If I type with my forehead, my wordcount goes up faster!

The first draft of GhostCop (not the actual title) is done! #AmWriting #NaNoWriMo

This morning I finished the first draft of GhostCop (not the actual title). Into the drawer it goes; I’ll edit it…oh, I don’t know, sometime in late winter or early Spring. I can’t say with more certainty than that, but it’s kind of cool knowing that right now I have two first-draft manuscripts awaiting their first passes-through. Princesses In SPACE!!! Book II: The Quickening (not the actual title) comes first, though. I’ll start that book’s read-through on December 1, which is…two weeks from tomorrow! Huzzah!!

This, of course, calls for a victory celebration! Let there be pouring of ale coffee!

I HOIST MY MUG IN HONOR OF YOUR VICTORY!!! #AmWriting #coffee #NaNoWriMo #BackToWorkNow

But I can’t celebrate for too long, for NaNoWriMo is not over, I’m not at 50000 words for the month, and Lighthouse Boy (not the actual title) awaits. Here we go again.

President Bartlet says, "Back to work." Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. President. #AmWriting #NaNoWriMo

Back into the rabbit hole….

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A brief writing update


Why yes, writing is exciting! #AmWriting


I’ve finally reached the point in writing GhostCop (not the actual title) where the story takes over and the rest of the thing is pretty much writing itself. I love when a story gets to this point, but it’s also a dangerous time, as the thought-train becomes this giant lumbering thing on a runaway course, gathering speed, and…well, you complete the metaphor. Suffice it to say that this level of focus leads to the tuning out of the entire world!

I expect to finish the draft by the end of this week, so yay, me! The next step will be to stick the manuscript in a drawer and fuhgeddaboudit until sometime in late winter or early spring, at which time the editing will begin.

And after the completion of this book? I plan to move right into my second attack on Lighthouse Boy (not the actual title), and in December, I’ll lower the daily “new words” quota to accommodate the first pass-through of the Princesses II manuscript.

Someday, this is all going to pay off. Maybe not big, maybe not for a while, but I’m going somewhere with all of this. I am writer, hear me roar! Zap! Pow!

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My Rules for Writing

Here are my rules for writing. Like it says in the post title.

Lunchtime work on The Backstory That Ate Tokyo. Yeesh, this is getting complex. #AmWriting

1. Write every day.

This is the most important one. I know that there are always exceptions – and I know one personally – but the “I gotta wait for The Muse to inspire me and then I write like a demon!” approach simply tends to produce nothing more than a whole lot of days during which I thought at some point, “It would be nice to write someday.”

We like to think that writing is special, and it is, but it’s also a job that needs doing. Which means that it’s pretty much just like any other job, in that you have to actually do the work. I have a hard time even considering plotting, outlining, character sketching, and all that kind of activity real ‘writing time’, because in the end, what matters is the existence or non-existence of a manuscript. So yes, I insist on actual writing every single day.

Now, there ARE days when the outside world imposes restrictions that make writing impossible. But I have to be on guard against that sort of thinking, and I set the bar for acceptable reasons for not writing very high. It’s just too easy for me to say things like “Meh, it’s just not happening today. Get ’em again tomorrow.”

2. Write a certain number of words every day.

I also strongly believe in quotas. I’m not so rigorous about meeting them, so I’m a bit more flexible about the effects the outside world has on quotas than I am about the outside world allowing me to write at all. But quotas are important, because I also believe strongly in momentum. A story is a force of nature, and the first place it musters its strength is in my brain. If I don’t keep the momentum going, I lose sense of forward progress, and as the sense of forward progress diminishes, so do my senses of the story itself. I lose sight of the tale, the characters, the mood. Ironically, if I combine the First Law with too low a number in the Second, the book or story starts to feel like a lifeless lump of boring verbiage. Who wants that?

The main thing about a quota is that on the one hand, it has to be realistic to your writing abilities and opportunities; but on the other, it has to be high enough to keep the story’s forward motion going. I don’t like to be working on the same story for too long; eventually I start getting this weird, almost-claustrophobic sensation as I begin to despair of all the other stories that are waiting their turn because I’m taking too long with this one. I tend to think that the less time one takes to write a particular story, the better it is for that story. Thus, setting the quota at something like 100 words serves absolutely no use. At that rate, it would have taken me almost five years to write the first draft of Princesses In SPACE!!! (not the actual title). The job’s gotta get done; just doing the job is no good if it takes so long to get done.

On the other hand, I have things in life to do besides writing. I know, I know: Shocking, but true! I have family obligations and a job and other stuff. Reading, watching movies and fine teevee shows, just living life in the way that one must if one wants to have enough grist for one’s creative mill. At this point, 2000 words a day is just not realistic. If I was lucky enough to be able to write full-time, sure – and that day may come! – but for now, I have to be honest and admit that I just can’t work eight hours, write eight hours, sleep eight hours. I also have to fit in stuff like being with The Wife and The Daughter, and since I actually want to do those things, it doesn’t feel like a giant trade-off of any sort.

So, right now I’m trying a quota of 1500 words a day. I haven’t made it in a while, but that’s where I currently stand. And that quota is itself changeable: the only reason it’s that high, right now, is that I’m well into the third act of Princesses II, and I’ve got a really solid idea now of where things are going and how it’s shaping up. When I finish this one and move onto the next one, I’ll probably drop the quota back down to 1000 words a day as I start the new project.

Ultimately, when it comes to the actual work of writing, I’m very unromantic and very Captain Malcolm Reynolds-like in my focus on doing the job.

3. Trust the Muse.

Now, I’ve written before about how my Muse operates. And the thing is…I’m fine with that. He drops by often enough, and I’ve learned that he drops by more often the more work I’m doing. But there’s no predictability to what he’s going to toss out his window at me as he drives by; while working on the current book I’ve had a number of ideas pop at me about the next two (neither of which are in this series), and then he’s thrown ideas at me regarding this book. And he has yet to give me a single solitary hint about what’s going to happen in Princesses III. I couldn’t begin to tell you what happens in that book.

But I trust that the Muse will tell me when I get there. That’ll be a while, anyway – likely at least a year. So why worry about it? I didn’t have any idea what was going to happen in Princesses II until I was going through the manuscript of Princesses I for the third time. Now I’m very close to a complete first draft.

I had a very real object lesson in trusting the Muse as I got to this book’s climax, because I found myself in a very serious problem. I knew what needed to happen, but the why was giving me fits. It was quite serious, actually, because unless I figured out a logical why, I’d be staring a “Hey, dummy!” situation in the face. That’s when the characters are doing their thing, and struggling to accomplish the task set for them, when it suddenly becomes insanely obvious to everyone watching this story what’s going on, so you start wishing for someone to grab the main character by the lapel and scream “Hey, dummy!” in his face until he listens. My output slowed to nothing while I mulled this whole problem over.

But, inevitably, the Muse arrived and showed me the way through, for which I am eternally grateful.

4. Brutal editing feels good.

The oft-cited phrase is, “Kill your darlings”. But when I shift into editor mode, I tend to have very little mercy on my work. It has to be this way. If it’s not, if I fall in love with the sound of my own voice, then…well, that way, madness lies.

There are times when a piece of writing simply does not work. Either it’s because it clashes with the tone, or because it brings the pace to a crashing halt, or it seriously goes against a particular character’s nature, or…whatever. Usually these kinds of passages are easy to see, but sometimes, for whatever reason, they have set up camp in the writer’s heart, and it’s damned hard to cut something out when it’s growing out of your own heart. So, we makes excuses. We bargain with ourselves: “It’s not that bad! It doesn’t harm the pacing that much, it’s just a couple of pages!” And so on.

It’s generally my experience that if I have to supply myself with more than one reason a particular bit should not be cut, then it should be cut.

In truth, I haven’t yet run into this too much. For me, the hesitation to pull the trigger comes when I’m in the course of writing a first draft, as opposed to editing. That’s when, in an example I’ve used a lot, I suddenly realized while writing chapter 13 or 14 of Princesses I that I’d made a serious misstep in chapter 10. Ouch. That was quite a chunk of material that got cut, but it had to go. My excuse there? “But I’ve done all this work!”

My ultimate reply? “So what? It sucks.”

Cut cut cut.

5. Outlining is for knaves, half-wits, and people of low character. (Exceptions to this are many.)

I don’t outline. I hate outlines, they bug me, I hate writing them, and I always always always find that I end up diverging wildly from the outline, anyway. So no outlining for me. I’m a seat-of-the-pants writer, always have been, likely always will be.

Except for when I need to do a little outlining, in which case…I outline.

I know, I know…but as in all things, I am large. I contain multitudes.

In the case of my upcoming NaNoWriMo project – the second attempt on/attack of Lighthouse Boy – I found that what tripped me up the last time was that the backstory became much more complicated than I could manage in my head, so I had to stop while I let the whole thing gestate a bit. Princesses In SPACE!!! worked differently – the backstory reveals itself much more slowly in that book, being as it is intended as a kick-off to a long series, and I generally believe that backstory should be revealed in tiny increments, as needed. But Lighthouse Boy is meant as a one-shot novel, so the backstory’s got to be there and functional right from the get-go. So I’ve done a lot of work on that backstory, figuring things out and coming up with a brief outline of the book’s first few chapters.

What I never do is outline an entire story or book. I’ve done this in the past, and every single time, something cooler has happened along the way, so now I figure, why not just skip that step? I will do a bit of outlining if I find that I’m stuck in a spot or if I’m entering a fairly complex bit of the story and I’m not entirely sure how the moving parts all fit together. In that case, I’ll do a brief outline of the next chapter or two, but that’s it.

I had a vicious slump on GhostCop a month or so ago, but I eventually plowed my way through it by just plowing my way through it. As always, the characters took on their lives and showed me the way to the end. What’s really cool is that there are things happening in that book that are really surprising to me, things I never thought about when the original idea popped into my head. I love when that happens.

6. Associate with other writers.

Seriously, this is why the Internet is the Official Best Thing Ever. Few things make me feel better than discussing the shared headaches and trials and tribulations and little victories and major victories with other people who have been there, or who are there, or who hope to be there soon. The World of Writing is a big one indeed, and it’s nice to find fellow travelers.

7. READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ.

Self-explanatory, I think, and it’s a rule that isn’t just good for writers. Read a lot. Read from a wide variety of things. Read novels, short stories, poetry. Read good nonfiction. Read good long-form journalism. Read good blogs, and read good comics.

Read.

8. Do other stuff.

Watch movies and good teevee shows. Go for walks. Cook. Go for short drives. Take pictures. Talk about sports and other stuff with your friends. Live.

As Lester Bangs wrote:

In a way, Jim Morrison’s life and death could be written off as simply one of the more pathetic episodes in the history of the star system, or that offensive myth we all persist in believing which holds that artists are somehow a race apart and thus entitled to piss on my wife, throw you out the window, smash up the joint, and generally do whatever they want. I’ve seen a lot of this over the years, and what’s most ironic is that it always goes under the assumption that to deny them these outbursts would somehow be curbing their creativity, when the reality, as far as I can see, is that it’s exactly such insane tolerance of another insanity that also contributes to them drying up as artists. Because how can you finally create anything real or beautiful when you have absolutely zero input from the real world, because everyone around you is catering to and sheltering you? You can’t, and this system is I’d submit why we’ve seen almost all our rock ‘n’ roll heroes who, unlike Morrison, did manage to survive the Sixties, end up having nothing to say.

And as Stephen King wrote:

It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around.

9. Find your own rules.

Of course, none of the above may work for you; if not, you may need to find your own way through the wilderness….

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Four Days to #NaNoWriMo!

In four days, NaNoWriMo 2013 kicks off! I’m still torn over whether to just keep going on GhostCop (not the actual title) until the draft is done, or put it aside and return to it at a later time in favor of Lighthouse Boy. I’m leaning toward the former, mainly because I don’t like leaving unfinished manuscripts, especially once I get more than 60000 words in, which is where I am right now. Hopefully it doesn’t take an entire month to finish the book. I doubt it will, because I really don’t see this book being all that long. We’ll see!

Anyway, I am now starting to ramp up my production. My plan, as last year, is to attack the first few weeks with vigor, so that if I need to back off along the way for any reason, I have a cushion built in. Or something like that. Who knows. My main plan is to just write my ever-lovin’ ass off. The only difference for me, really, between NaNoWriMo and AnyOtherMo is the page on the calendar!

(Hashtag in post title in use for when this post appears as a Twitter link.)

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One word at a time, man. One word at a time.

Wow. An extended visit from Lady Momentum. And a KEY scene is done. Cupcake time! #AmWriting

The current book, GhostCop (not the actual title), really gave me some fits toward the end of last month and the beginning of this one. The story reached a point where I had no idea what was coming next, and what was coming next refused to reveal itself. So I had an uncomfortably large number of days where I didn’t write a single word.

But as you can tell by my tracking spreadsheet, I broke through quite nicely, finally figuring out the direction that most of the story elements need to go. My main problem now is that I really wanted to get this draft done in time for NaNoWriMo, but I’m not sure that’s in the cards right now. That being the case, I will likely keep writing this one until it’s done, even if that leads into NaNoWriMo, at which point I will casually segue into Lighthouse Boy (not the actual title).

Sometimes this writing thing is hard. Maybe it would be easier if I bothered outlining or plotting things in advance in some way, but the notion of doing that really bugs me, for some reason. I’m just not wired to stick to an outline.

I am wired, however, to keep writing until the day I drop. Excelsior! Onward and upward! Zap! Pow!!

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A writing update, an apology for a lack of nifty content, and a cool photo!

In order, the things mentioned in the title to this post:

1. A Writing Update.

Starting about halfway through September, I entered a protracted slump, wherein I had a terrible time figuring out what was supposed to happen in GhostCop (not the actual title). So severe was this slump that I actually failed to write a single word for 10 of the last 14 days of that month, including the entire final week. It was a disaster, which put me really far behind where I wanted to be; I was hoping to have the draft of this novel done by the time November rolled around, so I could so into NaNoWriMo with a totally new project (actually, an old one: I’m returning to work on Lighthouse Boy).

The malaise continued into October (partly abetted by my vacation last week). But during that stretch, I started to see glimmers of a possible resolution to my story’s difficulties, and now, I seem to be back on track. Eight of the last nine days I’ve managed to write over 1000 words, the last two days I’ve written over 2000 words, and even that one “off” day saw 700 words, which is acceptable. Will I get the draft done by NaNoWriMo? I…don’t know. I do know that this book is going to be significantly shorter than Princesses In SPACE!!! or Lighthouse Boy, but I’m really not sure how long it will be in the end. But I have more than two weeks left this month, and if I can keep cranking, who knows…maybe I can at least get to the point where I can finish it in the first part of NaNoWriMo. We shall see.

It’s tough, though, when the mojo goes away.

2. An Apology for a Lack of Nifty Content.

Yeah…sorry about that. I’m hoping to get more good stuff done here, by way of writing posts beforehand and scheduling them. But I’ve been really pushing forward on GhostCop, so I can make no promises. I’m going to try to have something up here on a regular basis, even if it’s not of “penetrating essay” quality.

3. A Cool Photo!

This is amazing. I saw this on Twitter today, via a user named Usman Masood. The photo:

Mr. Masood’s caption was very clever:

This is a ship-shipping ship, shipping shipping ships.

How awesome is that!

Thanks for stopping by, and stay classy, San Diego!

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Writing in the hotel room

Getting a little work done before we head to Ithaca, because as Captain Malcolm Reynolds once said, “We work before we play.”

He also said some other stuff, but that’s the one that’s relevant here.

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Breaking Brown

I was in a pretty oddly dark mood this morning, so I tweeted the following:

I like to think that when he turned 18, Encyclopedia Brown got sick of the whole thing and committed a string of still-unsolved murders.

Of course, my brain being the brain it is, I couldn’t stop turning that over in my head, so I imagined the following scenario:

:: Encyclopedia grows more and more grim and despondent; maybe he starts dressing in black. He spends less time with Sally Kimball, who is hurt by this. He closes his detective business.

:: His first victim is, of course, Bugs Meany, whom he kills in a way that leaves no visible markings of trauma on the corpse and which vexes the Idaville medical examiner, who hasn’t had much to do in eighteen years. Encyclopedia leaves the body by the back door of that delicatessen that the first paragraphs of each Encyclopedia Brown book make a point of mentioning.

:: Encyclopedia’s string of murders begins after his father, the Idaville police chief, announces his intention to retire.

:: When the second victim is found near one of Idaville’s two movie theaters, a palpable sense of fear descends on this quiet community. Chief Brown’s years of successful law enforcement are called into question. He brings details home to Encyclopedia, who uses his own knowledge of the case to send his father down wild goose chases before he ultimately just refuses to do anything more.

:: The murders continue, until finally Sally Kimball discovers the key piece of evidence that Encyclopedia forgot about, and gives it to Chief Brown, who must now arrest his own son.

But…

WHAT WAS THE CLUE THAT TIPPED SALLY OFF?

(turn to page 78 for the solution!)

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