (first and foremost sleeping until I am sober). It’s also the day my second draft needs to get done. (I’ll keep you posted on my failure to meet that deadline).
Friday is a work day and in the evening I’ll be leaving for a Wellness-Hotel with my colleagues.
I’ll bring my laptop for NaNoWriMo, but I doubt 1,666 words/day is going to happen.
Time for a backup plan: It’s not like my fiancée can edit that thing in one weekend, if I can’t. So she’ll get the current draft and an update ASAP.
Next A Writer’s Journey will either be about words of speech, writing conflict, art commissions or query letters. We’ll see. 😉 Does anyone have any preferences?
Novels have Chapters
When I started writing my book, I always knew it would have chapters. Who can imagine a book without chapters?! Books need structure! That is pretty much where I originally stopped thinking until I came across some posts that prompted me to consider that chapters are not necessarily things that just happen by chance, but deserve a bit of careful consideration. In today’s “A Writer’s Journey” I want to talk about figuring out when to start and end chapters.
The next A Writer’s Journey will hopefully come this week and deal with “Chapters“.
I was distracted all weekend by finishing the second draft of my book. (I am missing one scene somewhere near the end and a bit of copy-editing to weed out typos.)
The book is supposed to go out to my fiancée this week so she can give me her critique and corrections.
In other words: I have been quite busy!
I am looking for NaNoWriMo buddies.
This is my first year and I feel rather shy about making requests. I do not care what language you write in, I just want to stay motivated and see what others are up to.
If you are logged into your NaNoWriMo account you can contact me here.
On a note, I just stumbled across the original short story that later developed into my book. I actually thought I had lost it in my big hardware crash of 2012, but to my vast surprise, I still own a functional copy.
Except for the general gist, I have definitely forgotten all about it. Really, I do not even remember what the point of it was.
Unfortunately, the electronic copy I found does not have a valid time stamp. Everything in the folder it is residing in has the modifcation date which seems to be connected to the moment in which the contents were last backed up. Supposedly the document was created in 2011 and last modified in 2007. I must be a time traveler! (It is more likely, though, that the story was written between 1998-2005, backed up in 2007 and copied to the hard drive in 2011.)
I am now debating whether I should actually read it and what it will do to me if I do. It will probably nag on me because I can’t remember – for the life or me – what the plot of that story was.
I was not ever a big fan of prologues. Oftentimes, prologues seem detached from the story and nothing ever really starts until you get to the first chapter. Since I have begun writing my book, I have both loved and hated the prologue and rewritten that damn thing over and over again. I have thrown it out and put it back repeatedly.