Posts Tagged ‘writer’s block’

Current novelin’ plans

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

My current goal for Derelict is to finish it by year’s end.  Not just “I have a complete draft,” but “I have a complete draft that has been through several revisions and is now in good enough shape for me to start submissions while working on my next book.”

In some ways, I’m scarily close.  90K words  written, and over the past couple of weeks I’ve basically hashed out the ending — which has been the main hang-up for the last, oh, year or so.  Of course the ending I’m going with means that most of the beginning, after first couple of chapters, gets to be yanked out and sent to the chop shop, where any usable parts will be sold to the highest-bidding chapters.  But I digress.

It is worth noting that, in other ways, I am scarily not close.  Most of the book is going to receive a pretty harsh shuffling; there will be many casualties among the scenes currently written, a lot of stuff needs to be rewritten, and some things I’ll just have to see when I get there.  I think four months will do the trick, though.

Writing Again

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

Let it be known that, at 89,110 words, I am shutting the current draft of Derelict down and doing a ground-up rewrite.  (Oh, and I think I’m over my writer’s block.)

I don’t like to blog about writer’s block when I have it.  It’s almost like writer’s block is some sort of shameful thing which, if I was a REAL writer, I’d be able to overcome.  (To some extent this is the case.  Being a professional means having deadlines, and staying a professional means keeping them.)

I’ve been blocked pretty bad on Derelict for a while now.  I’m not anymore.  Part of this is that I now have a decent laptop on which to write, meaning I can write wherever the flip I want.  Part of this is that I’ve started working on other projects I have in my head.  You’d think working on three completely different books at once would mean that I’m getting less done on the main project, but in this instance that’s not the case.  (Mostly because anything > 0.  Results may vary when I finish being not blocked.)  Another part of me being un-blocked is that I had a nice chat with my sister-in-law on the topic of writing, and that got me thinking about it again.  (I wrote about a thousand words that night for the first time in months.  Yay.)

What finally fully unblocked me, though, is a product of my becoming partially unblocked.  Digging through the document again, I’ve come to the conclusion that Derelict needs a much larger rewrite than I was originally planning.  Simply put, I’m gutting the oldest parts of the plot.  The characters and core idea of the original short story are being carried forward; the plot, which I’ve been trying to make into the plot of the first part of the novel, isn’t.  It just doesn’t fit anymore.

So, today I’m starting a new file for Derelict.  This file currently contains — hang on, lemme count — yeah.  This file currently contains zero words.  I am going to rebuild Derelict in it, and it will grow quickly at first; I would guess that somewhere around 60% of the old document will fit into the new one with a minimum of rewriting (albeit some significant rearranging).  Some scenes will have to be discarded entirely.  (Some scenes I was pretty sure I was going to discard when I wrote them, but that’s the nature of the beast.)  There will be quite a lot to write anew, but I’m looking forward to it.

I keep telling people I’m not insane

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

Well, what with having a new job, a new kid, assorted bills, and a novel to revise, I’ve decided that this is a great year to give NaNoWriMo a shot.  Last year when NaNoWriMo arrived I was about ten or twenty thousand years words into Derelict, and still calling it Ghost Ship.  I briefly entertained the idea of trying for fifty thousand new words on Derelict that month, but ultimately decided not to.

You may remember me saying a few months back that I would take a month off from Derelict and start drafting Wings.  That didn’t happen — something about moving taking time or something — so I’m starting fresh with drafting it now.  And when I’m done drafting Wings on a given day, I’ll move on to revising Derelict.  I figure I can find the time to do all this in the period I’ve been catching myself playing Civ IV.

(Then I’ll find time to play Civ IV when I’d normally be eating.  That should work out about right.)

Unfortunately, I’m already a couple of days behind, so if you’ll excuse me . . .

Midnight Run

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

I just got back from a run around the block.  I feel pretty good.  It’s 2 in the morning.  I ran barefoot.

I’m not crazy, promise.

I’ve always had a tendency toward moving when I write.  I sit down and write for a moment, and when I need to think, I get up and pace.  Or something.  I used to be like a jack-in-the-box back in ASMSA and college late at night — when I was writing something in my room, whether it be personal or academic, I would pop out of my room and frantically pace up and down the hall for a while — sometimes less than a minute, sometimes much longer — and pop back in to write.  A page or paragraph later, whenever I hit the next tough spot, I’d be out again, up and down the hall, until I had it worked out.  I’m sure I drove my dorm-mates nuts, but there just isn’t space in a room for the kind of high-speed high-intensity pacing I prefer.

So I was trying to write earlier, and, finding that the writing wasn’t coming, I decided to read a little bit of my backlog while I thought.  (Incidentally, I highly recommend the Read It Later firefox extension — it saved my life.  I can mark something to read later and tell myself I will, instead of feeling a desperate need to read it before it gets away.)  I ran across a Lifehacker post on how running barefoot might be good for you (also cool shoes) and thought, heck, I love being barefoot!  I’ve been meaning to take up running for a decade now!  Sure, why not!  So I half-ran, half-walked around the block.  I’ll regret it tomorrow, but it was worth it.

This isn’t the first time I’ve actually gotten around to doing some running.  For a short while I and my friend Morgan (the blog’s down now, but it won’t always be) were running about once a week, way back before she left Little Rock . . . like almost a year ago, wow.  Time flies and all that.

So what’s bugging me about writing?  Well, I figured out part of it: I need to delinearize my revision process.  I figured out a long time ago that writing the first draft in order just doesn’t work for me — sometimes I have ideas for the middle or end of the book way early, and if I don’t write them (a) they’ll get away and (b) I won’t get anything else written, either.  I’m not an outline writer, though; I’m sort of a nonlinear discovery writer.  End tangent.

Somehow, I forgot that important lesson when I started revising.  I think it’s because I really wanted to finally have something to show to my very patient friends and family, so I got the first chapter all fixed up (something I’ve wanted to do for a while anyway) — and then I wanted to keep showing stuff off, so I immediately threw myself into the second chapter.

This won’t work.  I know how the beginning goes, but the late beginning all the way through to the end are going to suffer reorganization, sometimes drastic, of scenes.  I can’t just go through and look at each chapter individually, making the prose prettier.  I need to rewrite a ton of stuff, write new material in places, and just completely relocate scenes from, in some cases, very nearly one end of the book to the other.

There’s still some stuff I need to work out.  Which route I’ll take at the end of the second part.  Certain details about the climax.  Whether or not I’ll give a certain treacherous character an antihero plot arc in the late book.  But ultimately, I’m in much better shape after that run.

Current music: Nena, 99 Luftballoons, everybody’s favorite german feel-good nuclear holocaust song from the 80s.

Blocked! Or, I’m not churning out 1K words a day right now.

Saturday, June 27th, 2009

Right now, I don’t have a standardized writing process.  What I have is a mashed-together mess of a process that sometimes works, sometimes doesn’t, but is generally providing gradual forward progress on my book.  Except for the last week or so, and random intervals of time scattered over the last nine or ten months.

Here’s my writing process as it stands right now: Every moment I don’t have free, I think about my writing.  Every moment I do have free, I think, “Gee, I should probably be writing right now.”  On a “good” day, I get a couple of hours of writing done.  On a “bad” day, my dwarf fortress shows marked improvement.  I think there might be a connection back there somewhere.

Scheduling writing time worked great for me for a while, but it’s been running into some annoying problems lately.  You know the type: the ones that you know you should have expected, that you kind of did expect in the back of your mind, but that you set aside as basically unimportant.

In this case, it’s rescheduling.  I understand that I need to be able to reschedule my writing time, sometimes cancel it altogether.  Heck — half the appeal of being a full-time writer is setting my own schedule, and letting it be fluid (or designing it so it doesn’t generally need to be).  Trouble is, sometimes stuff comes up that makes it hard to stick to that rescheduling.  Like dwarf fortress.  It’s a lot easier to stick to the original “I’m writing at 3,” possibly because at 5 I’m thinking, “Oh, I’ve already rescheduled it once today, another hour won’t hurt.”  Of course, it’s important stuff pushing my writing time around.  Yesterday a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time dropped by, and we hung out for a few hours.  Today we got a surprise call we’d been waiting for for weeks and spent the day on a scavenger hunt for all the stuff needed for health insurance, checking out the car we’re getting in the process, and topped it off with hanging out with a different friend we hadn’t seen in a while.  All important stuff.

And then there are the days I sit down and write two thousand words.  (Jay Lake, it should be noted, writes something like 4K a day regularly, over the course of two hours, when he’s on his rough drafts.  I don’t know how he does it.)  Thing is, I love writing.  I really do.  And I don’t feel that Dwarf Fortress, or random visits from friends, are what’s really contributing to my writer’s block right now.  The first is a symptom (I don’t know what to write, I’ll go consign some dwarves to their doom); the second is just a random happy occurrence that happens to interrupt my staring-at-the-screen time.

My writer’s block comes because I’ve waited entirely to long to make some important decisions about Derelict.  Such as which ending, exactly, to use.  Such as how much the story is a space opera, and how much it’s a fantasy in space.  (The two are pretty similar, but the difference is in how I look at it.)  Such as how telekinesis actually works (which might or might not be important to this story, but will definitely be important in the sequel, and I don’t want to lay the wrong foundation.)

The irony is, I’ve written over five hundred words on this blog post, and I’m only really aiming at a thousand a day on Derelict.  Well.  We’ll see how it goes.

Current music: The High Court, Whisper to the Clouds (via Pandora).