Strangled Melody is out in the world and I’m here working on other things. I thought it worthwhile to take a moment to comment on the key things I learned from the project. First the obvious: writing is a discipline that must be practiced daily and that there are no excuses for failure to do the work. Do it or don’t. Either way, it’s on your head.
There are several things that came together for me in this project in ways that I don’t think would have occurred without the hellish deadline. There’s something about landing in the deep end of the pond that lends crystalline clarity to your motivation to learn to tread water.
Organization. I’m not talking about your desk or your pencil holder. A story is like a basket of snakes, a writhing, amorphous mass that only makes sense when you tease it apart. Consider your characters, plots (main and subplots), setting (place or world), and the overall picture. Each of them must stand independently, or they will never hang together. Then consider the timeline – the beast that flogs us all and the glue that holds the entire story together. The clock is ticking all the time, don’t lose track of it.
Fortunately, there are tools that make this easier to visualize. Outlook has a feature called My Calendars that allows you to create discrete calendars, separate from your personal/professional calendar. Fictional timelines play out nicely when scheduled day by day in Outlook and they are accessible at the click of a check box.
People often make lists or outlines, but I find these can be quite limiting when dealing with complex subjects like world-building or juggling multiple suspects and pieces of evidence in a crime. Mindmaps are a great tool for capturing and envisioning such multi-dimensional ruminations.
There are lots of tools out there that are used in business or academia that will work just as well for writers building fictional worlds or journalists collecting and developing stories for any media. Screenwriters seem to have figured this out and they make use of many different tools that speed them toward “The End.” The rest of us could take a lesson from them.
Finally, I internalized the fact that writing is both an art and a business. I’ve known that intellectually for years. After all, I’m a businesswoman. But learning that down to the bones has been a struggle until I slapped postage on that box and sent it off. Just in case I don’t get a positive nod from the judges, I’m working on a promotion and marketing plan for the book. And I’ve got a partner who’s just and committed as I am. One way or another, Strangled Melody is going to be published in 2010.
Just Think Differently.
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Making Magic
“There’s a myth among amateurs, optimists and fools that beyond a certain level of achievement, famous artists retire to some kind of Elysium where criticism no longer wounds and work materializes without their effort.” -- Mark Matousek
Among the multitude of excuses and explanations put forth in service of the force of Resistance, the claim that great stuff is produced through some magical process is the most tragic. This is a disservice to the creator and to magic as well. Do I believe in magic? Oh yeah, I do.
The difference is that my Magic wears jeans and work boots. She doesn’t sit on some flower brushing her hair and fanning her gossamer wings until just the right moment to appear and shower fairy dust on my creative output. Magic is a blue collar gal, who gets up in the morning and goes to work with me. She inspires me mainly by prodding me in the buttocks when I start kidding myself about the reality of creative productivity. And I am here to tell you, those boots of hers really hurt!
She’s not just a taskmaster, though. She’s right there by my side when I’m working, encouraging me to put in my time and rewarding me with shimmering insights when I finally get it right. And nothing truly fresh and original springs forth fully realized. If you think it does, you aren’t there yet. In the land of creative endeavor, things that look to good to be true are just that.
Ideas are the first step in a long and torturous journey to powerful creative output. They must be turned, polished, revised, deleted, and pursued down tangential pathways to places no one would ever think of going. The best friends a writer has are the six questions: what, when, where, why, how, and who? Journalists use them to mine and define their material; novelists use them to ferret out the implausibilities, omissions, and follies in their imagined worlds.
I’m currently investing significant energy in world-building for an alternate-reality project I’m developing. I started out with a pretty mundane (dare I say hackneyed?) idea about a girl, a sword, and an elf. Then I started twisting it and at this point, I’ve got humans, self-exiled magical species, demons, and the delicious possibilities that arise when you thrust these disparate creatures together after a millennium of separation. Underpinning it all is the simple question that led me there: What would happen if all the magic left the world, and then suddenly came back?
The answer: All kinds of Hell would break loose. I am so looking forward to it. What’s turning your world on its ear? Just Think Differently.
Among the multitude of excuses and explanations put forth in service of the force of Resistance, the claim that great stuff is produced through some magical process is the most tragic. This is a disservice to the creator and to magic as well. Do I believe in magic? Oh yeah, I do.
The difference is that my Magic wears jeans and work boots. She doesn’t sit on some flower brushing her hair and fanning her gossamer wings until just the right moment to appear and shower fairy dust on my creative output. Magic is a blue collar gal, who gets up in the morning and goes to work with me. She inspires me mainly by prodding me in the buttocks when I start kidding myself about the reality of creative productivity. And I am here to tell you, those boots of hers really hurt!
She’s not just a taskmaster, though. She’s right there by my side when I’m working, encouraging me to put in my time and rewarding me with shimmering insights when I finally get it right. And nothing truly fresh and original springs forth fully realized. If you think it does, you aren’t there yet. In the land of creative endeavor, things that look to good to be true are just that.
Ideas are the first step in a long and torturous journey to powerful creative output. They must be turned, polished, revised, deleted, and pursued down tangential pathways to places no one would ever think of going. The best friends a writer has are the six questions: what, when, where, why, how, and who? Journalists use them to mine and define their material; novelists use them to ferret out the implausibilities, omissions, and follies in their imagined worlds.
I’m currently investing significant energy in world-building for an alternate-reality project I’m developing. I started out with a pretty mundane (dare I say hackneyed?) idea about a girl, a sword, and an elf. Then I started twisting it and at this point, I’ve got humans, self-exiled magical species, demons, and the delicious possibilities that arise when you thrust these disparate creatures together after a millennium of separation. Underpinning it all is the simple question that led me there: What would happen if all the magic left the world, and then suddenly came back?
The answer: All kinds of Hell would break loose. I am so looking forward to it. What’s turning your world on its ear? Just Think Differently.
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Resistance is Fertile...
Last week I raised the subject of dreams – daydreams vs. dreams born of passion. The realization of a dream is the hardest thing in the world, and the easiest. Put one foot in front of the other. That’s it. Achievement comes down to one thing, action.
I used to think that there was something mysterious or dramatic about making my “Big Dreams” into reality. So, I kept busy using all the marvelous tools of procrastination to keep myself from ever taking the necessary and fundamentally mundane steps that lead to success. I did laundry, ran errands, worked hard at everything that didn’t support my dream, and I was remarkably good at it all. I would carve out slivers of time to devote to my dream, looking around expectantly for the lightning bolt to strike and inspire me to greatness. Strangely, that miraculous sign never appeared in the sky (with accompanying orchestral score by John Williams), nobody parted any seas (Red or any other hue), and not a damn thing happened.
Along the way, I excelled at various jobs, built a happy personal life, enjoyed some hobbies, traveled and had some good times. But I couldn’t seem to get things rolling with my dream projects, except in fits and starts that fizzled as life got in the way. I wondered why others could do what I seemed unable to achieve. What was wrong with me? Was it fear? Lack of talent? Laziness?
Then I ran across a book that was written just for me. It changed my life because it shattered my illusions about making dreams come true.
“Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.”
Steven Pressfield wrote this in “The War of Art,” along with many other utterly brilliant, insightful things about the single greatest threat to creative endeavor, Resistance. You may also recognize it in its sister form, Inertia who keeps your ass cradled in your miserably familiar pond. And there’s their little brother, Self-Doubt, who chips away at your confidence, while cousin Fear paints terrifying visions to keep you from taking the risk to try at all. Great family, and they all live right there, between the ears of every person with a dream, idea, inspiration, or hope.
Pressfield posits that Art is war, an apt metaphor because war is ugly, difficult, and will only be won through perseverance against a plan created and directed by a purposeful leader. There will most certainly be setbacks, losses, and excruciating pain. Some days, just moving forward one step at a time will feel like the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Other days, you will triumph and take territory you never thought to win. Ultimately, the agony of the struggle will lead to victory.
And the next day, you get up and start the next campaign, with a new goal, a new vision, and no end in sight. The difference between a life of frustration and stress and a life filled with wonder is the willingness to embrace the challenge posed by your own dreams and do something about them. That’s right, put in the time day in and day out and you win. You may never be rich or famous, but you will live with more passion, joy and lust for the life you have.
You don’t have to quit your day job to fulfill your dreams, just kick Resistance and her dysfunctional family out of your head and take action. Build your campaign, line up the troops (you on the front line), and start marching toward your goal. Carve out time every day to work on it.
No excuses. No fear. Forward march! Just Think Differently.
I used to think that there was something mysterious or dramatic about making my “Big Dreams” into reality. So, I kept busy using all the marvelous tools of procrastination to keep myself from ever taking the necessary and fundamentally mundane steps that lead to success. I did laundry, ran errands, worked hard at everything that didn’t support my dream, and I was remarkably good at it all. I would carve out slivers of time to devote to my dream, looking around expectantly for the lightning bolt to strike and inspire me to greatness. Strangely, that miraculous sign never appeared in the sky (with accompanying orchestral score by John Williams), nobody parted any seas (Red or any other hue), and not a damn thing happened.
Along the way, I excelled at various jobs, built a happy personal life, enjoyed some hobbies, traveled and had some good times. But I couldn’t seem to get things rolling with my dream projects, except in fits and starts that fizzled as life got in the way. I wondered why others could do what I seemed unable to achieve. What was wrong with me? Was it fear? Lack of talent? Laziness?
Then I ran across a book that was written just for me. It changed my life because it shattered my illusions about making dreams come true.
“Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.”
Steven Pressfield wrote this in “The War of Art,” along with many other utterly brilliant, insightful things about the single greatest threat to creative endeavor, Resistance. You may also recognize it in its sister form, Inertia who keeps your ass cradled in your miserably familiar pond. And there’s their little brother, Self-Doubt, who chips away at your confidence, while cousin Fear paints terrifying visions to keep you from taking the risk to try at all. Great family, and they all live right there, between the ears of every person with a dream, idea, inspiration, or hope.
Pressfield posits that Art is war, an apt metaphor because war is ugly, difficult, and will only be won through perseverance against a plan created and directed by a purposeful leader. There will most certainly be setbacks, losses, and excruciating pain. Some days, just moving forward one step at a time will feel like the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Other days, you will triumph and take territory you never thought to win. Ultimately, the agony of the struggle will lead to victory.
And the next day, you get up and start the next campaign, with a new goal, a new vision, and no end in sight. The difference between a life of frustration and stress and a life filled with wonder is the willingness to embrace the challenge posed by your own dreams and do something about them. That’s right, put in the time day in and day out and you win. You may never be rich or famous, but you will live with more passion, joy and lust for the life you have.
You don’t have to quit your day job to fulfill your dreams, just kick Resistance and her dysfunctional family out of your head and take action. Build your campaign, line up the troops (you on the front line), and start marching toward your goal. Carve out time every day to work on it.
No excuses. No fear. Forward march! Just Think Differently.
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