Showing posts with label How to Write A Novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How to Write A Novel. Show all posts

Monday, January 10, 2011

Reading About Writing


At some point in recent history, I decided I should probably read more books on the topic of writing. Even as I made the decision, I groaned inwardly. I don’t have a great history with books on writing. I the past, I haven’t been one to even finish them. I expected to have the same problem now, but I vowed to buckle down and get her done. I didn’t consider a key difference between the me of a couple of years ago (when the last time I made an attempt) and the me of now. The difference was I had completed two book-length manuscripts.


I’m not saying that people who haven’t completed or started a manuscript won’t be able to get something out of reading about writing. I have a friend who thinks he’s an expert on writing because he’s read some articles, so obviously it works for some people.


Everyone learns in different ways: by seeing, by reading, by listening, by doing. (Did I get them all? Add one or two?). I am definitely a learn-by-doing type. Theories on how something is done just kind of evaporate from my head, but once I’ve put my hands and mind to the task, I get it. Or at least get a feel for it. The same goes for novel writing, even though I got my B.A. in creative writing. Working on short stories in school taught me a lot about the different elements of writing, but novel writing is a challenge that presents the author with it’s own unique hurtles. To really understand what those were, I had to leap and stumble my way through the process for myself. (I’m sure I’m not alone on that.)


When reading about writing a novel before I wrote a novel, everything in that book was too theoretical. The analogy of trying to build a house on sand comes to mind. But when I read about writing a novel after I had completed and been thinking about how to improve my own manuscripts, that’s when the lessons really sank in. I was able to compare what I read with my own experiences, my successes and failings.


Now when I say to myself that I’m going to read more books on writing, it’s sans the inward groan. In fact, I’m practically bubbling with excitement. I decided to start with the books that seem to come up all the time when writers suggest book on writing. I’ve already read (and loved) Writing the Breakout by Donald Maass and I just picked up Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. I think I might go with Stephen King’s On Writing next.


Every time I read a novel that blows me away, I’m left with the feeling (again) that I need to become a better writer. I must then ask myself, what am I actively doing to improve not just my current manuscript, but my understanding of writing as a craft. I don’t know if it’s my learn-by-doing-ness specifically or my hippie-esque go-with-the-flow, type-B personality in general, but I think I sometimes rely too much on instincts and only ever put “just enough” effort into analysis and understanding. So this is me giving the latter a go. Wish me luck.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Oops. I have a blog!


Somehow I hadn’t felt much like writing these the past couple of weeks. I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but…

It was almost like there was something physical in the way.



I don’t know it was probably a mental block or something. But yesterday, I started to feel a little opening of possibility.



Like my muse was slowly crawling out from under some rubble of uninspiration.



All I know is that suddenly I could think clearly and wrap my brain around the idea that, you know what?



I’m getting some writing done today!



Monday, September 27, 2010

FIRST POST!!

or Memory Lane in All Its Awesomeness

Well, I’ve been meaning to start a blog. I hear it’s a good thing for a soon-to-be bestselling novelist to do while still in the soon-to-be phase of the ultimate plan of fame and fortune.

But sometimes one needs inspiration. And here it is, The Rejectionist is holding a nifty Public Humiliation Uncontest today. What is this awesomeness you ask? A call for childhood journal entries. Seeing as I just very recently started cleaning out the garage and uncovered a whole cache of journals and notebooks from yesteryear, I felt my participation was writ in the stars. Thus, FIRST POST!! FIRST POST!! FIRST POST!!

Here you have it: My Awesomeness in the making.

The First Novel (4th grade/9 years old):

Summer Mysteries

#2 [I guess #1 was coming later]

L and S Mysteries


Map of Holiday Park Hotel, Spring Land, and Summer Land. Fall Land and Winter Land– closed til winter, continue off the page [in theory].

CONTENTS

I. LAST DAY OF SCHOOL…..…4

II. GOING ON VACATION…….12

III. THE T.V. REPORT…………..16

IV. A STRANGE VISITOR……...20

V. LOCKED OUT…………………24

VI. SOLVED THE MYSTERY…28

VII. BACK TO SCHOOL………….32

(Bunch of crap crossed out)


I.

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

“Yes,” said Latosha Allen “at last. Last day of school she said to her best friends Shanell Copper who sat next to LaTosha. “Sheesh” Shanell sigh, she always seemed to like school”

“Geesh we’ll only be out three months” said Latosha as they entered cafatera.

“I can’t wait til the party” said Shanell

“Yeah, medium pizza every group” said LaTosha

“I’d rather have a personal pan pizza” said Shanell. They laughed getting snack from the snack mashine.

“I brought my camera. Want to take pictures of the school campus?” said Shanell.


Inside back cover:

I wrote this book when I was 9 years old.

1994.

[One day I’m going to have to post the whole thing. I really was brilliant and ahead of my time. This gem features hot air balloons, bad spelling, and recently escaped fugitives of the law.]

Just One of My Brilliant Story Ideas (circa jr. high/apprx. 11-13 years old):


Here Kitty KittyKitty

Kitty (Catherine) is a person who just stayed to her self and her friends Buddy and Kyle.

When Hunter askes her out she says, sure. One there 7th [scratched out] After a few dates, Kitty’s (twin) sister tries to kill hunter (Kitty’s really Salt, her sister’s Pepper. They were raised to be assisins by a institute that the government cut 2 years ago there was no evidence {just rumors} About S. and P. S. went with a teacher or somebody who worked there. P. went with the Dr. because his dad (losing elections) wants someone to kill Hunter because [scratched out] for sympathy votes.

[I know it’s tempting, but try not to steal this one. I’m still going to write this one someday, using the same names and all.]

The Teenage Years (10th grade/freshly 15 years old):

January 22, 1999 [pretty sure I meant 2000 as the entry before was 8/11/99]

Happy New Year! Merry Christmas! Happy Thanksgiving! Happy Everything else I’ve not mentioned.

I was just thinking. When I actually complete a novel, and when goes up in stores, I’ll probably spend the 1st couple of days at a bookstore, telling people to buy the book :) Random thought,

PEACE

[next to drawing] supposed to be a hand.

[Note: That is still the entirety of my marketing plan.]