It’s All About Me

So many of the “How to write a novel” books contain a warning label, “as an inexperienced and newby novelist, what ever you do…NEVER EVER EVER write a novel in first person.  Then the books drone on and on describing the insurmountable difficulties that will come with this viewpoint.

With this wisdom, every novel attempt of mine has been in third person.  Writing the life and experiences of this complete stranger, trying to care how she takes her coffee or how she is insecure because her dog doesn’t love her.

But in the end, I feel nothing for this flat uninteresting character.

Ok, so there, I admit it…I am a narcissist!

I’m self absorbed and only care about my point of view! So with this, I will attempt the unthinkable first person and then maybe just maybe my writing will go from suckish to “hey that’s not completely awful.”

And maybe when I’m done, I’ll switch it to third person to protect the innocent.

No One Writes Love Letters Anymore

Carolyn See’s fabulous book “Making a Literary Life”, discusses the joy of writing a letter to someone you admire.  I like the idea of this and I picture myself sitting in an old style writing desk picking up a pen to share my praise.

Ummm….huh…let’s see here.  There have been so many books I have enjoyed and so many writers I like.  Which one should I write to first?  As I hold the pen in ready position, my hand begins to cramp.  Maybe email would be better.  I pull out my laptop and turn it on….waiting…waiting. Ok, ready I open a new email and stare at the empty page.

Well I need to do some research to find someone to write to.  I begin an intensive search looking for a author who is worthy of the time it will take to write this letter.  Oh, this author has a nice website.

I should start my own author website for when I become a published writer.  I wonder what I should include in it.  I pull out of piece of paper and start mapping out what my website would look like and what I would include.  I start searching for website templates, formats and hosting options.

My husband sticks his head around the corner, how is your author letter coming along?  I look at the web page up on my computer “How to build a website” and sigh.

I click back to the email page that stands there empty and alone.  I begin my search again for an author and pause as I try to think of the name of that writer that wrote that book about that “thing” and that “place”, what was it called again. In attempt to figure out the name of the book I end up on a website discussing the history of Indiana.  I start thinking of a new novel idea using a character from Indiana.

I stop myself half way through the plotting of a whole new novel, shake my head and go back to the empty email.  I stare at it.  My mind is as blank as the page.  It was then I realized procrastination as abducted me once again!

I close the empty email page and open up my novel.  With a heavy sigh, I begin writing  the next scene.

http://www.amazon.com/Making-Literary-Life-Carolyn-See/dp/0345440463/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1372024694&sr=8-1&keywords=carolyn+see

Family Disfunctions, oops I mean Family Functions

Are you Dragging your feet about going to the next dreaded family function?  Not me, I am a huge fan of family functions.  The only problem I have is that I can’t sit with an open notebook and take notes the whole time.

Family functions are a great resource in discovering new and exciting characters, endless character traits and mannerisms.  Next time you have to go a wedding, family reunion or yet another summer barbeque, just grab yourself a lemonade and start taking mental notes.  All you have to do is open your eyes and it’s like a writer’s Wonderland!!!

– The moody cousin who never leaves the corner and you can never get more than a one word answer out of when trying to have a conversation with , will become the beaten down tiny dog that the villain carries around all day under his arm

– The uncle that drank too much…AGAIN and insists on being a close talker, will become the annoying boss that your character has to work around to get anything done

– The grandma that insists on reliving all of your embarrassing moments from your childhood,  drop a decade or two and you have a nagging best friend that knows your character inside and out and doesn’t let them get away with anything

– The older aunt that insists on kissing you on the lips every chance she gets , will be a creepy co-worker that insists on cornering your character on numerous occasions but never seems to get the message “Sorry you’re not my type”

And mannerisms….oh boy….if you open your eyes and really look, I mean really look…

It’s amazing what you will discover about your relatives.  The pot smoking cousin that constantly licks her lips, the aunt that hum’s when she eats, the second cousin that laughs after everything he says, the taller uncle that lurches forward when he walks and always has a joke to tell or the aunt that has undisciplined kids and a permanent look of disgust that never leaves her face.  Endless writing possibilities I tell you, I get giddy just thinking about my next family function.

But you worry that your family will find out.  They will recognize themselves and they will be furious and never forgive you.  But let me ask you this;

1.  Do you really think your cousin is going to say, “Hey that really horrible drug addict character in your book is that me?”

2.  And as much as you think your family loves you, do you really they will read your book?  Even if some of your family members say “Oh I can’t wait to read your book.”  It soon becomes,  “Oh, sorry I haven’t gotten a chance, but I’m going to I promise.”

So when your mom and maybe some of your closest friends read your novel or short story, and if they recognize a character, I’m sure they will laugh and say, yeah Aunt Joan does have a habit of sticking her finger in her ear and then smelling it.

I myself love using family members as characters.  I love putting those “made up” characters in all sorts of horrible, challenging and awkward situations.

You know what I call that?  I call it THERAPY.

Joe Vs. the Volcano

Joe vs. the Volcano

It’s Monday morning and as I prepare myself for another creative stifling week at my “Day Job”, I remember a 90’s movie Joe Vs. the Volcano.  The actors included Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, so it be would assumed the movie must be decent, but instead shockingly falls under “I can’t believe I wasted a portion of my life watching this.”

What brings this movie to mind is one of the first scenes of the  movie, when it shows Tom Hanks’s character Joe arriving to his dreary day job in no window office with draining deadening fluorescent lights and industrial grey office furniture.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnLDMqPBeKQ

I admit my day job is “not that bad”, but as I sit under fluorescent lights in my tiny cube working on an endless task list, I do take a moment to image my perfect writing life.

Why Did You Stop?

–          You’ve stopped again.  You stopped writing  mid-scene and you haven’t moved forward, not even a sentence in over two weeks.

–          Well… I’m stuck.

–          Stuck?  You know exactly what is supposed to be written in this scene, how are you stuck?

–          I don’t know…I’m just stuck.

–          How hard is it?  Stand up,  walk over to your computer, it’s already turned on and everything, sit in front of it and just start typing.  Type just a page, a paragraph, even just a sentence.

–          No… I don’t want to.

–          UGH!  Why, what is the problem?

–          I don’t know…I’m just stuck.

–          Fine!  Be stuck, but I know you’ll be back.  You’re a writer and you can’t fight the “need to write” for long.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Step one:  Stand in front of a mirror.  Any mirror will do.

Step two:  Look at yourself.  Be serious now, quit making that face.

Step three:  Ok now REALLY look at yourself.  Leave your hair alone it looks fine.

Step four:  Say to your reflection, “I am a writer.”

Step five:  Stop laughing

Step six: No really, stop laughing

Step seven: Say it again, but this time say it like you mean it, “I AM A WRITER.”

Step eight: Really it’s not that funny, stop laughing

Step nine: Try to remember which book you got this exercise in so you can throw it away.

A Guy Walks Into a Bar

“A guy walks into a bar; he had a conversation with a strange woman and then left the bar.”

This is one of the reasons my writing lingers at the novice level.  Description, description, description….

Description and those pesky five senses will be the death of me.

What did the bar look like; sports bar, dive bar, strip bar?  What did the bar smell like; stale cigarettes, aged vomit, high school locker room?  Was the beer flat and the peanuts stale?  Was it loud with crowds or quiet and empty?  Did the jukebox play love songs or a thump’en dance mix?  Were the bar stools hard and leather booths comfortable?

Details that make the reader feel they are in the bar, not outside peering through a cloudy window, the ability to weave the perfect amount of description without being cliché or droning on page after page over every little speck of boring detail.

A perfect balance of detail is the goal and every day I write to achieve that goal.

http://www.amazon.com/Elements-Fiction-Writing-Monica-Wood/dp/0898799082/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367861077&sr=8-1&keywords=elements+of+fiction+description

Nanowrimo Throwup

I have been a member of Nanowrimo since 2007. (http://www.nanowrimo.org)   I have participated in the November event every year since and have even been successful in the monstrous goal of 50,000 words in 30 days,five of the eight years.

I am a HUGE fan of Nanowrimo!

Every October I start thinking about what project I could work on during the Nano-riffic event. I put whatever current project I’m working on aside and come up with a new and improved writing project.  Characters, plots catastrophes start floating through my head.  I feel like an evil mastermind, rubbing my hands together…this will be the best book idea ever.

November comes and I take off running! The thrill of the speed and the goals push me forward.  Quantity has never been an issue for me.  I can throw up 1,667 words a day and not even break a sweat.

First week is great and it feels easy to keep up.  Then second week hits and life begins to interrupt my stride.  I start to miss a day here and a day there.   But I know I can catch up on the weekend.

It’s around November 15th, I slam smack into the wall.  My plot completely falls through and I am overwhelmed with the feeling of this is by far the dumbest idea I have ever had.

This is the point of failure for me on the years I was not Nano successful.  The inner critic beat me down and then did a jig on my head while I lay there moaning about how my writing sucks.

But then there are the years I am successful and I punch the inner critic in the face and trudge through the mud to the finish line.  YES…I’m a winner!  The winner of 50,000+ words of pure writer throw up.

This is where the real work begins.  Where I have to rummage through all the puke and decide whether to flush it all down the toilet or dig out a few good chunks.

This is where I am now, rummaging around with a few good chunks attempting to create a novel that is a step above colorful vomit.

Yes, I Have Commitment Issues

My name is Nicolle and I have severe commitmentitis.

It’s true..  I admit it…  I have commitment issues.

They say on average it takes ten years to write your first novel. I am in this VERY LARGE group of writers that dream of the finished novel, but I have sailed over the ten year mark and have no novel to speak of. Each year I spout, “This is the year I am going to finish my novel”  My friends and family smile kindly each time and provide positive support, but I see the look in their eyes, I see into their doubting souls.  And then things come up, life goes on and another year passes me by.

I can commit to my marriage, to my children and even my day job with ease and grace, but when it comes to making a commitment to myself…crash and burn.

Committing to “me” is my biggest challenge.  Committing to my novel.

A novel that has morphed, changed, revised, been tossed away, reorganized , forgotten and started again.  Nothing ever finished.  Nothing but a pile of unfinished, uncommitted effort. (big sigh)

But the writer in me is never satisfied, always that little voice gnawing at me and pushing me forward.

I have been a writer for a lifetime, but I WILL BE A NOVELIST.