Happy writing, people!
I'm about to share with you my Number One Writing Secret.
Imagine this scenario...you're nodding off to sleep for the night, or you're jamming out to some Colbie Caillet, or you're in the shower, when you hear the rustling sound of fairy wings that is a brand new idea.
You're intrigued. You starts asking questions, and the Next Great American Novel idea has magically opened up behind your eyes.
You with me?
Okay now, stop here.
|This path is beautiful, |
but watch out...
the gate's locked.
You follow the idea around for a bit. You explore, ask questions, and patches of prose, or scenes, briefly touch your mind. It's delicious. This is brilliant, you think.
The fairy tells you the last of her story, and zips away, and you're left with a smile on your face.
Then life happens. You drop the kids off at school, you buy milk or broccoli, you break up fights, or finish an assignment for work.
Finally, you put the kids in front of something mind-numbing, or your roommate goes to bed, and you can finally open up Word...
...and nothing happens.
Okay, you think. There was this idea, and it was so cool, and oh yeah...(you write a sentence recited from memory), but... that's not exactly it. Darn this writer's block. You shut off Word, check Facebook, or Hatrack, and then go watch Netflix.
And the idea is gone. You've lost it.
Okay, now, rewind with me on the path, back to the moment I said stop.
You're in the car, (or the shower, or on your pillow with your eyes closed) and you hear the rustling of fairy wings. You open your mind for a second, and ask enough questions to see if the idea has magic in it, or if it's actually a moth disguised as a fairy. I hate those.
If it's magic...trap it. Wrap it up in a ball, and put it in your pocket. Then, turn on Beyonce as loud as you can, and force yourself to STOP asking questions. Do not explore the idea yet. Put your metaphysical fingers in your ears, and say, "La la la la la! I'm not listening"
As soon as you are able, open up Word and let the girl go. Ask her questions, and she'll tell you her answers. Your fingers will fly over the keyboard, and will catch snatches of prose, moments of magic, locations, characters, and pain.
Then the fairy will tell you the last of her story. She'll leave you with a smile on your face and enough fairy dust left on the screen that you can go flying again whenever you want.
Last week, MaryAnn wrote about how sometimes life gets in the way of writing in this beautiful post. I've thought about that post all week, and I think I've come to a conclusion.
I think she got it backwards. I think the problem comes not when life gets in the way of writing, I think the problem comes when we let writing get in the way of our life. Life comes first. Life is the meal, writing is dessert.
Real life, our children, our responsibilities at work, smiling at our neighbor, talking to the kids as they're buckled in, taking care of yourself so you get enough sleep, or exercise, or keep clean - these things are more important than writing time. I'm not saying writing is not important. It is. But life happens in life.
Writing should always happen at your desk.
But I'm world building, you say. But this is just brainstorming...
Brainstorming only really happens with a pen. Writing, without a pen,( or a desk), is just daydreaming. It's creating ideas that you are going to lose. It's wasting your time, and your magic.
So... my number one writing tip is this. Stop daydreaming, and start writing.
What I'm reading now, Stephen King, On Writing
What I'm writing now, FTCM, Fourth Draft.
Seriously how cute is it that I was working on FTCM? I should keep doing that.
What I'm reading now: The Statistical Probability Of Love At First Sight ( Sixth time is the charm, I super love this one)
What I'm working on now: Pyromancy Part One, final draft, The Waxling, structural edit, AND Funny Tragic Shadowed Magic, first draft...but mostly Pyromancy.(We're at the kissing scenes! Squee!) :)