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Work in progress- the writing shed, days 3 to 6

Work in progress

Still exhausted and doing no writing, I’ve been working eight hours a day on the shed. It’s coming along.

Slowly, a lot slower than I’d like, but I’m getting there. These jobs always take far longer and cost far more than planned, and the shed is no exception.

The photo is where I was yesterday morning. Today, the whole interior – walls, ceilings, and even the z-framed timber door, have polystyrene insulation. It’s not beautiful. I patchworked a lot of odd size pieces together to reduce the amount of wastage. But it should be functional, especially when I add a layer of foil over the top, which I hope will seal all the gaps well enough.

I don’t know how my husband worked in the shed when it was his computer workshop. He must have frozen his butt off in winter and barbecued it in summer. I grew up in Australia. Heat I’m okay with, but my cold tolerance is minimal. I normally wear three layers of thermal underwear under my clothes, and fingerless gloves inside our house in the British winter, so a freezing drafty shed is not doing to do it for me. Insulation is more important than how it looks!

I’m hoping I can achieve both a comfortable and an attractive writing space though.

Next comes the foil, and taping all the gaps in that, then I’ll staple up a tented ceiling from an old white sheet. Don’t want to risk anything heavier on the ceiling, there’s not enough to nail into. It would NOT help my writing to have the ceiling fall on my head! The walls will be light spruce tongue and groove boards.

I’ll need to ensure I fix the leaks, before I start that. There are a couple of broken edges on boards outside that I’ll patch. I’ve put new support under the shed and stopped the water tracking up where it rotted out in that damp corner. I’ve ordered better window perspex, and guttering and a water tank. My lovely husband is painting the outside for me.

Luckily, we finally have summer! No rain at all the last two days. It’s been beautifully sunny and all a British summer day should be, after raining heavily every day so far this month. I hope it stays dry. I won’t get much more done until Thursday now, between the Day Job and visiting the MiL.

The lovely thing about this sort of physical work is that my mind has been free to wander. Yesterday, I came up with a new story idea. It will be fun to write. At last some characters based on my Flying Doctor days I feel happy with! I don’t think they’re romance cliches. It doesn’t feel like it at this stage. I’m looking forward to mining that period of my life. The story needs a lot of development work yet. Mind mapping, and finding out more about who these people are.

But I’m resisting the temptation to chase the bright new shiny. I’ll edit the Christmas story first. I’m almost to the stage where I have enough distance from the writing of it to do the edits justice, and to want to start back into it again. With no words count constraints, I think it will end up around five thousand words longer than the version I submitted. I’ll address the issues the editor pointed out in the rejection. The choppy jerky writing and the lack of clarity, product of cutting too much to get word count within limits.

I know it will take a lot of work, and I’m looking forward to that!


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Rejection- and a lesson on how I need to write


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I’m Autumn, and I’m an optimist.

There, now I’ve confessed the terrible truth, I can start the change process, right?

Optimism is normally considered a good thing. And it can be. The hope of a good outcome lets us start ambitious new projects. It keeps us going when times are tough. It lets us bounce back from defeats, because things are bound to get better. Even when we have defeats and face disappointments, at least we’ve felt good along the way.

Optimism is good. But it can also cause problems. Unrealistic expectations. Look where optimism got Mr Micawber.

Now, that doesn’t mean I want to be a pessimist. I’m married to one. Believe me, one in any household is enough. Pessimism has it’s own set of problems. I’ve had pessimistic periods in my life, and I’ve worked hard to leave that behind.

Pessimism leads to ideas that never get acted on. Projects abandoned at the first road bump, because “It was never going to work out, anyway.” Yes, pessimists can be pleasantly surprised, while optimists are often disappointed, but oh my, the misery along the way for the pessimist.

Problem is, optimism can lead to taking on too much. Overestimating what we can do and how long it will take to do it. Setting deadlines (or accepting deadline requests from someone else), that we just can’t meet. Or we bust a gut to meet, but with work that’s not as good as it could be, bent out of shape to meet the deadline. Saying “Yes” to things we’d be better saying “No” to.

I want to be a realist (better yet, an awesomist!).

I don’t have an editor dishing out  writing work to me specifically yet, but I have a nasty habit of setting self-made deadlines that are just plain crazy. Like seeing a Call for Submissions with an impossibly close due date and deciding to go for it, because idea machine my brain is, I can’t see a Call without getting at least one idea.

The answer may just be to avoid reading those Call for Submissions posts on editor’s blogs. Or if I’m gonna read them, read them when they’re first posted, not a month and a half later!

That alone might not help me, unfortunately. Long deadlines do the “I’ve got ages to write this so I’ll do that first” thing for me. Without the time pressure, getting down and doing the work easily slides to the end of my To Do list, because I optimistically hope it will take a lot less time than it actually does.

*sigh*

If I want to write full-time, knowing what makes a realistic deadline for me and how to keep it is one of the first lessons I need to learn.

The trigger for this ramble was this post, and my Christmas story getting rejected.

The email waited when I got home from visiting my mother-in-law yesterday (as if that wasn’t enough bad for one day!).

Now at least I didn’t have a long wait. But I had hopes for this story. I worked so hard on it. I do believe it’s the best thing I’ve written. I truly thought I’d cracked it with this one. I won’t pretend the rejection didn’t hurt, it did. When I read the email, it kicked me in the guts. I had a little cry. But I can’t stay hurt, unless I want to give up writing.

Here’s what he said-

I adore your premise, but the writing is a little too choppy/disjointed, and it’s hard to get a clear sense of what’s happening.

He’s right.

I knew this when I submitted the story, but I simply didn’t have time to fix it. To reduce the word count, I mangled the story. Too many short sentences. Missed words that really need to be there. It doesn’t flow well. I dropped two and a half k in the first round of edits, a lot on a twenty k novella, and lost more than just excess words with those cuts.

Trying to avoid my usual sin of rambling and overwriting, I took my writing spare to the point of losing the meaning and readability. The story needed to be twenty k. Yes, I needed to trim my first draft, tighten it and lose some weak bits and strengthen other things. But I didn’t need to damage my story so badly in the process.

Anyway, I know what to do now. I’ll let the story sit for a month or so, get some distance from it while I work on something else. Then I’ll come back to it. Do another round or three of edits and put back in much of what I took out. I’ll let the story be as long as it needs to be to tell the story right, without drifting into overwriting.

Then I’ll probably self-publish it, just for the fun of it and because I’ve wanted to have a go at self-pubbing for a long time.

Anyway, that’s down the track a bit. What’s immediate is deciding what story to start on next, and learning the lesson here.

I already have plenty of ideas for my next project, rewriting the rejected Valentine’s Day novella, set in my imaginary Australian country town of Koowindra. From that starting point, I have three or four possible stories, all different enough I could write all of them without self-plagiarism. Now I need to develop each idea enough that I can see which one grabs me the most to start first. 

I can write so many variations on this story. Coming home is a recurring theme for me. Whether it’s the hero or the heroine, someone who’s never had or  who has lost their sense of home is finding what their home is. And who their home is with.

Finding home, finding love.

That’s the truth of all my stories. Home means love, and love means home. Either they go to the place that’s home for them, and find love there waiting for them; or they find that love gives them the sense of home they’ve been missing. Either way, the theme is the same. I have so many possible variations on this. Five or six different ideas just for Koowindra stories. The Haven Bay series, another five or six stories. All different, all with the same core theme.

That’s okay, I think. It won’t make my stories too samey. I’m writing what’s important to me. I hope that will resonate with my readers too. The key to writing authentic romance stories is coming from my own emotional truth, I believe. Not writing cynically, writing what I think will sell. Writing from my heart- what I hope and believe and know.

And that’s the lesson. Not so much “don’t set unrealistic goals”. Not so much stop being an optimist. But be true to what I know about my stories.

I knew once I got to the halfway point in first draft that the story needed around twenty k, way over the required word count. I changed the outline, to keep it going even further over. That was a good choice, it strengthened the story structure.

The bad choice was then hacking the first draft not only beyond recognition but beyond readability to get word count down.

I had two other options at that stage- let the story be what I knew it needed to be, and sub it long anyway, to the same or a different publisher through regular submission routes. Not  through the Call for Submissions, as it didn’t meet what the editor requested. Or if I really desperately wanted to sub to the Call, start a new version. Change the story and the characters and the conflict enough to fit the requested word count. That’s what I’ll need to do when I’m a published writer, working on contract, with deadlines that have to be met. I need to give the editor what I promised.

It’s about staying true to the integrity of the story, and keeping my promise as a writer, both at the same time. If I sub something to an editor, it must  be what they’ve asked for. If the story isn’t they asked for, I shouldn’t sub that story to them. Doesn’t make it a bad story, it just means it’s not the right story for that particular editor for that particular request. Destroying the integrity of the story isn’t the answer. Keeping my promises is.

So back to the beginning again- the need for realistic promises! Maybe, knowing I’m an optimist, what I need to do is guess the time I think something will take, and double it.

Now on to fixing up the writing shed. It needs insulating, lining, and decorating. I can do that in a weekend, right?


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Just write it!


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Today, I need to stop agonising over what to write, and just get something written on a story. I don’t care which one, as long as it’s a story!

I am so done with writing about writing, instead of just doing the writing.

I’m  making myself accountable. I’ll report back here on my progress today.

How about you? How do you kick-start your writing when so much else (including ourselves!) seems to get in the way?


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Fear of beginning a big scary story- or fear of subbing?


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I’m feeling stuck- conflicted about what I should write what’s best for me to write.

A few days ago I did a post on starting a new story, and committing to finishing it. I need that so much! I am a serial starter. New story ideas come to me easily, I get excited, do a bit of planning, start the story, and give up after a few chapters. Or i finish first draft and never edit it. Or I get as far as editing a partial enough to submit, get a rejection, and again the story languishes, because I’m off with the next exciting new story.

If I took the same approach to my love life, I’d have gone through about forty-something boyfriends in the last ten years, instead of being happily looking forward to our tenth wedding anniversary in Paris next April!

I’m running through my list of unfinished stories since I started writing fiction again in January 2008.

It’s worrying.

I haven’t properly completed a single story. Ever.

By “completed” I mean not just first drafted but edited and rewritten and made as good as I possibly could.

I thought I had with one, the novella I wrote last December, but I was wrong. All I really did was tidy up and gently tweak the first draft, when it needed some serious cutting and rewriting in parts. I saw that straight away when I re-read it a few months later. So much that was wrong with it became obvious. It’s a wonder I got such a kind rejection! “Let a story sit as long as you can before re-reading it” is my favourite advice for self-editing. I was totally blind to all that needed editing when I’d only just finished first drafting it, on a deadline and needing to submit fast.

That one hasn’t been finished yet. I saw I could take it two ways, rewrite as a longer story and go broader and deeper, or cut it in half for an even shorter novella. I started the longer rewrite, but stopped after two chapters, enticed away by a new story idea.

My story files are a clutter. I’ve got four other first drafts through to “The End”. One of those, I’ve edited the partial for submission, got a nice rejection, and started a complete rewrite. I’ve got another three or four stories around a third to half-way first drafted. There are more that are just two or three chapters that were abandoned. I’ve got a lot of first chapters, written for contests or just because I had a new story idea, that I didn’t take any further. Then there’s the big folder full of story ideas I haven’t started yet, just jotted a page or two on, but I don’t make myself feel any guilt about that.

It’s all the unfinished stories that I’m guilty about.

I publicly committed to completing the next story I start. I have to get in the habit of finishing what I start, if I want my writing to ever be more than a hobby. So I’m developing the story now. The problem is, it’s going to be huge. far bigger, both in word count and complexity, than anything I’ve ever written before. My guess is this story will take around a year just to first draft. Probably as much again to edit. It does scare me. It scares me silly.

But in a comment on that previous post Mike perceptively suggested I may be using the big story as a way of hiding from another fear.

If you fear rejection, then embarking on a brand new, multi-year writing project might not be the best thing to pursue at this time. A shorter, more quickly completed story will force you to tackle that submission fear of yours sooner rather than later.

Then you can send out the short work while writing the longer one.

Initially, my reaction was “No, course not” but now I’m wondering if maybe he is right. Am I using the big story as a way to avoid more rejection?

Possibly.

It’s interesting that when I looked at the editing last thing I subbed, the rejected novella, I chose to go for the longer rewritten version and not the shorter easier fix. Part of that was because I wanted to enter it into a first chapter contest, and the longer story is a better fit for the publisher’s submission guidelines. (In the end, I missed that deadline anyway.) Now I’m also considering if I didn’t want to do the shorter version out of fear of needing to sub again so soon.

I can see how the 22k novella could be a different, much stronger story as the 10k version. Doing that wouldn’t stop me still rewriting it as the longer 50k version if I wanted to, because so much needed changing for that it would be a complete rewrite anyway. I’m thinking, while I slowly develop the very big 100 k story idea, which will need a lot of prewriting planning, maybe I should do the 10k  rewrite of the rejected novella.

It was so clear on re-reading that the story could have ended around 10k. That’s when the emotional issues
actually resolved. The other 10k was a sex scene and a lot around resolving the external block.

Yes, I had it totally back to front!

In romance, the characters really do have to resolve the external issues BEFORE the internal emotional ones. That’s because the main story question is always ”How do these two very different people overcome all the blocks in the way of them committing to a truly loving relationship?” not “How do they solve the external problem?”

I do want to write this story. I think it could be good.

Now I’m feeling torn. I know I’m scared to start the big story. I’m afraid it’s way beyond my ability to write. I want to do it anyway. I don’t want to run away from this.  I also have this contradictory desire to be writing shorter stuff and subbing. But I don’t want to use editing the novella as an excuse, a cop-out, an escape from taking on the big  scary project.

I’m going to have a go at doing both. I’ll do the development work on the fantasy story, in parallel to editing the novella.

Wish me luck!

And tell me, how do you juggle working on two different writing projects at once?


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What first drafts are for


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I haven’t even started writing the story yet and already I’m stressing about getting it right.

A scene complete with dialogue started playing on that movie screen in my head, of course in the bath when I have no way to write it down. I thought a cliche, and stopped the story with a screech of brakes to come up with an alternative, something brighter, less everyday. Of course, nothing came but different cliches. Fresh language can’t be forced. No more story after that.

I need to remember what first drafts are for.

They’re for getting the story down. They aren’t the place to spend half an hour worrying about a better way to express a single phrase. They aren’t the place to stop and think about whether my language is too simple or too flowery. They aren’t the place to make it all pretty and neat and tidy and politically correct and unoffensive to anyone, even my mother-in-law. They aren’t the place to take the whole writing session doing a long research session on the physics of time travel or the streetscape in 1800′s Paris or whatever. They aren’t the place to stress about whether the character’s GMC is coming out enough or my scenes and sequels are in the right order or my Break into Two comes at the right word count.

That comes later.

First drafts are for getting to know the characters, getting those story people on the page, moving around, thinking, feeling, talking, doing things. Fleshed out, not cardboard. They’re for finding out what the story is about. They’re for cutting loose and having fun with words, being as wild and outrageous and playful as I want, or as pedestrian and simplistic and cliche riddled as it comes too. Whatever it takes, if that’s what gets the story down on the pages so I have something I can edit later.

Second draft is for the tightening, the fine tuning, the layering in more of what’s needed, the taking out of what’s not, the moulding and shaping.

It is for me, anyway. I know everyone has a different process. I have published friends who edit as they go, whose minds work in a miraculous way that means close to first drafts can be subbed, with minimum rewrites. They don’t plan, either. I’m not jealous at all, oh no, not a bit. I’m always this colour green.

The thing is, I’ve tried that. And I’ve tried extensive prewriting planning. It simply doesn’t work for me. I end up with a slow, stodgy, overcooked porridge story, no life or energy in it.

I do plan, at least try to get to know my characters and what their story arc might be, how they need to grow and change over the course of the story. But I still seem to need a discovery draft. I need to fumble my way in the dark towards what my story is. The real story I want to write always seems to end up being something a long way from what I first thought. I’ve tried doing it differently, but it keeps coming back to the same thing. This is my process. I write my way in. This is what I need to respect, and work with, and play with.

Just like morning pages, no second thoughts. No deleting. Just keep those hands moving on the keys and those words coming. Write as wild and as raw and as real as I can. Yes, I might have a plan, a bit of an idea where I’m going. I don’t want to set off into the pathless forest without any sort of map and compass and concept of direction at all.  But I don’t know what I’ll find until I get in there. I need to keep reminding myself to let the story be what it is in first draft. Crazy, chaotic, contradictory, crappy.

Because somewhere in that mess is the story I really want to tell.

Well, I’m pretty sure that’s my writing process. Not the recommended method, especially by story architecture purists, but it’s mine! What’s yours?


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Starting again- and committing to finishing

Starting a new story
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I’m starting a new story.

A scarily big story in a genre I haven’t tried writing for years.

I love this stage, when the characters and ideas are all new and bright and shiny. Every one comes to me feeling like a gift, new and exciting.

Part of me thinks I must be crazy to take on something so ambitious, so potentially beyond my ability to pull off. Part of me wonders if it’s just another procrastination and avoidance of rejection routine- by writing a story that will take me ages to write, I can delay the next rejection. Part of me can’t wait to get started and wants nothing better than to dive into it.

Wish me luck!

I’ve done this so many times before, only to stop before I complete the journey. Maybe I get a complete first draft, but I never edit it. Maybe I get halfway and get bogged down in the Slough of Saggy Middle and give up. Maybe I write two or three chapters and the shiny newness fades and I get distracted by another pretty story idea that drifts across my path like a butterfly. Maybe I don’t even get that far, I just do a few pre-writing character charts and can’t get it together.

Best form of self-sabotage ever. Write loads, and never complete anything. So totally safe from failure. So totally safe from any risk of ever getting published, seen recognised, maybe criticised.

I don’t want to do that this time.

This time, I’m committing to finishing this story. Properly finishing. Edits and all. No thinking first draft is good enough to sub. No giving up when things get tough. If I get stuck, I can switch to one other project. So that’s it. Them’s the rules. Two projects, this one and an older story first drafted three years ago. No other stories, until this one is done. Distracting new story ideas get written down, then filed and firmly ignored.

Real writers do more than just write. They finish their stories. Then they send them out into the world.

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