Project 366 – Week 48

330/366
terrible tv
movies are so much better
when watched with twitter

331/366
something’s different
this time and, regardless of
wordcount, that’s a win.

332/366
look out the window
to see a crane swinging past
snow-dusted mountains

333/366
struggling to finish
absolute blank article
before end of month

334/366
“do you need any
holiday stamps?” the clerk at
the post office asks

335/366
article: complete.
“keeping a commonplace book”
will sleep well tonight

336/366 NONSENSE HAIKU!*
pose, frozen river
pink lemonade with cherries
sulky kitty preys

*inspired by this random line: kitty pink lemonade river poses prayers cherries sulky frozen

Keeping a Commonplace Book

I have a new article up at TC: “Keeping a Commonplace Book.”

When I was eleven, my godmother gave me a hardcover notebook. Inside the front cover, she wrote: “It can be a diary, whatever you like!” It turned into whatever I liked.

The first surviving page—there are several torn out at the beginning, evidence of false starts made before I figured out what use to put the book to—is a list of potential character names: first names on one side, last names on the other. There are also lists of Likes (cities, peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, reading uncensored books), Dislikes (being serious, snow, people who borrow stuff permanently), Quotes (‘three can keep a secret as long as two of them are dead’), Vocab (made-up or repurposed words a la Urban Dictionary), amongst others. These lists weren’t created all at once, but compiled over years, added to one or two items at a time. My favorite of these is the one titled Words, a list of words I liked, often more for their sound than their meaning: eclectic, elfin, exquisite, eloquent; crinkly, quirk, corrupt, cajole; shimmery, psyche, sepulchral, sinuous. Others seem more prophetic or insightful: scribe, judicial, introspective, and provocative (twice).

keep reading

On Trying to Finish a Novel

NaNoWriMo 2012 I have to say, it feels different this time. The project I’m working on is the novel I first started playing around with when I was 13ish (all copies of that first version have been destroyed tyvm) because if I’m going to finish something it would be symbolic for it to be my actual first novel, and I’m all about the symbolism.

Characters, setting, conflict. I had all these. My problem was always, always, always plot. Once the dilemma was introduced, how do I get the characters out of it? It wasn’t that I didn’t have ideas. It was that I couldn’t decide which direction to go. All choices felt contrived. That was always the place where I stopped.

But several things have transpired since the last time I tried to finish this novel.

+ I’ve finished five half-marathons. Yadayadayada, lessons learned from long-distance running. I won’t bore you. But I think this has made a difference in how I approach novel-writing.

+ My life imploded. In the spirit of making lemonade out of lemons, I’ll just say I think this has been good for my writing. As Garrison Keillor once said, “Nothing bad ever happens to a writer; everything is material.”

+ I read The Art of Dramatic Writing and had this epiphany:

I debated over which thread to put this in (daily writing thread? this month’s AB thread? Art of Creative Writing thread?), but I was pretty sure I’d mentioned My Biggest Problem with Novel Writing somewhere here before, and so I searched for that and aha!

Beaver wrote:
Thought the 2nd: I have a similar problem (I think) with novels wherein I cycle through various ideas for endings, but can never settle on one b/c each choice feels too arbitrary. (am I forcing it? is this the ‘right’ ending?)

Well, thanks to Bellman, I’ve been reading The Art of Dramatic Writing and in one sentence (one! sentence!) on page 106 Lajos Egri has solved My Biggest Problem:

“The premise is a tyrant who permits you to go only one way — the way of absolute proof.”

Problem. Slayed. cough cough thud

So, now that My Biggest Problem has been solved, I need to work on my premises! Thanks, Bellman Smile

+ I figured out my personality type, which it turns out, is one of the rarer ones. This discovery was kind of like when someone who has an identified illness finally puts a name to their disease. There’s a sense of relief: “Oh, so that’s why…”  It doesn’t change anything, but somehow it helps to know that there’s a reason why I react differently than other people in various situations. I’m not just ‘doing it wrong’ (as I was always led to believe).

That got me thinking about my characters and their personality types and how different personalities would react when presented with a dilemma. So it was helpful on that level, in terms of figuring out whether a particular character would make choice X or choice Y. But it was also helpful in understanding myself and the major source of my writing frustrations, which is my desire for order/sense/logic conflicting with the way my brain jumps all over the place when I’m thinking about something.

+ I started using Scrivener. This month, when I sat down to work on my novel, I knew I didn’t want to start in the place where I’d always started before, rewrite the same scenes I’d written twenty-seven times before. I wanted to finish, and finishing meant moving forward. I thought about the Etgar Keret tip to “always start from the middle” and decided to make that my motto. I picked an arbitrary point to start the first day, and then, without really thinking about it, I just started writing random scenes because, with Scrivener, I could do that—without the project becoming an unwieldy mess. In other words, I could write non-linearly and still maintain order (= INTP happiness).

So if, during the day, I’m running through a particular scene in my head, instead of saying (as I would in the past), “ok, I know this happens sometime in the future, but I can’t write that yet, I have to get there first,” and then sitting down and trying to write whatever it is comes next, I’ve been sitting down and writing whatever it is I’ve been thinking about. Later I’ll organize these scenes, smooth out all the rough edges, fill in the gaps. But for now, I’m learning to work with my brain rather than fighting it. Thank you, Scrivener.

And as I said, it feels different. The characters are making decisions that feel right, not arbitrary. I’ve already resolved several issues that had long flummoxed me.  I murdered some of my darlings. That includes some character names and the title. It needs a new one. As yogis say: let go of that which does not serve you—or in this case, the story.

I’m not worried about not reaching 50k by November 30. Another thing that feels different: this time, I feel like I’m going to make it to THE END.

Fall 2012 – Week 12

What I did this week:

  • Took a break from data collection and tackled the uber-exciting task of importing all research (except books, obvs.) to Scrivener project.
  • Tagged most of those references with keywords. (zomg! I think this might be the best thing ever. I have found a use for collections…)
  • Backed up everything to flash drive. Getting to the stage where I feel like I need multiple backups. I guess that’s a good sign.

Project 366 – Week 47

323/366
wind whips the plastic
sheeting off the unfinished
house across the street

324/366
the first big windstorm
of the season continues
darkness all day long

325/366
it’s a good thing that
I manage to get work done
in spite of myself

326/366
above the city
constellations visible
Cassiopeia

327/366
one dish thanksgiving
dinner: the most brilliant
idea ever?

328/366
drivers snug in cars
don’t see the need to stop for
runners in the rain

329/366
disconcerting is:
this woman following me
wherever I go.

100 novels in fragments

I spent nine years in Oxford (B.A., D.Phil., JRF), then decided I could not face the enforced specialization of academia. Spent seven years working on various novels, trying to combine this with various jobs. In 1995 I decided this must stop. I had 100 novels in fragments, including a 300-page single-spaced MS with terrible structural problems. I quit my job: I would write till money ran out. Had terrible argument with my father, could not deal with this big difficult book. Thought: We don’t pick our parents. If we could choose, I would have picked someone better than this. Thought: OK. I can’t work on this book. I will write a novel with a simple structure that can be FINISHED. I will set aside a month and write with NO INTERRUPTIONS. (Story: Son of single mother, obsessed with Seven Samurai, goes in search of better father than the one fate provided.)

Helen DeWitt

Ok, now I don’t feel so bad for having eight.

Project 366 – Week 46

316/366
reading with curtains
drawn, listening to rain fall
outside the window

317/366
unexpected smiles
and ‘hi’s from sidewalk strangers
what’s up, Vancouver?

318/366
a cashless soci-
ety? not as long as we
still need laundry change

319/366
is the freezer the
greatest invention ever?
I think it might be.

320/366
so dark I could sleep
all day—I think I need a
SAD lamp alarm clock

321/366
woman carrying
an oversized umbrella
hogging the sidewalk

322/366
mushroom lasagna
inspired by reading food blogs
on the interwebs

Fall 2012 – Week 11

What I did this week:

  • Went to library, took out 10 more books.
  • Updated spreadsheet.
  • Added books to Goodreads & WorldCat (total now: 46)
  • Updated Scrivener project (added author & book pages).
  • Author list now = 34; book list now = 57 (this includes second books by authors on list that I haven’t got yet).
  • Scanned + printed 10 chapters. Expanded into second binder.
  • Completed 7 author bios.

16: Evidence of Murder

Evidence of MurderEvidence of Murder by Lisa Black

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

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Purchased at the library book sale in October 2012.

VPL Fall Book Sale

I was thrilled with this find because Lisa Black (then writing as Elizabeth Becka Lansky) placed second in TC’s first annual Dead of Winter writing contest and ever since I discovered she’s now writing mystery novels, I’ve been wanting to check them out.

My review appears in the December 2012 issue of Toasted Cheese.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that the winner of that first DoW contest, Janet Mullany, has also gone on to publish several novels. A subject for future review!