The Method to my Madness

I’ve started many novels and haven’t gotten past the first 25 or so pages. Then, every once in a while, I feel that spark. That zinging in my gut that says “this one will be different.” Sometimes it fades out, and I file those ideas away for another time, perhaps. Other times, it HAS to happen.

I think I’ve figured out why.

I have to fall in love with the characters. I know I can write well on the fly, but if I don’t care about the characters I am writing about, the story is going to die. If I don’t have a small idea of what to do with those characters, the story will die. Even if I DO know exactly what I want to do, the story won’t happen unless I fall for my characters. Unless they are keeping me awake at night. Unless I can’t stop thinking about them. Unless every fibre of my being wants to stop whatever I’m doing and immerse myself back in their stories.

I can’t tell anyone what I’m writing about. I can tell people I’m writing. I can tell them I’m planning. But the second I give out details, the story fizzles out. There have been some exceptions, but for me, this is the rule more often than not.

I have to have SOME idea of what to do with these characters I’m so endeared to. If I love them enough, I will find ways to fit them in. If they love me enough, their needs, wants and wishes will come out as I’m writing, dreaming, creating. But forcing them, or trying to make a plot happen does not work. It’s painful and I don’t think the quality of my writing is as good as it could be.

I have to ACCEPT that there are many ways to put together a novel. No more thinking the first drafts must be 1) perfect 2) written in chronological order 3) what I absolutely MUST keep in the end.

I am the one in CONTROL. I can write what I want, how I want it, and I can always change it later.

Amen. :)

Another Potluck Entry

Today was a great day. Well, I was really late to church, but I didn’t miss most of the message, and there was communion. Yay. After church, I caught up with a bunch of folks, and Nikki and I ended up at Tina and Theresa’s to help put up their Christmas tree! YAY. We all picked up lunch and ate it there (I got Max & Erma’s–I crave a BBQ bacon burger at least once a week), and then got to work. Check it out!

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Afterwards, we went to Meijer where I did a bit more Christmas shopping, and Theresa got a few ornaments, a topper, and a tree skirt. We hung out at their place a while longer, then I finally came home. :D

This entry is mostly full of happiness, but I do need to rant.

WHY IS IT that 99% of the time I get on the road, I end up behind someone who INSISTS on going at least 8 MPH below the speed limit? I mean, the sign clearly says 45 and the person in front of me (in a ‘no passing’ zone) goes 37. Sometimes, they’ll go past a sign that’ll say 50, and if they were going 45 before, they drop down to 35. What is up with that? It drives me crazy. I feel like they do it just because they can, and that’s just mean.

But anyway….

Harry Connick Jr. Christmas CDs. Amazing.

And digressing….

I feel amazingly happy. I like it. :D

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