This week, I made a plan. It goes like this:
1) Make an outline that is more than just “and then THIS happens”.
2) Organize all the scenes I have so far and make them flow.
3) Get first 10,000 words to Crit Partner.
4) Write! Even if I think it sucks at the time. KEEP GOING!
So, I set out to accomplish this plan. I’ve been working on this for 2 years now, so I’ve not seen everything I’ve written past-wise in a while. Then I didn’t write at all during the end of the pregnancy and, come to find out, I have postpartum depression. Don’t continue on the same story when you’re crazy, by the way. From experience, your characters become crazy, too. What I should have done was start a new story while I was crazy and seen where THOSE characters could go. Oh, well, hindsight and all. I’m getting better, by the way, which is why I could make a plan and carry it out. I might elaborate in a person post later when it’s not so fresh and I can process.
So I read what I wrote in the beginning, and boy, did it stink big dung piles. Harsh, I know. I was melodramatic and campy. It was like reading a soap opera. I over-explained. I wrote multiple descriptions for EVERYTHING. Every gesture was over-dramatized. I wanted to know when I was going to get to the plot, and I wrote the scene!
And then it came. A light in the darkness. A scene that showed rather than told. A conversation that exposed just enough. A metaphor in just the right spot. Something of which I was proud to read.
I saw a change in my writing. Progress. It gave me hope. I know that what I read at first was…well…it was bad, but I also knew that I had it in me to write well and I had to write badly at first to get there. All it took was practice. Practice. PRActice. PRACTICE!
Doing what I want to do A LOT. How’s that for gratification?
Pretty dang great…once you see the progress.
A little something about me: I like quotations. A few words that hold a mouthful of meaning.
This one about writing applies to me: “I don’t like to write, but I love to have written.” ~ Michael Kanin
For me, the satisfaction comes after you pour yourself on paper, sit back, and think This is good.
Gloria Steinam also laid out my feelings into a neat little package when she said, “Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”
Too true, Steinam. Too true.