Happily Ever After

Romance Novel Outline – Attempt #1

Let me see, it should go something like this…

-Girl is looking for love

-Girls is walking down the street one sunny day, trips and accidentally falls into the arms of a tall, dark and handsome stranger on the street

-She thinks he is a totally hottie and thinks this must be love at first sight

-They go on a few dates and she thinks he is perfect… despite his extensive criminal record

-Time passes and they live happily ever after

-Until…  one day she dies in a freak lawn mower accident and he tells police, he has no idea what happened.

 

Hmmm…maybe I should back to my other novel.

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

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.

What kind of girl do you think I am?

In my current novel my female villain is about to be introduced into the story, but there is a dilemma.

I have no idea who she is. In my mind she is standing there with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot with a very frustrated look on her face. But the rest of her features keep morphing and changing while she looks at me with impatience.

Blond to brunette, skinny to plump, tall to petite, fit to fatigued. My female villain throws her arms up in the air in disgust, “Make up your mind already.”

But it’s difficult to commit (there goes those commitment issues again) after all, I will be spending a lot of time with her over what could be a year or more. This unknown villainess and I going to put my main character through some very hard times and I just want to make sure she is the right one for the job.

What I do know is this…I know exactly what horrible things my villain is going to do. I have master plan of destruction and mayhem all mapped out.

She is still standing there tapping her foot at me.

The question isn’t what “is” she going to do, it’s “how” is she going to do it. Is she deceptively sweet or just plan up front and evil? Does she swear in every sentence or hide behind soothing sweet words? Does she smile or just cross her arms and stare at people like their an idiot. What kind of villain is she and is she the right one for the job?

I close my eyes and picture her again…she is still tapping her foot and rolling her eyes at me.

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.