NaNo, from the Finish Line

NaNo Winner

NaNo Winner

Ok, David again with an update. As you can see from the nifty picture on the left over there, I actually made it across the finish line, clocking in at 50,307 words on Saturday, November 28th. Yep, two days early. And Rabia wants me to write up another post with my thoughts, now that I’ve actually finished (the month, not the novel; that’s still only about half done). So here we go.

Probably the most important thing I realized through this month, without which I don’t think I would have been able to make it: Don’t sweat the stuff. Normally, you hear people saying not to sweat the small stuff, or whatever, but really, it goes deeper than that. When you’re trying to do something like write a first draft of a novel (regardless of how much time you’re giving yourself), don’t worry about any of the details, whether they’re small or freakin’ huge. On the last night, I found that I need to go back and change what happens in the beginning of the novel to start all the action, but that’s ok. I put a note in to get to it during re-write, and went on. Is it a significant change? Well, yeah, it will be. But should it stop me from keeping the story moving forward? Heck no.

On a similar note, always remember that everything’s negotiable. Just because you’ve written it doesn’t make it canon (until you’re published, at least, and perhaps not even then; I’ve seen several books where glaring errors were fixed in a second or third printing).This is an important point for me, because I tend to focus on the details, and could spend an entire evening trying to get a few perfect. Especially names. Names are not easy for me, and I’d love to take tons of time to come up with great names. But whenever I found myself falling into that trap, I reminded myself of one amazing fact: Frodo Baggins was originally written as Bingo. Seriously.

Another point: make a reference that you can access and update quickly and easily. For some, that’s scribbling things down in a notebook, but I find that gets disorganized very quickly (or else I spend too much time trying to decide how much space to leave for lists of characters; see above). For my NaNo novel, I created an excel spreadsheet to track characters, places, and horses (yes, they’re that important); I later added another sheet when I decided I needed it. A word document would also work. It doesn’t need to be fancy; here’s a sample of what I’ve got:

First Name Last Name Residence Role Alt. Name Notes
Arnor Jardin Stonehaven Assistant horse farmer Arnor Gerin/Jalell Thorsa MC. Please don’t forget him. Born 817 AA.
Lirelai Lesser Forestal Riell’s second sister, tended Arnor after Tam’s accident.

As you can see, it’s got holes in it, and I’m ok with that. Its role is to help me keep track of what I’ve already talked about, without having to scan through everything I’ve written so far. I found it to be amazingly helpful.

This next point is something that everyone says in relation to NaNo, but it’s true, and holds for a lot of other stuff as well: make yourself write, even when you don’t feel like it. Even if you’re convinced that what you’re going to be putting down on the page is going to suck. It might. But it might also turn out to include some really good ideas. If you let yourself slack off too long, it’s really easy to let it become a habit. I haven’t worked on Storm Rider since Saturday; I’m going to be back at it tomorrow. (Rabia, hold me accountable on that!)

And speaking of Rabia: as I said in my previous post, having a good sounding board is an amazing tool. I’d talk to Rabia about what was happening in my story, and she’d ask questions, some of which I couldn’t answer…but which I was generally able to answer by the next day. And some of her random suggestions (such as having the main character hit someone in the head with a rock) found their way into the story, though not always in the form she’d suggested (in this case, a different person got struck).

Finally, I always thought it was really weird when Rabia would talk about (or quote other writers saying things like) characters doing or saying unexpected things. I mean, it’s your story; surely you’re not writing anything you haven’t come up with. But then I found strange things happening in my story. Conversations that I had planned out would develop very different undertones as I wrote them, revealing (to me!) aspects of the characters’ relationships with each other that I’d never even considered. Or I’d be writing exposition (everything’s fair in a first draft, including pages of exposition!), and strange, new details would work their way in, and I’d have to stop to consider how the new details could impact the rest of the story. Rabia was very amused whenever I stopped to stare at my fingers in amazement at what had just appeared from them. But the weirdest part for me was that whenever this happened–whenever my subconscious slipped extra details onto the page–I liked it. I mean, it was much, much better than anything I had planned. Weird, cool, freaky, and amazing all at the same time.

So, I’ve survived the insane month-long challenge of NaNo, and now have about half of a novel written; I’m giving myself until the end of January to get the rough draft done. What bouts of insanity have you allowed yourself recently?

Admin: Woohoo! I’m so excited about David’s win and pleased to see him finally following in my literary footsteps (hee!). Thanks for sharing about your experience.

the inefficiencies of writing novels

I’ve been thinking a lot about my novel-writing (and rewriting) process lately, and decided that it is too inefficient. It just takes me too darn long to get a novel into shape, and it is clearly my method at fault.

My current process looks something like this:

  • Get Idea. “Ooh, shiny!” *plays*
  • In the meantime, continue work on pre-Idea project.
  • Brainstorm, cluster and make notes based on Idea.
  • Get bored with pre-Idea project. Start Idea project.
  • Feel guilty about abandoning pre-Idea project (and the pre-pre-pre-Idea projects). Tinker with them for a several months.
  • Idea project calls–go back to it and write it out.
  • Get New Idea. “Oooh, glittery!” *play with it while Idea project cools*
  • *Guilt!* Return to Idea project and despair at how awful and broken it is.
  • Start work on New Idea project (first drafts are way more fun!).
  • New Idea novelty wears off. Revise Idea project.
  • Revision stalls, so go off to browse web forums or clean grout or watch paint dry.

You can see where this is going. And I didn’t even mention the Zombie Pregnancies and Life with Newborns. All in all, I’ve developed this bad habit of moving on from projects I haven’t seen through to the bitter end. Yes, some ideas should be abandoned and yes, it is good to let things sit for a bit, but when I have a big pile of unrevised drafts sitting around, it means I’m dithering.

In an effort to turn this around, I’ll be focusing on revising previous novels for the rest of this year (and into the next–this is a big project!). I’ve set revision goals for myself (Phase I to be accomplished by Christmas). If I don’t meet them something dire will happen–like my Christmas gifts being withheld or no chocolate or something equally horrific.

Okay, kidding aside, I want to give myself the chance to take something rough and bring out the diamond in it. To take a block of marble and release the wondrous creature within it. To take everyday words and turn them into something magical. To share with others what I have created.

Happy Thanksgiving

After a long day of companiable cooking, recipes that turned out great, generally cheerful children, and lots of dishes, I’m pleasantly full and tired. But it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without giving thanks.  As a writer, I am grateful for:

My husband, who has always supported my writing habit, and who didn’t even blink when I told him I wanted to stay home and write stories instead of getting a job early on in our marriage. He’s my cheerleader and sounding board and now he’s learning all about the craziness of writing life while NaNo-ing. He’s got less than 5K to go. Hurray!

My writing buddy, Jo, with whom I’ve been trading crits for years now (or at least it seems like it!). I can always rely on her honesty, her insight, and her support. The camaraderie we share in this often insane endeavor is precious.

One of my newest blog readers, Megs, also an aspiring author, who has cheered me immensely with her comments.

Living in this time and place, with the luxury of all these labor-saving devices so that I can work at my craft  instead of beating my laundry out on the river rocks or gathering firewood. Having a computer with a backspace key. Access to a library. Not having my creativity crowded out by worries.

The Internet, with its abundance of information. Writing workshops, writing courses, industry blogs, author websites–pretty much all I’ve learned about writing outside of actually writing has been via the Internet. I met my writing buddies online, I learned how to give and take crits online, I found all that I know about publishing online.

And my kids, who make me laugh, teach me it’s okay to try new and out-of-the-box things and fail, keep me humble and provide me with blog fodder.

There is so much more to be thankful for, but if I included it all, this list would be far too long. I’ll end with one last thing: I’m grateful for my almost-nightly mug of hot chocolate, provided by a loving husband, which fuels most of my wordage. Mmmm!

Happy Thanksgiving, readers and friends! May you be richly blessed today and all days.

thanksgiving eve

Here I am, at 5 o’clock, generally the worst time of the working day, suffused with a feeling of wellbeing. This, in spite of the fact our Thanksgiving plans to share the meal with friends were derailed when the Baron woke up with a fever last night (pretty much right after I fell asleep), runny noise and wet barking-seal cough. The two of us had a restless night and I got up feeling as though I’d spent the night wrung out and hung on the clothesline.

But D. was able to work from home most of the morning, giving me time to get going. The older kids were generally cheerful and helpful. The Baron took a good long morning nap, and so did I, while Sir I. and Miss M. watched Harold and the Purple Crayon. There were pizza leftovers so lunch was low-prep. The Baron has been drinking and eating well, and I haven’t had to wipe his nose at least half an hour!

Plus, I have clean sheets on my bed and an apple pie in the oven. The older kids assisted in the pie preparation–Sir I. was excited to use a real knife for the very first time, closely supervised by Nervous Helicopter Mom–and the Baron was happy to sit in his booster seat and eat apples and watch us. We came up with a Plan B for Thanksgiving relatively quickly, including getting a roast chicken instead of finding a turkey. We’re still on for my favorite dinner rolls.

So, yes, in spite of sick kids, the blah night and the blech morning, the disappointment of not getting together with our good friends–I’m doing pretty well!  How about you?

market listings

I find searching for markets for my work to be one of the more stressful parts of wanna-be-pro writing. Note that I said searching, not querying. It’s almost like being a matchmaker—trying to find the perfect fit, scrutinizing guidelines, reading archives, doing the mental equivalent of plucking daisies (“they’ll like my story” “they’ll like my story not”).

My anxiety all boils down to, of course, a fear of failure. Rejection is almost assured in any case, but I go to great lengths to minimize that. Some of those lengths are reasonable–don’t send a 10K story to a market with a maximum wordcount of 5K–and some are just selling myself short–oh, any of the pro markets will never take my work so I won’t even bother subbing.

Surely there is a happy medium between a random scattershot approach and waiting and waiting for Mr. Perfect Magazine to come around?

In any case, I turned up some interesting markets in my search last night and this post is about them, not my quirks. Click on the links provided for more detailed guidelines.

The Way of the Wizard: Anthology about magic users, edited by John Joseph Adams. 5K words, reading period ends March 31, 2010.

Dragon Moon Press: Open to fantasy, science fiction and “gentle horror” novel submissions (80-100K, completed) in December. See guidelines for what to include in the submission package.

Reflection’s Edge: E-zine, accepts “science fiction, fantasy, horror, erotica, adventure stories, westerns, magical realism, myths, fables, and faery tales” ranging from 500 to 10K words.

Any other newly-discovered anthologies or ‘zines you’re excited about?

A Rookie’s Thoughts From the Middle of NaNoWriMo

While I’m trying to decide which writing project to tackle next (by playing Torchlight, reading blogposts and books, and generally taking it easy), my husband’s been NaNo-ing! And if that wasn’t intense enough, I persuaded him to do a write-up about his experience so far. And without further ado, I give you the first guest post on this blog:

A Rookie’s Thoughts from the Middle of NaNoWriMo

Hey, David (Rabia’s dear husband) here. This year, in a fit of temporary insanity, I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo, or even NaNo, for short). For the uninitiated, that’s a challenge to write 50,000 words of a novel in the month of November. Those of you who immediately whipped out your calculators, you can put them away again–it’s about 1,667 words per night. Which is a lot. Many high school papers are shorter than that. My first exposure to NaNo was in 2003, when my amazing wife decided to join in the fray; her novel, The Changeling, is the result. (I’m still hopeful that it’ll find a publisher soon. It’s a very good book–admin: See what a darling he is? He’s even plugging my book when he’s supposed to be writing about himself.)

So, anyhow, I decided to take up the challenge and actually try to write out a story that’s been kicking around in my head since, oh, the age of twelve, at least. Yes, really. It’s called Storm Rider, and it’s set in a world where the weather is… more destructive than normal. Think tornados, blizzards, and hurricanes raised by a factor of ten or so. And some people have developed the ability to sense these weather patterns, or even to change them (shifting the course of a storm so that it doesn’t plow over a town, for instance). And, of course, there’s the main character who…well, if it’s ever published, you can read it all for yourself.

But now that I’ve hit the 50% mark (54.3%, as I’m writing this), Rabia’s invited me to open up a bit here about my experiences so far. And so, without further ado, and in no particular order, my thoughts on NaNo:

  • 50,000 is a big number. 1,667 also feels big. 500, though, is manageable, and so I try to aim for about that much at a time, and do four sessions like that in a night. Makes it far less daunting. If you’ve got a big task that you can’t see how you’re going to get it done, break it down into small chunks that you can do.
  • I’m a tools guy, and it’s hard for me to resist tinkering. So, before the month began, I built a spreadsheet to track my progress, and then password-protected it so that I could only put in my daily wordcount (admin–huh. I didn’t know he did that! I didn’t even know one could do that. Maybe that’s why I’m the artsy big-picture ideas person and he’s the tech dude :D ). Very useful for keeping me from spending all my time improving the tracker, rather than actually writing. Identify your areas of distraction, and look for ways to wall them off so you can focus on what needs to be done.
  • Writing dialog where both parties are lying (or, at least, not telling everything) is challenging, but fun. It’s like holding four narratives–what both parties think has happened and what they’re saying has happened–in your head at once. I don’t know how Megan Whalen Turner did it for the entirety of her three Thief novels, though (admin–me neither. MWT rocks! Sooo looking forward to her fourth book).
  • Rabia asks good questions. Often, in talking with her about my story, she’ll ask about a detail which I had mentally tagged as “needs to be decided”–and in the process of answering, have found that the decision has been made. I just didn’t know it yet. Get a good, supportive friend, and talk through what you’re doing. Don’t be afraid to say “I don’t know.” But listen to the questions they ask. (admin–D’s my sounding board for worldbuilding and plotting. It’s nice to be able to do that for him, too–and be the one not on the hot seat getting asked difficult questions!).
  • A lot of times, novel plots happen because the good guys make mistakes in the early chapters. In bad fiction, that seems to be because, as Dark Helmet put it, “Good is dumb.” It’s easy to have the good guy make silly mistakes if he’s still just a kid when he makes them, though. (admin—yep, blame it on those adolescent hormones! :D ).
  • By the way, from the start of this post through that last bullet point was over 600 words. See? That small of a chunk is easy! But now that I’ve spent my break by writing, I need to get back to…um…writing. See you at the finish line!

I love that he’s still so enthusiastic about NaNo and his book. I know a lot of times, people burn out in the middle. He’s still going strong, working fulltime, doing handyman jobs around the house and spending time with the kids. When I NaNo-ed, I took the month off my part time job and I had no kids. If D. wins–and I think he will–it’ll be a more impressive win than mine. Go, D!

How are the rest of you NaNo-ers doing?

It’s Friday!

1. I had a great time watching the older kids pretend to be Michelangelo. I taped paper to the underside of the card table and they crawled in and painted pictures. Sir I. also sculpted a boat out of a bar of soap (and a manta ray-turned-into-a-pile of wood–that’s what happened to the first bar of soap I gave him).

2. It was a bit of a struggle, but I got Rainbird into beta-readable shape and sent it off to a friend who confirmed that it really needs to be a novella–which means it’s not going to be ready to be submitted on Sunday. Bummer, but that’s the way it goes, sometimes.

3. Since I pushed through to the bitter end of Rainbird, I can play Torchlight with minimal guilt.

4. The public areas of my house are nice and clean. Why, yes, we did have people over for dinner last night. How did you guess??

5. Tomorrow’s Saturday, and I have no plans for the day. Hooray for vast expanses of unscheduled time!

How’s your week been? What are your plans for the weekend?

process vs. product

A few weeks (or more) ago, when we were drowning in apples, I thought it would a fun idea for the kids to make apple prints (and perhaps do some other apple-related activities, like these). Of course, right off the bat, Sir I. declared complete disinterest. So I set Miss M. up with apples, paper and paint. She made some nice prints, but I was busy peeling apples for an apple crisp and didn’t get the paper away from her in time. She got her fingers into the paint, smeared them all around, and instead of apple art, we got this:

smear

This seems to happen to a lot of the kids’ art work. After we watched a performance of Harold and the Purple Crayon, I taped two long panels of white paper on a wall and let the kids loose with purple crayons. At first, they confined themselves to scenes from the Harold stories—a thing one sees in the dark, Mars, an apple tree guarded by a fierce dragon, a nice simple picnic lunch with nine kinds of pie–but then someone got the brilliant idea of creating purple lightning and purple rain all over everything. After the smoke cleared from the artistic frenzy, the paper had been colored over, ripped from the wall and into tiny shreds and  crumpled up by two maniacal little kids. They had a ball with it.

So. It’s obviously about the process, not the product.

Or at least, not the product I’d envisioned. Because we actually did end up with apple art:

apple art

… and wads of crumpled purple-scribbled paper.

tiramisu

The kids and I are studying Italy this week. Am I brave enough to try making tiramisu? I’ve never even heard of ladyfingers (okay, I have–it’s the Britishism for okra, but I don’t think that’s what they mean here) or mascarpone cheese.

And why don’t I have a dessert tag? That must be rectified at once!

reading roundup

I may not have blogged much in October, but I sure made it through a lot of books! I attribute this partially to the fact we moved the baby out of our room and into his own, thus allowing me to read in bed again. But only partially. I just like books a whole lot. :D

I snapped up the second and third Crosspointe novels by Diana Pharoah Francis. I like that each novel can stand alone, featuring new characters having their own adventures as part of a larger series arc. I found The Black Ship to be the more self-contained of the two (and, as an aside, amused that once again I found myself reading nautical fantasy and just as lost amongst all the technical jargon as I ever have been). In spite of his prickliness, I found Thorne to be a sympathetic protagonist and I was rooting for him the whole way. There was something deus ex machina-ish about Lucy Trenton’s infrequent appearances and the romantic subplot (if I can call it even that–it was so slight) felt very shoehorned in. What I liked best was how the crew of the black ship, faced with terror after terror (and yes, I enjoyed how things went from bad to worse to worst) forged a bond through it all. I eagerly moved on to The Turning Tide, but found it harder to get into. The multiplicity of the POVs made it hard for me to get behind any one character, and the singleminded (narrow-minded) perspective of the male love interest (save the female at all costs) just annoyed me. This book also felt incomplete, or at least, a bit incidental, because nothing seemed resolved on a personal or global level. I’m glad to know that there is a fourth book because I have a lot of questions!

I would probably not have come upon The Magicians (by Lev Grossman) on my own if the librarian hadn’t pointed it out. Think of it as a grown-up, grittier version of Hogwarts. An academically gifted student, Quentin has spent all his life feeling as though life was meaningless. The only way he can forget the loss is by burying himself in a series of kids’ books about Fillory (if you think Narnia, where siblings from our world have adventures in an other, you won’t be far wrong). When he follows a letter into an alley and finds himself taking an entrance exam to Brakebills, a college for the magically talented, he feels like he’s found his purpose. However, he finds that even magic loses its charm, until he learns that Fillory is a real place–and he can have a chance to go there. Grossman can’t resist swiping at Harry Potter (at one point a character remarks that magic is not being about waving wands while yelling made-up Latin), but he builds on, extrapolates from and opposes and turns on their heads the works of  Rowling, Lewis and Tolkien. I found that a pall hung over the whole book, as Quentin searches for a purpose, and finds that even magic cannot enchant him forever. He is not a hero, not a go-getter, and he makes some poor choices, and I felt that he never rose above that and learned something.

Also finished Storm Front, the first of the Dresden Files. How soon can I get hold of the next one? Just the fact that it does not romanticize vampires gives it an automatic ten plus points in my book. Dresden’s voice fits comfortably in the genre, and while the setting is unusual, the mystery conventions are nicely kept. Fun read.

My non-fiction reads were Into Thin Air, about the Mt. Everest climbing disaster, and A Charlotte Mason Companion by Karen Andreola for homeschooling resources.

What about you? What have you been reading recently?