notes from the wordsmith trenches
Sunday, April 22nd, 2012
aka The Middle
The wham zing, here’s our world, hooktastic beginning has been laid out, baby, whiz bang–magic fingers, do your work!–and now . . .
well . . .
Now we see that we don’t in fact know this character that well, we’re not really that clear on what would drive them from point A to point B and we certainly haven’t gotten to their deepest fear yet. Lord, there are a lot of players in this little drama. Why does this world need this particular feature? And moreover, how does this feature work and why does this other character keep fiddling with it? If I keep naming this stuff after things in Star Wars, is that gonna be a problem?
Le freaque, can I just write the ending already and leave it to you, Dear Highly Intelligent Readers–yes, plural! So I’m an optimist!–to fill in the gaps as I know you want to? Call it critique, call it fan fiction, maybe Dad was right about medical school? This part is supposed to be half the book?
I’ll start at the end and work my way back. Except this one part–I totally know this part and it’s gonna stay in, no matter what else happens. And once it happens, I do at least know that the fuzzy character has to confront the neighbor. What’s this–the neighbor has the letter? Yeah, there we go. Another couple days with something to do . . .
Tuesday, April 17th, 2012
So this is happening:
I’m going the rebel route this time: rather than one 100-page project, I’ve had a few shorter things in the hopper for a while that will come in around 150 pages when finished, so I’m taking advantage of the party over at Script Frenzy to get back in the habit of getting new words on the page. (more…)
Sunday, April 8th, 2012
The meme:
The Lucky Sevens Game:
Okay, Jenn Spiller–you . . . you tagger, you–I thought I was off the hook because I’d lost the log-in info for my blog and my webmaster is on a week-long silent Zen retreat (damn these helpful support files). My next resisting strategy was legalism: which manuscript is my current WIP? The draft or the current revision? Double-spaced manuscript or raw text?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Seven lines from Rite of Return: (more…)
Saturday, November 5th, 2011
The fancy manicure, twenty minutes in
I’ve been shredding my nails and it’s time to stop. One thing and another, I decided to glue on fake nails–give me some time to get out of the habit of picking at them and give my fingers a chance to heal.
It’s jarring catching a glimpse of this foreignness at the ends of my hands. I can’t pick at my fingertips any longer–but neither can I smear on lotion (it gets gunked under the long nail tips), open soda cans, or let my hands soak in water (the glue isn’t that great). (more…)
Friday, October 7th, 2011
Posting today at the Pop Culture Divas.
You know when you’re ready.
Tuesday, September 27th, 2011
Lately when we pick up our CSA veggies, my thoughts turn to soups and preserves and things we can freeze. We’ll still be able to get local vegetables into November, but there’s a chill in the air and the Tupperware drawer is full; I dump out the week’s haul and think, “What here do I want to be eating in three months?”
This week I drafted my kids as sous-chefs. They chopped most of the ingredients for big batches of potato soup and gumbo. They won’t eat the gumbo, probably, so I pour that into cup-and-a-half-sized containers so I can thaw out single servings for my lunch. Most of the potato soup we ate in one sitting—soccer practice takes it out of you, and they didn’t know I’d subbed cauliflower for some of the potatoes.
Last week the farm had a glut of cucumbers, so we made refrigerator pickles. Like the soups, I’m long past using a recipe. I put the ingredients into the pot in patches so I can see the ratios and what I’ve already added. I’ve learned to pour spices into my hand first just in case the lid is loose, and that way get the desired amount into the pot. (more…)
Monday, May 2nd, 2011
I like keeping track of word count to help me learn about my work habits—what works, what stressors take their toll, what’s really happening versus what I think is happening. NaNoWriMo and Script Frenzy have a widget that graphs your daily word count or page count, and I added some notes about what was going on away from the keyboard.
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Now that I’ve done more than one of these power-through, get-the-draft-down challenges, I think I can say this about my writing process: (more…)
Monday, April 4th, 2011
Some complaining a few weeks ago on Twitter has turned into more thought about books, audiobooks, and screenplays over at the Pop Culture Divas. Check it out! You can comment about your favorite format, and cheer me on in my Script Frenzy project.
Thursday, February 24th, 2011
In A Novel in a Year, Louise Doughty alternates exercises with discussion. The first exercise is to finish the following sentence: “The day after my eighth birthday….” It’s an interesting launch: can you differentiate your childhood birthdays? What would happen that you would remember the day after, not the day?
The day after my eighth birthday, my father told me that his brother had also been a chess player. My father had started teaching me at five: we had a set of pieces that looked like medieval soldiers, not abstract blocks, and my brother and I played with them like dolls before he decided to show me the game. He handicapped his side of the board, starting with mostly pawns and slowly adding back bishops, rook, and queen, to show me beginnings and endgames. (more…)
Tuesday, November 30th, 2010
Next I'm going to read a library book
During the last week of writing, I felt like this book was one of those oeuvres that one shoves under the bed, never to be unboxed again. I know it’s typical to feel like a draft is bad, so I’m not deleting it or anything radical, but I slogged forward only because I was getting close. I was challenging myself to develop endurance and refuse to give up, not because I felt like I was having any breakthroughs as a writer.
But in the last couple of days . . . I figured out who did it. I remembered some loose ends. I got some good sentences and nice connections. And how much is a lot of writing to do in a day? Pfft, I’m finished with the first 400 words before the coffee pot has finished perking. What a habit to carry forward! (more…)
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