After twelve weeks and almost 106,000 words, I’ve finished my seventh novel’s first draft. Now for the editing, which I happen to enjoy almost as much as the writing. It went over by quite a bit because of a few interesting aspects, but I’m extremely pleased with how it turned out. Now to see how much fat I can trim without trimming the lean.
As anyone who aspires to publish their writing knows, not only is it hard work, it’s work that’s hard on you. I continue to dream the dream, working that forty-hour grind while trying to be grateful all the while for that forty-hour grind.
I am grateful, but I’m more grateful for being able to write. Penning a story, characters, places, conflicts, and resolutions is an enjoyable thing, likely within the top two personally enjoyable attempts at a creative pastime I’ve ever attempted. And having beta readers enjoy my work is great also. Recently, a woman said her sister came into her room and asked what was wrong, because the reader was cursing. Her answer? She was angry with one of my characters. When you can illicit emotion like that with mere words, what a thrill.
At the moment I’m working on a synopsis for my fifth novel, and it’s (they all are, right?) special. With great characters, a great hook, a great conflict, and a great (I’m a romantic at heart) love story, what’s not to love?
Fellow writers, you know how it is. We hope for that break, but it only comes with hard work, not only learning the craft of writing but learning the craft of storytelling so the reader stays engaged. My mantra is this: If I write something a reader skims, I’ve failed.
Here’s to us, the hard workers, the writers.
In the canoe, in my heart, the dark of her curls blend with the gold of sunrise.
With water glassy we paddle, unison’s time, rhythm’s endearing.
Over her shoulder she smiles. Hope leaps. Love pains at future’s parting.
It’s not often colors blend such as these.
Mercurial silver of water. Hazel of eye. Red of lips.
It’s not often to welcome falling into depths like those below …
… when she must leave.
You’ve no doubt heard variations, and some will be present, but if not, here you go.
A writer without imagination is like a musician without rhythm; it’s doubtful anyone will enjoy either.
MC needs to show someone a vital phone pic? Break the phone. Needs to get somewhere? Break his car. Don’t make goals easy.
Don’t tell your readers he smelled the coffee. Instead: With rich coffee aroma, steam rose in lazy swirls from the dark brew.
An important part of writing is in the details. Yes, your character may taste, touch, hear, see, and smell, but does the reader?
You know you’re writer if you love editing. Well, you might not be a sane writer. Polish that passion–make it pop.
Dialogue: Never boring. Constantly use tension, whether anger, humor, fear, or sexual. Unexpected is great too.
I love it when an unintended character pops into a scene, taking the plot in a different–better–direction than I’d intended.
Friends ask how I write. My answer? By knowing my character’s perspectives; their hearts, souls, & struggles.
Recently made three women cry. It’s okay…actually, it’s great. They were reading one of my short stories.
Let characters interrupt. Hey, did you see– Yeah, it’s– Don’t interrupt me when– When what? Arrgghhh! (You get the idea)
I am happy to report that I am DONE with the first draft of a novel I’ve been working on. It’s been six months of hard work, and a tremendous amount of knowledge learned, but it was worth every minute.