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March 2017



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all the words are going to bleed from me and I will think no more.

Yep. It happened.

The thing that always happens.

It just happened a little bit later in the book than it usually does, perhaps because there's so much damned world to build in this thing. So it fooled me this time; I thought I might get away clean.

I've figured out what's wrong with Carnival. It needs to go back in the oven; it's not ready for carving yet. The major characters--the protagonists--are ripe and ready to go, but the secondary characters, now that I've figured out who they are and more or less what they're for, need to go cook until they turn into people rather than cogs. They're not alive yet, and I need them to grow childhoods and backstory and trauma and aspirations, so they become real. Also, my subconscious needs time to tease out threads and implications from what I've written, to stew and ferment and consider.

Fortunately, given the rate at which the story eels are mugging me, Whiskey & Water appears to have completed its gestation. So I will have something to work on while Carnival cooks. And May *is* "Write your bleeping elfy novel month." So perhaps I should listen to the brain, when the brain is telling me things.

Whiskey & Water did the same thing to me when I started it. I got fifty pages and it stalled dead. Like running up against a wall. So far, every book I've ever written has gone all stubborn on me for between three months and fifteen years. (although the gap does seem to be shortening, since none of the newer ones have stalled long enough to be problematic.)

This is another one of the ways, by the way, in which I am a very bad writer who doesn't follow any of the advice about what you should do to be a successful writer. (For example, in this case--"Work on and finish one project at a time.") But what the hell, it's my process, and it works for me. So good, so far.


[channeling Pat Wrede] "There is no One True Way to write."

Do what works.
Pat is a smart lady.


actually, I think there is a one true way--put the butt in the chair and make words come out.

The rest, however, is pretty much catch as catch can.

Although I suppose you could hook a laptop up to a treadmill....
Heh. White Stripes.
*g* I feel the need to occasionally plaster disclaimers on posts like this one, as they're in an abrogation of the "Write, finish what you write, submit what you write" thing. Which is a pretty good thing, generally speaking. I mean, it works as a means of improving one's work.

But then there's the trial-and-error thing.

If it helps, you may assume a "bad dog!" tone when I say "bad writer!" because that's what it sounds like in my head.
He's wrong about the rewriting thing, but the spirit of it is accurate. (You must refrain from endlessly fiddling shit and turd-polishing.)
One of the hardest things for me to do, wrt either writing or painting, is knowing when to just _step back_ for a bit....


I'm moreanal-expulsive. I want the frelling thing OFF MY DAMNED DESK, and I have to hang tough and not get rid of it before it's ready to go.
pretty much how it works, yah. *g*
It's true. Fairly frequently, in fact. I live in fear of being a Bad Example. It's my Yankee upbringing. *g* All society will crumble if you eat with your elbows n the table.
Yep. The novel I'm currently revising ground to a dead stop about a third of the way through the first draft, and I wrote other things for nearly a year. Then the novel started up again like gangbusters, and I was a better writer due to the other stuff I'd been working on in the meantime.

Whatever works...
*nod* I think it may be part of a process that isn't generally discussed--I'm neither an outliner nor a barf-on-the-page writer. I generally know where the book is going once it gets going, at least in a quasiarticulated kind of way. The book's got to be in my head, in other words, before I can get it out.

I suspect it's not uncommon, but it doesn't fit either of the stereotypes.
"There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays,
And every single one of them is right!"
I've switched between projects for years, and it really does work best for me.

Good for you for not fighting against yourself. Glad there are others ripe and ready to rock and roll!
*g* Gotta dip your pen in the color ink you've got, more or less....
This is another one of the ways, by the way, in which I am a very bad writer who doesn't follow any of the advice about what you should do to be a successful writer.

If anyone tries to tell you there is One True Way To Write...

Kick 'em in the nuts. Proverbially speaking, if they have none. ;)
*g* People try to tell me (and other people) that all the time. Which is one reason that I find great joy in mocking the idea in public.

I just tend to forget that a Swedish sense of humor looks a great deal like total seriousness to the unwarned.
I just tend to forget that a Swedish sense of humor looks a great deal like total seriousness to the unwarned.

Nah, it's just that most of us are massive bundles of insecurity and whenever we see something that looks vaguely familiar like that we respond like it was US talking. :)
psst... leetle girl... how much for one of your story eels?
get 'em by the basket, sir. tuppence the dozen.
Actually, the first time I read it, I read, "storied eels," and immediately thought, "There's gotta be a way to build a scene around that." (Last time that happened was when I read mis-read a phrase as "forensic librarian", and was all excited about Sherlock Holmes meeting Terry Pratchett's orangutan...)
Once again I'm feeling like your minor league (or possibly even sandlot league) echo. I hit that same wall of unfinished characters last week on the new novel (though in my case, one of the cyphers is a supposed love interest; also, the cheerleaders Need Lives).

I've gone back to a story I stopped at, like, 85% through the first draft.

Sounds to me more like I'm the echo, since you're a week ahead. *g*