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Blocking Nanowrimo Writer’s Block – Remembering old Soviet Bloc

November 6, 2010

For me, what is hardest about Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) is not doing the writing; it’s believing in the writing.

That’s not exactly right.   What’s hard to believe is that the writing will add up to something that will go out into the world and be read.

Partly this relates to a certain lack of confidence in my own ability to finish a project to its utmost finished state.  Although frankly, I have a fair amount of confidence in this area–I’ve written a few novels which at one point or another I believed to be in their utmost finished state.  (The only reason I began unraveling these books was that they didn’t seem to appeal to publishers in that state.)

Which brings me to the source of my true lack of confidence–the increasing awareness of the difficulty in getting projects out so that they are accessible and noticeable in our jam-packed, self-promotional, world.

This end piece (the difficulty in actually doing something with a novel, once written) can make it very difficult to write the novel.  Of course, this gloominess is an excuse, but it’s a true hindrance.

What to do about it?

The answers are obvious but worth writing down:  put the dispiriting out of your mind.  Focus on the endeavor itself.   Find satisfaction in the process.  And, importantly, remember (always) the possibility of the unexpected;  think of the Soviet Union!  Who really predicted–at the time– that it would end the way it did?

I’m not sure my inner novelist is very much like Gorbachev (kind of hope not),  and I’m not sure it’s positive to be inspired by collapses!  But hey, you have to work with what you’ve got.  Keep doing it.

Working on Lappup…errr…

November 5, 2010

Working with....Lappup

Nano-Update – Falling Victim To The Martyred Selves

November 5, 2010

Falling Victim To the Martyred Self

Over 11,000 words and I don’t have a super clear story yet, though I have a (sort of) direction, and a sense of viable characters.

Needless to say that a lot of the first 10,000 words have not involved these characters.  The primary characters in those beginning forays were martyred versions of myself.  Even as I was writing about those saintly victims, I knew I could probably not use them.  It’s not just that self-pity seems kind of self-indulgent in print; martyred versions of one’s self tend to be very passive, i.e. because they are victims, they don’t tend to do much; people are just mean to them and they sigh.  Little happens.

All those words, however, did make me think of writing about a time, a place, and an activity that I would never have come up with on my own.  Now, the problem is carrying out.  I’ve only truly begun and already I’m getting tired.   Writing does require a certain energy, and I find that that energy gets dampened by a day at the office.  It takes a considerable amount of dancing, (this is where a huge, but very inexpensive, Fred Astaire album on iTunes comes in handy) to build it up again, and so, by the time I start writing, it is very late at night, if not early in the morning.   (All that web-surfing is also a big drain.)

Okay, okay, more self-pity!  I’m sorry!   (Self-pity also generates a certain kind of energy!!!!)

Glad for the week-end.

Nanowrimo–Never Enough Time At The Computer

November 4, 2010

 

Especially If You Have To Share

Nanowrimo – Morning Update – What next?

November 4, 2010

 

Pearl More Enthusiastic Than I am

I’m past 10,000 words and still hoping that my unconscious will supply a story line –you know, one of those things with beginning, middle, and end.  As it is, scenes shift, and something happens inbetween the shifts (the unwritten part), but little in the scenes themselves.  Is it all going to be background?  Random moods?

Granted, my focus has been very mixed.   I just have to hope that my unconscious works best when no one (i.e. me) is watching it too closely.

I don’t truly believe that this is the way interesting novels are written.   I’m a planner.  But then I tell myself to just try.    What do I have to lose?  Why not?  Who cares?   What the F?   Etc. etc. etc.

I’m concerned that all these questions are really a cover for….what’s next?

Frustrated With Nanowrimo (That is, Myself)

November 3, 2010

It’s all a bit frustrating.  I’m working on a Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month novel) and I still have only the merest glimmerings of a story.

I have a lot of old plots I could have used.  I wanted to be freer.

But the freer one that I seem to be working on (which I can’t detail because it’s too amorphous and silly) is amorphous and silly.

Maybe some of the words will add up to something.  I think perhaps the 9000 may be boilable into a reasonable haiku.

Pearl Gets Thoughtful About Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month)

November 3, 2010

Pearl Gets Thoughtful About Nanowrimo

Nanowrimo – Plot Begins To Flutter, Cook, Gell…errr.. Light Up?

November 3, 2010

Pearl's Not Sure This Will Work

Aha!  A plan forms, vaguely, during my brain’s optimal thinking time, which is in those moments in the night when my eyes flutter open because “god,I’m thirsty” (I have a phobia about drinking water and really have a hard time with it), or have to go to the bathroom, or “god, I’m just incredibly thirsty.”

All the time what I was really thirsty for (aside from fluids) was a plot, a plan, a narrative structure.

My eyes didn’t flutter quite enough, and the plan is admittedly still extremely vague.  It is a bit like a egg not sure if it will fry or scramble or even turn out to be a lightbulb.

And where will that egg cook?   I have an idea–Las Vegas, a placehot enough to cook the egg all right, even on the pool deck–but it’s a place I last visited thirty years ago, and I really am not sure I know it well enough to use it.

Can the whole take place thirty years ago?  I suppose. (Let’s say it’s one of those really old eggs that never actually smells rotten.)   But doesn’t there have to be some reason for that?

Have to start finding out.

Fried?

More on Nanowrimo–Opting for Artistry (Agh!)–Missing the Astaire

November 2, 2010

All pancakes one pancake?

So far, I seem to be opting for the artistic in my nanowrimo novel.  I have to confess that I think this is nearly always a mistake,

No offense to you true artists out there, but art is very difficult to sustain in a novel.  “Artistry” is even harder.

By “artistry”, I mean (at least in my case) a certain kind of dissonant fragmentation (i.e. modern artistry, post-war, post-a-bunch-of wars).     It can work wonderfully in visual art, and even in a poem, but in something that takes a while to absorb–say a novel (you have to read it)–there had better be something very very good there, some hook.

Agh!

Weirdly enough, I have also been listening to a great deal of Fred Astaire.   (Dancing makes me happy!)   Fred Astaire illustrates amazing artistry, not particularly “high” as in “highbrow” (only high-stepping.)

He is silly, clever;  even his most abstract dance maneuvers fold into a kind of narrative–they have a beautiful symmetry.

And yet, even though I really do believe in that kind of symmetry, I am not pursuing it, or, for that matter, a plot, a plan, a maneuver.  Rather, I am trusting in my unconscious as I write, right now.  It’s not “automatic writing” a la Yeats, but just what comes next and next and next, (in my brain, not in any time sequence.)  I’m basically layering with whatever my brain ladles out.    My only hope is that there will prove to be a connection in the sense that, in one brain, all pancakes are (sort of) one pancake.  But, well–if all pancakes are one pancake, then what is a “short stack?”

Agh! (aghaghagh!)   (short stack of aghs.)

Nanowrimo – Some will do anything for success

November 2, 2010

Doing What It Takes (Pearl Just Doesn't "Get" Plagiarism)