I’m at my parents’ house for Yom Kippur and I want a snack. But Yom Kippur is all about fasting and atoning for your sins, so I can’t have a snack.
Grumble grumble.
Anyway, last week I decided to start writing a novel.
It’s something I’ve tried to do several times in the past. One of the stories I used in my writing class this summer originally started out as the beginning of an attempted novel. (Maybe I’ll even turn it into one at some point.) And I tried National Novel Writing Month a few years back. Last week I was experiencing writer inspiration/frustration, and I finally decided to give it a shot again.
I started last Thursday, and I’m going to try to do a little bit each day, no matter how little. I think that if I lower the bar and just set a goal of a few paragraphs a day, it will be less intimidating and easier to accomplish.
I have no ideas for a plot. I just started with a sentence that seemed halfway interesting and took it from there. I don’t think I’m even going to use the sentence I started with, but it was a trigger for other stuff.
One problem (and it has been one throughout my writing life) is that I constantly second-guess what I’m doing or thinking of. “This idea has been done before, I read a book that used it,” or “This isn’t original enough,” or “Who wants to read another [xyz] story,” and so forth. But I’m trying to silence the voices and just try to write something that I would want to read.
This is not necessarily easy. I went to a book store a few days ago to find books about writing – there are a few that got good reviews on Amazon – but the ones I looked at were focused on writing what sells, as opposed to writing what you want. I put one book back on the shelf after reading a sentence that said something like, “Your main character must be likable and heroic. Nobody wants to read a book with an unlikable protagonist.” Confederacy of Dunces, anyone? I was annoyed.
I wound up picking up a book called Unstuck, about getting past writer’s block. I find that inspirational-type books on writing can really help get my juices flowing, especially since what I usually need most is confidence.
I’ve written about 2,100 words of this attempt at a book so far, which is already more than I thought I would get down. So that’s a good sign.
Anyway, you’re all forbidden to ask me about this writing project unless I say you can. I need to keep my novel-writing space private and protected from the world.
Which is totally why I’m blogging about it, of course.
All I want to say is: Happy writing, Jeff!
Congrats on the new project, best of luck! May the writing muses be kind to you.
I’m right there with you on this one. My problem is getting into it and second guessing myself half way through. Sounds like you’re in a good place now. Much luck!
My problem is getting Dorothy across the room to have that important conversation with Reginald. How much detail? What’s she thinking? Wearing? Noticing? By the time Dorothy’s done critquing the ballroom’s dusty moldings, she and I have both forgotten what she needed to say to Reg.
Good for you! Stick with it.
So I read some gay novel a while ago and was pissed off with it, thinking “Even I can do better than that!” I’ve been turning it over ever since, worked up a plot outline and the start of several scenes. You’ve just inspired me to see if I can pick it up again. And this time ignore all those internal voices saying “old hat!”, “trite!”, and especially “see, told you you don’t have an original thought in your head!” So it would seem it’s time for both of us to turn the opera up loud and just get on with it. Orfeo ed Euridice in my case.
Not Snacking, but *writing* … ?
Way to go!