I think that as writers we’re often the worst judges of our writing. After reading and editing the same piece of work a dozen or so times, it can get tough to determine what’s good or bad, and insecurity can creep in.
I’ve stumbled across so many other writers struggling with the same insecurities, and you know, it’s a relief to know these worries are pretty normal.
I love this graph by Maureen McHugh (who’s written many novels and knows so much more than I do). I think it illustrates the writing process brilliantly.
Because it’s a little hard to read I’ve typed out the stages of the process here:
This is the greatest idea I’ve ever had.
Okay, it’s harder than I thought, but still good.
This is going to take some work.
This sucks and it’s boring.
(Dark night of the soul)
It would be good to finish it because I will learn for the next novel.
Hey, I can at least finish this suckfest in just another 10,000 words.
It’s done and it sucks but it’s not as bad as I thought.
When I’m having a rough time writing a story, I wonder if I’ve finally reached the dark night of the soul. It’s only up from there right?
Flow: that state of mind where the words drip out of your fingers at the speed of thought, the story unfolds in clearly front of you, the words echo its shape and feeling, and you lose all sense of time.
It doesn’t always happen for me. Some days it’s just plain difficult to achieve. When I’m tired, stressed, or distracted, I have to dip into my magical bag of writer’s tricks to help get the words going.
I always keep it in my pocket. Let’s see, I have it right here!
The red velvet pouch bathes your face with a golden light as the drawstring is pulled loose. A tag clearly labels it as “Tessa’s Magical Bag of Writing Tricks”. When you are no longer blinded by its magnificence, you notice several pieces of paper spread out on the table. You have a sneaking suspicion someone’s been eating a lot of fortune cookies.
The papers read:
To brainstorm is divine.
Get physical. Use a pen and paper.
Keep a journal. Save your sanity.
You will soon desire tea and a blanket.
A glass of wine is the solution.
Daydreaming is writing minus the typing.
Go for a walk. Your body will thank you.
Your lucky lotto numbers are: 5 10 21 38 42 46
Journal writing is a big thing for me. I can’t sit down to write until banished the stresses of the day. My journal usually degenerates into a story brainstorming session, but that just gets me in the mood to write. Really my bag of tricks is just a list of things that help me get comfortable. I get the words unstuck by throwing a lot of them down onto paper without worrying if they’re good and bad. It’s about getting past the writing and back into the story.
Still some days it’s impossible to get into the flow.
The Influential Books Game has been circulating the internet for the past couple of weeks. As a writer it’s hard to narrow down the list, but I’ll try!
10 books which have influenced my view of the world. These books are not all my favorites, nor are they all the best books I’ve read. I’m going with my gut.
The Singing Stone by O.R. Melling
I spent a lot of time hanging out in the library when I was a kid. I pulled this one out of the stacks at random. It was my first real taste of the fantasy genre and I was hooked.
The Birthday of the World by Ursula K. Le Guin
This collection of short stories completely changed the way I looked at the short form. They opened my mind up to a world of potential and what if’s.
The Fionovar Tapestry by Guy Gavriel Kay
I didn’t want this one to end. I cried when I finished this book and that never happened before. Victory came at a price both emotionally and physically – and the characters dragged my heart along with them.
The Onion Girl by Charles de Lint Fantasy that’s not based out of European mythology? No knights in armor? An other world that’s more like a dream than a physical place? This book knocked a hole in my idea of fantasy.
In the Skin of a Lion by Michael Ondaatje Every scene is dreamlike in it’s poetry: a miniature postcard, a snapshot in time. I still can’t get the images out of my head.
American Gods by Neil Gaiman Gods roaming around middle America, scraping a living on the fringes of society, and hanging out with ex-cons. What stuck with me is the style: the grit, the grease.
Virtual Light by William Gibson It’s a multicultural, mixed up, overpopulated, frantic, world. It seemed real, down to the street speak, and references to current culture. I didn’t enjoy science fiction until I read Gibson.
Blackberry Wine by Joanne Harris At first I was at a loss for how to categorize this book, but it introduced the idea of subtle ‘everyday magic’ in the world (and the wonders of fruit wine).
The Sarantine Mosaic by Guy Gavriel Kay
I was struck by four things: the amazing world building, a thankfulness that I’ve been lucky in love, an awareness of what makes a satisfying conclusion to a novel, and the desire to re-tile my bathroom with dolphin designs. I’m not kidding. Don’t laugh. It’s not funny.
Clan of the Cavebear by Jean M. Auel I have a suspicion that my parents gave me this book because they didn’t want to have the ‘birds and the bees‘ talk. Let me tell you it worked. I also bought the next two books.