Writing Update – 3 Years In

Three years.

December 11, 2015 is more of a ceremonial date because I’m not sure how much writing I did at the start. Did I sit down and type, “Tildy sat up so quickly her head swam” – the first sentence of the first chapter – that first day? I don’t think so. I’m pretty certain I didn’t have her name yet. If memory serves, I started with the prologue, which has a boatload of too much historical context in it.

I recall thinking about a new direction for my story over the Summer of 2015. I started parts of it twenty-five years ago and I still liked much of the world I’d created. However, I needed to inject something into it: something to make it appeal to a broader audience and something to reinvigorate myself as a writer.

I wondered what kind of books the real world needed. It occurred to me that we could use more stories with empowered female characters, and they had to appeal to girls and boys. As simply as that, I was running, sprinting, in a new direction.

The writing came suddenly. One day I wasn’t writing; the next day I was.

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Three years later, and more than a thousand hours of effort, I’m coming up on 190,000 words, which is about 100,000 more than I intended. I’ve also removed characters, places, and scenes to cut another 30,000 words. And I’m pretty sure I’ll have a bit more culling to do.

jump around.gifThis month, I’m finishing up the final chapter and the epilogue, and then the mid-draft is complete. I’m now using this term instead of a numbering system for drafts because I’ve discovered I reaaaaaally don’t edit in a linear fashion. I read and edit. I jump around. Re-read and re-edit. I jump up, jump up, and get down. Some parts of the book have changed twenty times. Others have been touched once or twice. While it would be easier to tell someone, “I’m working on the third draft or eighth draft”, it’s just not accurate. I have the first draft, mid-draft, and final draft.

Once I finish the mid-draft, I print the beast: 374 pages of 12-point Arial font in MS Word. Thirty-seven chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue. If I keep my head down, and don’t write too many blog posts, maybe I can get this to the print shop before Christmas. This would allow me to start reading it over my holiday vacation, and hopefully, I’ll enjoy myself.

That is, until I whip out a dozen colored pens and start marking up the crap out of it. Call it my New Year’s Resolution.

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No no no: fuchsia is for typos, magenta for grammar, and rose for verb tense conflicts.

But it’s also the draft where I can hand a completed copy to a trusted reader or three. I’ve shared the beginning chapters with nearly twenty people now, but no one has read the entire thing completely. I’m asking a lot, so we’ll see if their enthusiasm wanes explodes with delight! As I mentioned in a recent post, That Time I Shared My Writing #2, I’m extremely grateful for my trusted readers, and I’ll take any feedback they have, even if it’s, “You lost me on page 1.”

After all of that, we’re on to the Final Draft, and then, maybe after that, I can start looking into literary agents and publishing. In a serious manner, though, not in the I’m-unmotivated-to-write-and-need-a-distraction-so-I’ll-daydream-and-do-“research” manner.

That’s the plan.

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As I was re-reading my one- and two-year anniversary posts (links below), I saw that I’d described some things I’d learned. Here are the big moments from Year 3, in no particular order:

  • I significantly under-described some scenes in the original draft. Or I decided I had plenty more to say. Candidly, I think some first-draft sections were glorified outlines.
  • Related to that, I finally found a consistent plotline that connected everything in a sensible way. Or so I think. Having not read it straight through myself, I guess we’ll see.
  • I’ve always been a huge gamer, and it’s been the bane of, well, many things. I think I struck a better balance this last year, and I often chose to game and write in an evening, instead of letting one monopolize my time.
  • I recommend connecting more with other creative people, even if they aren’t in your genre or medium. They’re as hungry for feedback as you are. I’m now exchanging time with a former colleague who’s starting a podcast, and we’re each interested in the other’s project.
  • No matter how many times I’ve lost my motivation or my rhythm, I’ve always gotten them back. Maybe I’m lucky. But also, I persevere when I can do nothing more than type with one finger or disparage every single word I’ve ever written ever. EVER. There will be black days, but man, there will be some brilliant ones, too.
  • And finally, one thing I re-learned. Writing can be your escape, your salvation, your energy, your love, your greatest hope. I do it because it’s all these things to me. After an extra-long workday, a gross commute, and a kid that wants to sit on my lap all evening to play iPad games, I can still be completely recharged by a couple hours of writing.

So, there you go. That’s what happens when a writer gets inspired and spends three years working on a project. There aren’t too many things in a person’s life that she or he spends this much time on, in my experience.

As much as it has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, it’s also been one of the most wonderful and rewarding and fulfilling. Here’s to a great 2019. Good luck with your own writing!

–Mike

PS: Click these links to see where I was after Year 1 and Year 2!


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Another Damned Damsel in Distress

In today’s post, I briefly explore unconscious bias and stereotypes. I could easily write 10,000 words about this (and I’ve also touched on it here, here, and here), but this blog is about the writing process, not the social deficiencies of our culture. So, I’ll share a little insight into my own process in the hopes it might help you recognize something you’d like to change in yours.

The title of this post came to me during my morning commute. I’d been thinking about writing my protagonist, which can be challenging when she is a thirteen-year-old girl and I am not. Of course, neither am I a wizard, dragon, slither-wither, or dreddendow. Nevertheless, it’s still something to consider because, in my experience, thirteen-year-old girls tend to be realer those other things, and therefore, people know more about them. In other words, I didn’t want to set myself up for some lazy, shortcut criticism of my story: Oh, another damned damsel in distress story.

A little more context about me. I’m a Gen-Xer, a small-town white kid whose life was 99%-filled with white people until I went to college. The stories of my childhood similarly lacked diversity: the majority had straight white heroes regularly saving women and/or children. Because clearly, helpless women and children give you the most “hero credit”. Unless perhaps you’re saving this baby pig.

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Sorry, helpless kiddos!

Call them tropes, call them trite, or call them tired, I learned a lot about right and wrong from my childhood tales. I also, unconsciously, learned about strength and weakness. As a writer, I’m learning how to, uh, learn from these examples.

Go through this brief exercise with me. Don’t worry, we’re in a judgment-free zone, and no one will know your answers except you.

  • Who should leave the sinking ship first: women and children or the strong men who can handle the oars?
  • Who do you want to save more: the boy putting on a brave face or the crying girl on the floor?
  • Who do you want to see get revenge: the man who lost his friend or the man who lost his wife and kids?
  • Who are your cheering for: the man with the beautiful wife or the man with the handsome husband?

Now, this wasn’t a scientific exercise because my introduction created a small amount of bias in you (don’t worry – you’re still a good person!). You knew the point I was trying to make, so you’re likely wanting to prove me wrong because normal people don’t want to answer questions that make them appear prejudiced. And that’s OK…..because it also serves my point. Instead of just choosing your first impulse, you’re now actively thinking about it. This is exactly what I’m trying to shake up in my writing process.

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There’s a lot of instinct and reflex in writing. The time you have to decide is often determined by how fast you can write or type. I believe the official term of measurement is blink-o-second. No matter how you consume stories, you’ve been honing your reflexes and sharpening your instincts without realizing it. The world around you has equally influenced you. As such, you can make lightning-quick decisions while you’re typing at a thousand miles an hour.

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(C) Steve Jackson Games

If your hero is a strong, masculine knight, your brain might immediately try to determine how he’d save a damsel in distress. Writing out that idea isn’t wrong, and it isn’t even bad writing. Well, no more bad (said the English major) than any other first-draft writing. This example – and the options from the exercise above – can all be appropriate when writers consider the context of their stories and the audiences they are trying to reach. Whether we succeed or fail depends partially on whether we follow that first impulse or we decide to rewrite the passage. It also depends on whether we can get the audience on board. To the well-read fantasy enthusiast, the damsel-in-distress trope is tiirrrrred. But if your book is satirizing the genre, you probably can’t do without it.

As to my writing process, sometimes it’s as simple as doing the opposite of the impulse, and then expanding the thought. Consider these made-up examples, and see how I’ve crossed out the stereotypes and rewritten them.

 

  • BAM! A club hit Tildy’s head without warning, knocking her to the ground. She raised her face to stare back up at her attacker, defiant tears in her eyes. her hand feeling the blood running down her scalp. She narrowed her eyes and spit out a tooth, struggling to get her feet beneath her again.
  • The monster lumbered through the doorway, destroying the frame with its massive form. Tildy hid behind the stuffed armchair with a whimper, hoping it wouldn’t spy her waiting for the perfect time to leap out to fling blinding dust into its eyes.
  • Tildy lay in her bed, crying as she clutched a pillow to her chest. What had she done wrong? Why had he left her? Tildy lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Now that she thought about it, he was a stupid git. She’d opened her heart to him and he’d been too stupid and too blind to appreciate it. Good riddance. But it still hurt, more than she’d ever hurt in her life. And she’d fought monsters.

Again, the original versions might be appropriate to your story, but I’m of the opinion we need fewer stories about helpless, crying girls and a few more Princess Leias. And so, sometimes Tildy is the first to fight. She defends children, women, men, and others. And sometimes, Tildy will cry. Not because she’s a girl, but because she’s a human being. And we all cry, dammit.

I’m not promising that any of us will become bias-free, nor do I think writers should be. We’re trying to sway opinion and emotion with our words, and we need to be thoughtful about it. Our first drafts can always be improved by identifying those little unconscious biases and rewriting them or deliberately embracing them for the good of our stories.

–Mike

PS: You get bonus points for appreciating the alliteration in the post title.

PPS: No, you’re not a monster for putting the men in the rowboats before the women and children. The ocean swells had already shattered one boat as it crashed against the ship’s hull, and these burly sailors were paid for this kind of peril.


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