Let the record show that as I am writing this– on the fifteenth of April in the Year of our Lord 2018– I am currently stuck in my house in the midst of what could reasonably be described as a blizzard. Or, at the very least, a snowstorm. A STORM. OF SNOW. IN APRIL. WHAT KIND OF WESTEROS NONSENSE IS THIS.
But enough about the weather! Or at least, enough about the weather that isn’t also about writing, because this is going to be one of those really fun metaphor-heavy blog posts! Get hyped! (Please don’t leave.)
Real talk: I am in no position to roast the weather for this on-again, off-again, tease-you-with-spring-and-then-slam-winter-back-onto-your-head behavior. Because that wishy-washy nonsense is exactly how I am with my writing projects. In particular, a project we’re going to call DD has been started and abandoned so many times I’m surprised the main characters haven’t come to life and physically attacked me. (“Get your sh*t together, writer lady!”)
Based off of my deep-dive investigations into my Google Drive (because I seriously don’t remember at this point) I first started writing DD in January of 2016, and got about 70 pages in before abandoning the draft. I then revamped the story and completed a brand new draft of it for NaNoWriMo in November of 2016. That draft cemented the personalities of the characters for me, but the plot was a mess, and I realized I was using the wrong character as the MC. In July of 2017, I began a rewrite of the story for Camp NaNoWriMo, with some major plot changes and a different character as the MC. I once again got about 70 pages in before abandoning it. Cut to this month, when I decided to give DD a whirl for Camp Nano YET AGAIN. I got 7-8 pages into it, realized it was the wrong starting point, started over, and now have 13 pages of a shiny new draft.
ARE YOU EXHAUSTED YET? BECAUSE I SURE AM.
The thing is, I do think stories should grow and change over time. I’ve learned that I really need to write a draft of a book before I even start to understand who my characters are. I know that DD has gotten a little closer to what it needs to be with every attempt and false start.
But damn, am I sick of myself. JUST GET IT DONE, GIRL. I’ve been working on this book for over two years, but it really hasn’t progressed beyond a first draft, in terms of “quality of the work and how much rewriting and editing needs to happen next.” Also, despite all the time I’ve spent on it, I’ve only FINISHED a draft of it once. I know progress isn’t always linear and art is an eternally spinning tilt-a-whirl of complicatedness, but I am tired of not finishing things.
Or, IN METAPHOR TERMS, I am sick of snow/unfinished projects! I hate being cold/lazy! I am ready for spring! And since going outside and physically melting all of the snow with a hair dryer requires too many extension cords and too much effort, I should probably just go back to writing (and FINISHING) this book. Actually, that might require equal amounts effort and greater amounts of coffee, but like, it doesn’t require me to get out of bed, so it seems like the better option.
Besides, there is something very satisfying about the nitty-gritty work of shaping my hot mess of a book into the story it needs to be. No matter how many seasons it takes, I’m going to keep at it.
WINTER IS ENDING. TAKE THAT, NED STARK.
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