WRITING A NOVEL: START TO FINISH, ENTRY FIVE
TREES BE DAMNED or TOO MANY SEXUAL REFERENCES IN A BLOG ABOUT WRITING
I'ts not the size that counts. Doing my very small part to take out a forest.
So, yes, I break that little rule. It is a good rule though, if followed
correctly. You don’t want to lose focus
of the ends you mean to meet but spinning your writing wheels (unnecessary alliteration)
with editing. I’m talking about
consistency, getting your traction back into the meat of the story before
moving on. Your voice, your feel as you
write. Hell, think of it as stretching
before a run. If you don’t run, think of
it as foreplay. Ha!
Print it out, take a pen to it,
input the changes and enhancements, ignore the grammar. Print it out again, take it to work in your
lunch bag. Take it onto the toilet with
you. On the bus. To the gym when you jog or sit in the
sauna. Just keep it with you and in your
mind. Keep printing, keep
scribbling.
You can’t be a writer and want to save
trees. To hell with them. You want to see an en masse printing of your
novel, you want the National Park Service pissed off at you. So print away.
As I was running
through my first chapter I thought about what sort of feedback it would
receive. A writer should do that. What is the reader going to think? What assumptions will they make about the
next thing to happen? What do they think
of Thaddeus? What do they want for
him? Most importantly, is he
likeable? Writing is a business that
tests your trust, you’re faith in others.
On the one hand, you want positive feedback. On the other, you want honest feedback. But who do you trust? And if they are kind enough to give honest
feedback which highlights negative aspects of your piece or areas they feel can
be improved, who are they to say so?
What credentials do they gave. If
they’re a college professor, are they a good one? Have they been published anyway? If so, was it a good book? Does earlier said positive reader just want
to get in your pants? Are they afraid of
giving anything less than positive review because they want a positive review
from you? Are you just masturbating your
own ego by providing it to people you know will give you a glowing review?
--I just said masturbating
in a blog about writing…
Talk about the trust and rejection,
the irony of wanting to trust for honest feedback, but the ire at sometimes
hearing it. You’re an unsatisfiable bitch. So, I’m posting just my first two paragraphs. I would appreciate some honest feedback. If you’d like to read more, let me know. I won’t let you, but let me know. If you’d put this book back on the shelf and
forget it before you’ve finished checking out with your new issue of MAD
magazine in hand, let me know. And if
you’d like to offer me your first paragraphs of anything you’re writing for my
honest feedback, I promise, even if you destroy my first paragraph with brutal
honesty, if yours merits a glowing masturbatory review (that was completely
unnecessary and illogical) I’ll let you have it.
Until
next week…
--
Wind lashed at Thaddeus Pulliam, the driving
rain cooling him as he pulled the mud heavied rope against the young tree. His lungs burning and hands gone numb, he
allowed the fat rope to sag momentarily as he recaptured any remaining
strength. Slapping rain from his eyes,
he stared proudly, determinedly at the white spot of naked tree, the bark long
ago worn away smooth by the rope and his pulling. Lightening strung about the sky and Thaddeus
imagined the energy infusing into his body, charging him like a battery for
another pull. Quickly, he dug into the mud with the side of
his military boots then braced for the next pull. His lungs burned and his forearms twitched. In truth, the last thing Thaddeus wanted to
do was pull the rain slickened rope another time. But he’d not win the tug-of-war without
training and the tree had not been worn smooth by thinking about another pull.
And he had to win. At all
costs. He wouldn’t face another day
knowing he’d given up with another pull left inside. He’d never pull the tree down, he was fairly
certain of that. And that was fine. He’d damn sure try though. Thunder sounded against his back prefacing a
lightening strike behind the shed, a mere 20 yards away. Thaddeus yelled at the rain and the mud and
the tree, squatted and pulled. The tree
bent and Thaddeus screamed at it, smiling as he took another inch of ground
from it in a sidestep. He pulled,
stepped, and fell hard onto the tore up ground.
The back porch light flashed the
usual two-times code. It was time to
come in. With a growl, Thaddeus released
the rope and stumbled to the back porch.
The muscle tissue in his legs pounded, all flushed with blood as they
began an immediate recovery. All the
exertion gone, it became suddenly apparent to Thaddeus that this was a cold
November rain. Under cover of the
porch, he stripped off his boots and sweat suit, stopping at his
underwear. The door parted open and
without looking at him, his daughter handed out a towel. He dried himself then stepped inside.
“Thank you, hon.”
I would continue reading. I am no expert on writing, but I do like to read, and I thoroughly enjoy writing that almost makes you feel like you're there...and these two paragraphs do that.
ReplyDeleteWere you listening to GnR when you were writing that last paragraph? ;)
And if you're writing a masturbatory review of someone else's work, does that mean that you found it to have a happy ending?
Clever, clever! Took me a minute to get the GNR reference. And yes, that would be a happy ending. I'd glad you liked what you read. The main thing I wanted to know was answered--that you would have been curious enough to read on. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteIt's too soon to be seeking, or to give, feedback.
ReplyDeleteI want to read more...
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