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I am a (re)writer

I’m convinced that what separates the professional-level writer (published or not) from the enthusiast is the thoughtful, deliberate act of revising. Often, the focus is on just getting the words out on the page. There are organizations, books, communities and other cheerleading squads dedicated to helping writers get their stories down on the page. What we often forget or gloss over is that the first draft is only step one of the process.

The first draft is like getting together your raw material, assembling your tools, creating that first sketch, making a miniature model. In order to get a book that is cohesive, consistent, and worthwhile for others to read, a writer must master rewriting.

Rewriting (or revising) is not the same as line editing. Rewriting is not agonizing over word choices, tweaking dialog or making sure that Susan still has blue eyes on page 80, like she did on page 7. Rewriting is the ability to look at your story in terms of plot arc and character development. It’s to make sure that your conflict is present and meaningful; your plot is logical and plausible according the rules you have set for your world; and your characters don’t do dumb out-of-character actions.  Rewriting is a process in which your left brain and right brain work together to uncover the story you wanted to write from the mess of words in front of you.

Rewriting is a hard skill to learn. My first book, The Changeling, was a rather clean first draft. It didn’t take too much work to get it to the point where it is the book I wanted. Yes, it still has issues, namely of the pacing kind. It has a prologue; it has many chapters about the main character growing up; the inciting event that kicks off the whole quest journey doesn’t even happen until a third of the way through the book. It may not be a marketable book, but it is the book I wanted to write and I’m happy with how it turned out.

My second book, though (*shudder*). My MC spent most of the book reacting instead of acting. I kept secrets way past their expiration date. Instead of bringing out those things into the open and using them as conflict, I spent most of the book trying to keep everyone in the dark while all these inexplicable things happened just so I could pull out my aces (ta da! Here’s what everyone’s been hiding!). It turned the book into a big mess that has been a headache to revise.

Then we have Quartz, the most broken book of all. So broken that it didn’t just end, it petered out. So broken that the last chapters are peppered with notes to myself in red font–”blah blah blah” “boring!” “I don’t want to write this scene so I’ll just move on to the next”. Somewhere along the way, in spite of a dynamic opening, great dialog and some truly exciting action scenes, I got off track. Now I was stuck in the mud, wheels spinning uselessly. I knew Quartz needed a major overhaul, but revision was never my strong point. I approached rewriting in a haphazard, insert-a-comma-here-delete-a-scene-there sort of way.

Then along came the How to Revise Your Novel course. Since I had no method (and only madness!) to my revising, I decided to try it Holly Lisle’s way. There is a strong left-brained aspect to the course (complete with worksheets and index cards) which works for me (all the jobs I’ve had—and been good at–have been detail-oriented and task-focused). Instead of my usual scatter-shot approach, I’m combing through my ms in a more systematic way. So far, it’s both manageable and enlightening. And best of all, I’m no longer as overwhelmed as I normally am when facing a rewrite.

So, taking Quartz through that course has been the major component of my writing this year.

How about you? How do you handle the process of revision?

Sunday linkfest

The Broaden Your Horizons Edition

Three Things Writers Can Learn from Photographers: I love how different creative pursuits shape and inform each other.

Creative Experiments: February: daisy yellow posts monthly experiments to jumpstart those of us with creativity block. The experiments that specially intrigue me: art inspired by circles; drawing (as opposed to writing) letters and numbers; finding an ingenious solution to a problem (once I decide which of my myriad issues to focus on, heh); art based on a list (I love lists!). Are you tempted to rack up some creativity points?

Just Try (via Megs): Natalie Whipple on how fear keeps us from failure by taking us out of the game. I am a cautious, risk-averse person so this is something I need to overcome all the time. A must-read if you’re like me!

The Gap Year: Susan Wise Bauer advocates for a gap year between high school and college, based on her experience as both a college student and a college professor. What does this have to do with writing or even creativity, you wonder? It’s because most of us are locked into the belief that there is one conventional path to our goals. You go to school, you go to college, you get a job. You write a book, rewrite a book, query an agent, wow an editor, get a publishing contract, go back to square one if you don’t succeed. This is a challenge to think outside of the box, to step back, to ask “why?” in response to “this is the way things are done”. To consider alternative paths for reaching *your* unique goals.

friday fun: food

Bread and cheese. Dried beef and hardtack. The ubiquitous stew. Food in fantasy can be remarkably dull. I always appreciate unusual cuisine in the books I read. I love a well-written dinner party or tea. I love attention paid to food in stories, the preparing and eating of it, even if it does make me feel hungry (like right now–this post is making me hungry so I’m keeping this one short).

Here’s a raw snippet from Quartz that takes place around a platter of stuffed mushrooms. Rafe is the protagonist, and Isabella is this maddeningly mysterious woman he’s been searching for. Right now she’s pretending to be a servant at a ball he’s attending, and he just spotted her:

“Aren’t you going to stop and wave that platter of delicacies under my nose?”

Her back was to him; he just saw the merest stiffening of her shoulders before she turned in one smooth movement and held out the platter. “Forgive me, sir. I had not seen you. Would you like to try some of these delightful little stuffed mushrooms?” Her face was expressionless, her voice cool.

Rafe stared down at caps in varying shades of black and brown, some smooth and uniform, others white-flecked. Their filling oozed out the sides. He pursed his lips, and, like the elderly gentleman, let his fingers hover above the mushrooms.

“Lady Brightmoon is known for her attention to little details. Look at this one pearled all over with fish paste, and that one with the bright blue filling, that precisely matches the hue of that urn behind me. I wonder what gives it that peculiar shade.”

“I don’t know, sir. I can ask in the kitchens, if you like.”

“No, I don’t like, actually. I want this platter right in front of me for now.” Her arm must be hurting from holding out that heavy silver thing, but it was nice to have her be at a disadvantage for once. Rafe stood between her and the door, and the ballroom and foyer were full of milling crowds. Even if she threw the platter at him and ran, she wouldn’t make it far. Running through crowds was about as effective as swimming in syrup, unless you had someone go in front of you shouting “Leper!’

“Do you think this stuffing is made of silverfin guts? They make me nauseous. I would hate to lose the contents of my stomach all over this polished floor—and your lovely borrowed costume.”

“Floors can be cleaned. So can clothes.” Her extended arm still held steady at both wrist and elbow, the platter was exactly where she had first raised it to.

Rafe selected a mushroom with a spiced bread and onion stuffing and popped into his mouth. He took his time chewing and swallowing, then proclaimed. “Superb. My compliments to the cook.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him,” she said, oversweet, with a touch of bared fangs in her large smile. “Finished, sir?” The platter was motionless, waiting for his reply, as though it were a point of pride with her to be the best servitor she could be.

“With the platter, yes.” Rafe lowered his voice. “With you, no.”

Isabella raked him over with a smouldering-coal gaze. “You mistake my role, sir. I only serve food on platters at parties. Nothing more.”

Good goddess! Did she actually think that he would have indecent designs on her? Besides the wanting to shake her at times kind of designs, that is. He would’ve laughed, if he weren’t so incensed with her taking that tone of moral outrage. After all, she was the party-crasher, not him. And he did not for a moment think that she was here for a night of honest work, for once.

“I imagine that it is strange for you to be here as a servitor,” he said, still low, almost growling. “When you could’ve been here as a Marchioness.”

The platter dipped alarmingly, and both Rafe and Isabella put out their hands under it to steady it. His hand caught hers; her cold fingers cradled briefly in the warmth of his palm. Rafe pulled back as if burnt just as Isabella shook his hand off. He settled for grasping the nearest edge.

A couple strolling in, the girl’s hand chastely on the youth’s arm, glanced at them. Rafe said, “Be careful, miss, you nearly tipped the mushrooms onto my breeches. I never thought the help here would be so careless” for their benefit—and his own.

“Sorry, sir.” Isabella snatched the platter from his fingers, then added in a fierce whisper. “I wish I had dropped it on your foot. Why can’t you learn to leave well alone?” Louder, she added, “There are more pastries out in the smaller supper room. Sugared flowers, honeyed marbled chips, liquered chocolates. This way, sir.” She spoke loud enough so that several pairs of eyes glanced over briefly to see who the glutton was, and stepped out into the foyer.

Rafe smiled ruefully at her back. He had no doubt he deserved the embarrassment after his own petty behavior.

What unusual foods do you have in your stories? Have you written scenes in which food is a major component? Do you have any favorite books that feature food heavily (non-fiction included)? Mark Kurlansky’s Cod and Salt: A World History include several recipes from days gone by, most of which are um.. interesting, at least. I draw the line at eating fragrant rotted fish (at least for myself and my family–my characters, not so much), though. What awful things have you made your characters eat?

1. Write a scene or a short story in a different genre. Take a stab at a mystery if you write literary fiction, try romance if you usually write military scifi.

2. Set a dialog-heavy scene (a couple arguing, the hero finally catching up to the villain who betrayed him) in an unusual locale (like the vertical face of a mountain) or dangerous situation (the spaceship’s hull has been breached).

3. Write poetry.

4. Create an art journal page and write on it.

5. Do writing prompts. I’ve been using the Imagination Prompt Generator recently.

6. Be inspired by an image. Check out a photo site, take pictures in your neighborhood, look at coffee table books.

7. Research a (narrow) topic you don’t know much about. Write a story or scene using some of what you discovered.

What are the ways you like to play?

My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as “quothe.” Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I’ve had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it’s spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree.

So begins the grandiose blurb for Patrick Rothfuss’ debut The Name of the Wind. It made quite a splash when it came out in 2007, but since I am perpetually behind the times I didn’t get to it until this month. I wavered over reading it because the blurb told me next to nothing about the plot, and I wasn’t sure if I would like the voice–it sounded too arrogant to me.

This is the story of Kvothe’s life, told by his older self, in hiding from the world as an unassuming innkeeper in the middle of nowhere. He is still a young man, but haunted and broken, and I was instantly moved to wonder what ordeals befell a man of such power and stature. He is discovered by the Chronicler who persuades him to tell his story, to counteract the legends and lies that have sprung up in his abscence. Kvothe tells of his childhood as a member of a traveling troupe, his time as a street urchin after the murder of his parents, his admission and studies at a University of Magic. He tells of the passions of his life: mastering magic, hunting his parents’ killers (the semi-mythical Chandrian) and his love, Denna.

This book is well-written and finely-detailed, but my interest in it waxed and waned. A strain of elitism in the opening chapters irked me, where more “enlightened” characters feel superior to the superstitions of priests and peasants. The character of Kvothe came perilously close to being a Mary Sue (a Martin Steve?): he was a child prodigy at music, magic, stagecraft, and pretty anything he set his mind to.  I half-expected Kvothe to bring together a gang of plucky child-thieves in Tarbean where he ended up after his parents were murdered.

However, Kvothe grew to be a more sympathetic character, gifted but flawed. I was moved by his struggles to overcome his desperate poverty. So many of the risks he took were not only due to arrogance (though there was some of that), but also so he could feed and clothe himself and pay his tuition. I was both exasperated by and interested in his relationship with Denna–exasperated by his effusions over her, interested because their later interactions were warm, wary and witty; a potent mix. The most magnetic pull for me was exerted by the older Kvothe, the one on the other side of the ordeal, the one telling the story. What can I say? I’m a sucker for wounded characters.

Plotwise, this book meandered. As the first third of Kvothe’s story, there was no real resolution. I cannot fault the writer for having a 2,000-page story to tell, but it was an unsatisfying experience for me as the reader. The threads of the story have barely come together by the end, and my ambivalence toward this 600-page volume makes it unlikely that I will read the next 1200 pages. I’m in a minority, though, because most other people love this book. I offer a link to a more positive review to balance my own (see, I’m ambivalent enough about this book to do just that *grin*).

reading roundup

January reads:

  • The Iron Hunt by Marjorie M. Liu (Cool premise, but not as good as I’d hoped. Every question was answered with more mysteries and more strange characters showing up. Definitely a Book One.)
  • Ship of Destiny by Robin Hobb (my review here)
  • Made to Stick by Chip Heath and Dan Heath (my review here)
  • The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss (review forthcoming)

What did you read this January?

Sunday linkfest

I love how writer Megan Payne turns failed short stories into a learning experience. I wish I were that analytical–maybe my short story success rate would be higher. *grin*

Debut Analysis for Aspiring Writers: After two and a half years of reviewing debuts, Tia Nevitt shares her thoughts on writing to fit trends, complete with marine metaphors. What I have found (as a reader and follower of agent blogs) is that high-concept, original twists and fresh ideas really work. The standard fantasy fare, however well-written, is just too same ol’ same ol’ to jaded readers (of which I am one, I’m afraid).

JA Konrath always has such an interesting take on ebooks, especially in light of lessons learned watching the movie and music industries deal with piracy. Will books go the Google way, with free content and paid advertising? And here’s his followup, Selling Paper, on why the publishing industry is approaching e-books from the wrong angle.

Friday Fun: snow

Snow is…

feather-flakes spiraling through the air

mashed, broken, crumpled, crushed, miraculously whole flakes on my black gloves

a soft silent assault on the sleeping world

wet clumps falling–plop!–on my windshield as I drive under trees

a white coverlet under which roofs slumber

windblown powder on cheeks and in eyes

scrunch-squish-scrunch under my boots

crusty, ugly, dirty piles around the driveway

I love the changeablity of snow. How it appears in so many aspects, how it can be soft and hard, beautiful and ugly, many-textured, many-formed. How it transforms the world.

There are so many things that have variations, moods, shades and nuances. A tree changes through the seasons of the year. The sun changes as it climbs the sky and descends again. The moon waxes and wanes. The sea is changing and moody. And a person–well, a person can be delightful and exasperating and patient and frustrated and still and exuberant, all wrapped up in the same package.

What do you love and find inspiring, in all its variations?

1. Read winter poetry (like this lovely illustrated version of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening) and paint winter landscapes.

2. Catch snowflakes on your mittens. Read books about snowflakes. Cut, draw, or make some of your own.

3. Go outside and make snow angels, snowmen (or snow dinosaurs) and ice sculptures. Have fun! My older two shoveled trails and went on trips in the front yard. Also made mini snowpeople and snowstones.

4. Winter is a good time to go to art and science museums. Journal, draw or make up stories inspired by what you saw.

5. Have a tea party. Bake scones, get out the lace tablecloth, decorate with tissuepaper flowers and name cards, serve on nice china. You can pretend to have teatime with the Queen (Sir I. and Miss M. loved this one–they even made a crown and throne for the Queen).

6. Do science experiments. My preschooler and k’er never get tired of melting snow and freezing water. We’ve been studying polar animals and today we made “blubber gloves” using shortening and tried them out in ice water. Sir I. wishes he were a walrus so he could have a blubber layer and go live in the Arctic!

Made to Stick: Review

Why do some ideas go viral while others disappear with nary a ripple? Why do urban legends and conspiracy theories make it halfway around the world before more worthy messages can even get their boots on? In this offering, brothers Chip and Dan Heath unpack what makes some ideas memorable, or “sticky”.

The authors found that messages that tend to stick around share many of six principles. These messages are Simple Unexpected Concrete Credentialed Emotional Stories, or SUCCESs.

This book attracted me as a writer, blogger, mom and homeschooler. I compete heavily in the marketplace of ideas. In order to reach other people, my ideas have to be memorable. I want my children to remember the lessons I teach, from values to the capital of France to the water cycle. Someday I hope to persuade people to buy my stories. I need to show them that my work is worth their time.

So, as I ponder what I’ve read, I’m going to apply these ideas to a pitch for Quartz, my revision project.

Let’s get into the six principles.

#1 Simple

Simple doesn’t mean simplistic, it means focusing on the core of your idea, the Commander’s Intent, the one mission-critical part of your message. The authors emphasize that if you say three things, you’re saying nothing.

Simple also means compact, in the way a proverb is compact. To be compact, you piggyback off of people’s existing schema. For example, the high-concept pitch for the movie Alien was Jaws on a spaceship. A title like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is a pitch in and of itself. I once had a story pop into my head that billed itself as “King Arthur in Gotham City” and then vanished into a back corner with a Batman-like swoop. Someday, once I get all my current projects done, I will got hunt that story down…

Back to Quartz. Ignoring all its subplots (avoiding “feature creep”), I zero in on the heart of the story:

An ex-military diplomat and a free-agent demon-slayer join forces to find a natural vein of light-producing rock before their enemies do.

# 2 Unexpected

You use the unexpected to grab people’s attention. You cause their guessing mechanisms to fail. This failure causes people to pay attention. The authors warn against failing into gimmickry, though. You want to bring out the unexpected in your message, not bombard people with unconnected randomness. The unexpected must be “postdictable”–a surprise, but you shoulda seen it coming.

That’s what we writers call a twist. :D

So, here’s me twisting my pitch:

In a sunless world, an ex-military diplomat and a free agent demon slayer join forces to find a natural vein of light-producing rock before their enemies do.

That’s a bit better. I’ve provided context for the importance of the light-producing rock, which is also the twist: this is a sunless world, so your regular photosynthesizing plants can only be grown under artificial light. All of a sudden that light rock looks pretty important, doesn’t it?

#3 Concrete

The writers use the Aesop fable about the fox and the grapes as an example of concrete imagery that makes the abstract principle behind it easier to grasp and remember. In fact, when we think of it, so many ideas are encoded in concrete images that have made it into our common language. “Sour grapes” is one, and so is our household favorite, “don’t be a dog in a manger” (it cracks me up to hear Sir I. use it, because he doesn’t quite get it). Our speech is peppered with red herrings, green-eyed monsters, and other idioms.

Abstraction is the curse of expertise; concreteness is craved by the layperson. Concrete ideas are more memorable, and they provide a common turf between people.

In my pitch, enemies is too vague and generic, so instead I use:

In a sunless world, an ex-military diplomat and a free agent demon slayer join forces to find a natural vein of light-producing rock before it falls into the hands of an oppressive power-hungry regime.

#4 Credible

Messages can be made credible if they are supported by authorities (experts or aspirational figures). Additionally, details and statistics help messages be internally credible.

My pitch would be more credible if I had published a previous novel that you liked, had won some awards, or received an endorsement from another writer. Or even if your best friend had read my work, loved it, and raved about it to you.

I don’t have any of those, and I don’t know your best friend’s name, so the only thing I have going for me is some internal credibility–the detail that in a sunless world, other sources of light are vitally important.

#5 Emotional

In order to make people act on messages, they have to care. Messages can appeal to self-interest (the writers discuss Maslow’s Pyramid of Needs) or group identity (what would I person like me do?). My only goal is to entertain you, to make it worth your time to be in my imaginary world for a few hours. To do that I have to make my characters and their situation matter to you. If I bring out the high stakes a bit more, I get:

In a sunless world on the edge of famine, an ex-military diplomat and a free agent demon slayer join forces to find their world’s greatest resource—a natural vein of light-producing rock–before it falls into the hands of an oppressive, power-hungry regime.

#6 Story

Stories are powerful (as a writer and reader, I already knew that *grin*). The authors go into more detail into why stories are such powerful vehicles for messages, but I was more interested in the three basic story templates the writers elaborate on:

The Challenge Plot, in which the protagonist succeeds against formidable odds (David and Goliath)

The Connection Plot, in which people form a relationship that bridges a divide (Romeo and Juliet)

The Creativity Plot, in which someone solves some kind of mental puzzle (I imagine many murder mysteries fall into this category).

My story is primarily a Challenge Plot, with a Connection subplot.

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So, what do you think? Did I apply those principles to their best advantage in this pitch? Where could I improve, based on the SUCCES model?

Further Reading: The Simple Dollar reviews Made to Stick and uses the principles in a series of blogposts.

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