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Yes, I am doing it. I am taking the NaNoWriMo challenge this year. I have never done NaNoWriMo before. I heard about National Novel Writing Month 2 years ago, but I didn’t consider participating because I already had a project that was in the last stages that needed my complete attention. This time however I am ready to give this thing a try. The only thing is, I am not sure if I am going the write direction with what I am writing.
Obviously, NaNoWriMo takes all ones creative concentration during November. It goes without saying that you need to have discipline to complete 50,000 words in 30 days. One thing I haven’t read in any recent blogs about NaNoWriMo is how to discipline yourself and stay the course with the idea you are writing.
The story that I am writing is one that I began to think about 5 years ago. I really concentrated on the novel 3 years ago and began to plot an outline and develop characters. I knew for a fact after publishing my first novella my next project would be the one I have dreamed about all this time. Then something happened. I knew I had a good story. I knew there was a market for it. The thing is, I realized I hadn’t yet found my unique voice.
I have about 10 other story lines waiting to be turned into something, but I didn’t want to touch those yet either. I began to think about characterization, and what I could do to better my craft of making realistic likable characters. I decided to write a novel on a subject I know very well: drug addiction and mental illness, and I began a new story from scratch. I started the project simply as an exercise to teach myself some of the things I needed to improve upon. I planned to finish the first draft of the book and move on within 3 months. Almost a year later, I am finally done with the beta reader manuscript. Last week I put it in the hands of a few colleagues and turned my attention to the new book—my dream book—but then it struck me: what if I am still not ready to write my dream book.
The story is a hard sci-fi novel that takes place in Africa (a place I have never been), where they speak French along with over two hundred different languages (I speak only English). My main character is a strong, smart female lead (which I am not), and it involves a viral outbreak (I never paid attention in biology class). The story delves into human psychology (which I also know nothing about except for what I have learned about from my own experiences and those close to me), the subject of memory recovery induced by natural psychotropic drugs (which I have done drugs but never the real ones I plan to write about), oh and did I mention the story is a geopolitical thriller as well.
Therein lies my problem: how to stay the course when I doubt my own personal knowledge. I have done a substantial amount of research on these subjects. I think I know them well enough to splice them into my narrative without them being a distraction—you know, fake it till you make it. Still, I get an inkling that I should hold off on writing this book until I go to Africa, take psychology and biology classes and experience the psychotropic drugs native to Africa that I am writing about.
Last year, I was having a conversation with a writing friend about the same issues I am dealing with now. He told me:
Just write it! Get it out before you lose interest or life gets in the way.
Sound advice that I aim to abide by.
Another thing I didn’t consider: a friend I know from my writing workshop explained to me that there are forums from around the world on the NaNo website. She suggested that I put out a call for help if I have any questions about how to entertain an idea when I don’t know the details of it.
I had never thought of that, and I am glad to give it a try.
So, here I am at the beginning of my journey. Wish me luck. National Novel Writing Month begins at midnight on November 1st.
It’s all about the but
noun: contradiction; plural noun: contradictions
Search Google for the word contradiction. The definition that first appears on the web page isn’t a vague description; it is actually quite to the point—as it should be, after all the dictionary is meant to be clear and concise. So, how does contradiction apply to you the writer?
Simple: contradiction is complexity.
I have read and learned from many books about the craft of writing, (Stephen King’s On Writing is my stand out favorite) and countless writing blogs on character development. Some say: you don’t want to have a character that is a cardboard cutout; you want your characters to be three dimensional; you want your characters to be likable. The first two statements are merely complimentary. The latter of the three is just pandering, like the mother that sends her child off to school with cupcakes for the whole class, so the other children will overlook the kid’s snaggletooth smile and play with the poor tike.
In order to engage your reader, don’t make your characters likable, make them relatable. Advice I often hear from author blogs is: give your characters flaws; Give your characters weaknesses; give your characters motivation—even if it’s simply a glass of water; give your characters layers. Contradiction encompasses all of these themes.
Take for instance the debt collector that torments people over the phone for late payments, but can’t pay her own student loan bills and has to work a low income office job just to get by, or the politician with a tough pro-life stance, but is forced to pay for a mistress’s abortion to preserve his candidacy hopes. Think about the thrill seeker that base jumps off of tall bridges, but fears the sound of popping balloons. These are interesting characters because they are in a constant struggle to reconcile their own conscious contradictions.
Giving contradictions to a traditional character archetypes is a great way to freshen up a stale, overused hero, villain or sidekick. Personally, I love the challenge of reinventing an established, tried-and-true, character archetype, and twisting them into such a contradiction that the reader is forced to analyze every step of the narrative to figure out how the character came to being.
There are many characters that drip contradictions in literature, television, movies, and video games that make them— not likable—but relatable. To name just a few:
Contradictions don’t make a character likable; they make the character real—and therefore relatable. In my personal life, the people that I have the strongest emotions toward (good, or bad) are the people that are so similar to me that it makes me feel uncomfortable as if I will be held liable by their actions—guilty by association if you will. If your reader finds similarities in your characters to themselves it will create an emotional response that is engaging and memorable.
People say this, but do that. People are this, but act like that. Well written characters are no different. Contradictions are everywhere; they make the world interesting and keep you guessing.
It’s about the but
Last year I attended my first ever writing workshop during a local art and music festival here in Riverside California called Saturation fest. I have participated in slam poetry sessions and open mic performances in years past, but this time I wanted to concentrate on creativity—not performance. My mind was set on writing as a career, and I was going to put all of my eggs in that one basket. Turns out, that the old adage about how you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet should also state: you’re going to need more eggs than you think because some of those eggs are rotten.
The writing workshop occurred in the basement of my favorite coffee shop: Back to the Grind. I attended, hoping that the facilitator of the workshop would have all the answers, and send me on the true course to writing, publishing, and success. Man, was I ever wrong.
The gentleman that hosted the workshop showed up late. Well, I considered, writers are kind of on their own schedule and are subject to the muse, so I didn’t ruminate too much about the first impression. Let’s call him John, not to hide his true identity, because that could very well be his name, but because frankly, I don’t care to remember his name. John gave a long winded autobiography that felt like it droned on, considering that the gentleman was lacking any kind of charisma or likability. The man made a huge show of his own history but failed to ask us—his audience, and students— who we were, and how we came to find ourselves in such a workshop. John claimed that he was a seasoned journalist and shared with us, not his experiences, but the idiosyncrasies of his process. He collected receipts from every single transaction that he had made since college (and he was far from college), sloppily organized in manila envelopes. Somehow, these breadcrumbs where supposed to lead him to a novel that he would write someday.
His advice was to write anything and everything, and immediately post it to Tumblr so that people could read your work and critique it, and also to establish a kind of digital copyright on half constructed ideas. The idea sounded strange, but I was willing to try it; words of advice: don’t do that.
John then had the group (I say group, but there was only two people besides myself in attendance) go on a field trip to another Saturation Fest event coinciding with the workshop; an indie zine and print shop gathering. He explained: “wander around and take in the sights and sounds of the landscape.” Then we were to write an article about the event and email it to him before Monday. With that, John dismissed himself and disappeared. I did email him the part I wrote—it was quite negative in tone due to my involvement with the whole thing—and did not receive a reply. I chalked it up to experience and continued on my writing journey.
A few months after that failed attempt at a writing workshop, I joined a true writing workshop that inspired me, and sent me on the correct path to learning prose and process. Now, a year later, it is I that am hosting a writing and publishing workshop during Saturation Fest to coincide with my book release—I think I can call it a book launch at this level of press.
I have come full circle; I have learned by taking the bad advice with the good advice (along with the non-advice in the case of John the journalist) and I am ready to give it back to that next new author that is ready to take the next step; maybe my workshop will be assailed, and become fodder for the next writer to put together their own workshop for Saturation Fest next year. As long as I inspire those in attendance to either make the steps to follow their dream of writing, or come to the conclusion that the writing life is not for them, I will have succeeded.
Now the question: What do I talk about?
I brainstormed the idea for The Prick of Time back in 2010. At the time, my creative focus was on spoken word poetry and music writing. I was inspired so strongly that I took a spiral bound notebook to the Irish pub down the street and wrote the first draft over the course of a few hours—and a few pints. I had not written a fully formed story since high school, which I hate to admit was more than 10 years previous to this foray into fiction. I was completely ignorant to the disciplines of writing good prose: proper grammar and mechanics; subject/verb agreement and style; I was even blind to the fact that the story shifted from present tense to past tense—and back again.
Subsequently, the second draft of the story (at the time it was merely called the Stopwatch, which I later found was too telling of a title) was simply the process of transcribing the handwritten first draft onto the computer and using the spellcheck function. I was excited to share my work and gladly shared the short story with friends and family. I received absolutely no response—it was that bad.
I knew I had a good story; why was it so poorly received? Did I simply engage an unwilling audience? Had the general public become such mindless zombies that they couldn’t understand the beauty of the storytelling if it wasn’t a hit TV sitcom or IMAX movie? It never occurred to me that the reasons for the poor reception to my first piece of writing was because it was simply a poor example of writing. Defeated, I placed my dreams of becoming an author on the back shelf.
Fast-forward two years: I had left drug and alcohol treatment with a chip on my shoulder, and I was ready to take on the world. I was in the honeymoon phase of my recovery, and my optimistic worldview convinced me that the universe was conspiring in my favor; I decided to seize upon the opportunity to write; not merely as a hobby, but as an occupation.
I had about ten or so ideas that I thought would be great fodder for a book. But first, I had to slay the beast that was my first story. I decided I must rewrite the Stopwatch. At first, the rewrite was an attempt to reclaim a piece of my ego that was lost due to rejection. Upon completion of the third draft I thought, this still feels wrong. I scrapped the first three drafts and rewrote the entire manuscript. What I began to figure out was that each time I wrote a new draft, new ideas and new subplots boiled to the surface.
I became a member of a weekly writing workshop facilitated by David Allen Lambert and began to understand the process of writing, from gestation to birth, followed by infancy and into adulthood. I was awestruck by the personification of a work of prose because it fit—natural, organic, and precise.
The fourth draft was pivotal; I had found a theme. Mind you, the end of the story never once changed—only the path to get there. The fifth draft had three variations of one chapter (I choose to take a philosophical direction but I found that it wasn’t necessary and felt preachy and pretentious). I concentrated on making my writing more concise for the fifth draft. On the sixth draft, I tied up some loose ends and finally felt secure in having the completed manuscript checked by Ruben Ruvalcaba—a friend that I trusted in the fine art of proofreading. The seventh draft was what has become the definitive finished work, The Prick of Time. The eighth draft was simply a formality—Smashwords (the website that I used to upload my book to Amazon Kindle, iBooks, Epub, HTML, and other online publishing platforms) was very particular about formatting for e-publication.
In the end, the process of drafting taught me that a good idea is only as good as the attention span it can hold. If you lose your reader in the first few lines of prose—whether because of misspellings, poor mechanics or pace—you lose your reader’s trust; and thus, you lose everything.
I once heard a joke a long time ago about a drunkard looking for his lost keys under a street light. A police officer comes along and helps the man look for his keys. After a time the police man asked the drunkard, “Are you sure that you lost your keys around here?” To which the drunkard replied, “No, I lost them in the park but the light is better over here.” Amusing but far from the hilarious observations made by the late comedian, Mitch Hedburg.
It was only recently that I discovered the term “the streetlight effect” is used in reference to observational biases in the fields of social sciences and research. Scientists often look for results by taking information that is available instead of taking the time to explore the darker regions of undiscovered sciences. Modest measures are suggested as solutions and then hastily disproved. In other words, the scientists often found someone else’s keys in the light.
I have heard this system of thought applied to the search for extraterrestrials in that cosmologists are searching for signals on a very small spectrum of the overall wavelengths of the universe and that we are very unlikely to find intelligent life using our current flawed system of research techniques. Imagine that radio telescopes are listening for alien EDM (I imagine aliens probably prefer classical music, but for the sake of this argument, the aliens rave at the Andromeda disco) and the Kepler spacecraft is looking for earth like exoplanets that have life similar to our own, but the intelligent life out in the universe is somewhere in the spectrum of non-carbon life. Stephen Hawkin supposed this might be true along with the hypothesis that if there is intelligent life out in the universe that it would likely be malevolent and be stockpiling nukes (his actual words). Oh Stephen, you loveable, lazy, optimist in your tiny, smart car.
So, how does this whole observational bias about a silly drunkard looking for his keys under a street light apply to me, Mr. Brian Philipsen. Other than the drunkard part (which I am happy to say that I am two and a half years sober) I have found that this process of thought applies to me and my process of creative writing. I don’t know if it is true but Albert Einstein is often quoted as saying, “We cannot solve our problems using the same thinking we used when we created them.” When I have trouble finishing a chapter that I am writing because the prose doesn’t fit I simply look to change a few words here and there using a thesaurus as if the problem is that the word doesn’t sound right. The problem isn’t the word I use or even the situation the word is being used in. It is the effect of the writing process that blocks my creative self from effectively communicating my ideas to my deliberate self or the conduit of thought to paper.
I am in the midst of analyzing my writing process and of those around me to discover new pathways for the thought to reach the page and eventually the reader. I know I am a creative person. I have ten stories in a bare-bones and scaffolding kind of outline just waiting to be put on the page. I don’t have any problems with writer’s block (it is more like what to sit down and work on writing first). I have trouble making my words come alive and not sound wish-washy or repeating ideas into redundancy. I understand that I am still finding my voice and this can take years but I hardly patient enough for such a thing.
I have learned in recovery to take it one day at a time and that helps me be mindful of the moment but there is always a nagging self at the back of my mind kicking me in the butt and telling me to make up for lost time. I wasted my twenties getting wasted and not writing, although, I did daydream and brainstorm some very good ideas which are now the brick and mortar for the material I will build my future novels with.
Writers Unite! Is a workshop/writing group I am putting together to figure out all things writing and networking. I have read many books about process and they all give different scenarios and exercises to better the writer but I need something more interactive– something with interaction, experimentation and discussion of results and sharing those conclusions with other like-minded people. It is my hope that by doing a workshop I will be able to share what I know and learn what works for some and what might get me out of my own tragic opinion of my juvenile prose.