Monthly Archives: April 2010

The ‘Oh’ Moment

For a month or so back there I got absolutely nothing book-related done. I tried. Believe me, I tried. After several false-starts on my revision I was about ready to throw the whole damn thing away. So I had an unintentional writing holiday and felt really crappy about it. If only Margo Lanagan had guest blogged for Justine Larbalester back in the dark days of no writing! Because Margo’s post is about the necessity for "fallow time", to recharge your batteries and let your subconscious work on things. She argues that it isn’t about problem solving, but it certainly solved some problems for me!

To illustrate how whiny and panicked I became while not writing here is a post I wish I’d never written on a board I frequent:

"How do you know when your novel is just too terrible to bother revising? Most writers have practice novels, right? How do you know if this is one of them – if you should just move on to the next story with the skills you acquired in the writing of the first?
It’s just so discouraging to focus on all the bad bits of the novel. It’s getting hard to see the good bits anymore."

The clues are right there in my post on the answer to my problems – I was focusing way too much on the bad bits. ‘But isn’t that what revisions are?’ you ask. ‘Isn’t that the point?’ Well, yes, but for me (I’m not sure if this is helpful to anyone else at all) there is another, much more productive way of approaching revisions: instead of looking for where you went wrong, picture the novel how your originally intended it, in all its pre-draft glory, and then figure out how to get it there.

Simple right? Just picture the reality you want and figure out how to get there. (I know there is a famous quote about this very point but I can’t remember what it is).

Who ever knows what is going to help you over that hump? Not only did it help me to see the good parts of my novel, all the little diamond-in-the-rough bits, but it gave me the perspective I needed to get past the dreaded line-edits. I was able to figure out how to fix the big-picture stuff like plot holes and character motivations and let the rest go for another draft at another time.

I guess it’s kind of similar to the journey I’ve been on regarding the inescapable reality that I will be turning 21 in just over a month. At first it scared me, made me feel worthless and put myself under a lot of pressure to get these revisions done, get fit, read more, do more school work (which are all noble goals, don’t get me wrong), but nothing got rid of the fear because no matter what I did I would never feel ‘good enough’ to face the milestone.

And then a Bible study I did helped me to put things in perspective. I don’t normally like to talk about my faith that much on the blog because I don’t want to shove it down people’s throats but this was such a major "oh" moment that I want to share.

I basically realised that with all this talk of what I had or hadn’t achieved, whether or not I was ‘good enough’, I was ignoring the truth of the situation – that none of what I have done or will do in the future was achieved alone. Instead of thinking about what I needed to achieve before turning 21 I needed to think back on the person I was at 13 or 18 and praise God for all the amazing things he had done in my life, how very far he had brought me, since then.

Sure, I still have a lot of growing to do. But I’ve come so far in my 21 years, and that’s what I will be celebrating on the 28th of May – not stressing about how much further I have to go, but praising God for how far I have come.

Thanks for reading, guys!

Love!

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Faith

I realised it while watching Body of Lies with the boy and drafting a new prologue. My story has something. Something that is deeply embedded in the rough, but is there nonetheless. It’s hard to admit but I think this is the story I want out there in the world, I think I’m ready to assemble my tools and start excavating. The gentle, precise kind, with brushes and tiny little chisels.

It’s as though, with a sideway glance, I catch a glimpse of the story it is meant to be, and a seed of hope is planted in my stomach. Of hope and of terror. I know how hard this is going to be. I know it will require one tool I don’t have a great handle on: faith.

Faith in myself. in my ability, in my story. Already the doubts are creeping in and I’m holding them back with a feather. But I can do this. Can I do this?

Lord, help me do this.

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Tiger Eye

Sorry for the double-postage but I wanted to record something I’ve found. You guys know I’m not a big pop-girl but some pop music just grabs me by the heart strings and The Fray is one of those bands. I’ve been listening to some of their stuff on YouTube and I couldn’t believe it when I saw this video. If there was a visual representation of my story, this would be it. So I’m posting the video here because I don’t get the same feeling just listening to the song – the video is integral to the story.

There are versions with better audio out there but this was the first I could find with embedding enabled (hey, I’m learning internet stuff!). If you want to see a better version search for "You Found Me" by The Fray on YouTube.com

Love!

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The Fig Tree

I’ve never read any Sylvia Plath. I now see this is a grave oversight of mine. I read this today and it really spoke to me, just like when I was a kid reading Little Women and knowing I had a soul mate in Jo. I love it when that happens. It makes me feel less crazy, and certainly less alone.

This is the passage:

“…I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.

From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7"

Who shall I be? Writer? Mother? Business woman? Academic? Traveller? Journalist?

This is where I am in life. Already I have watched figs wither and drop. But I view this optimistically, as with every dead fig a new one grows.

I cannot be all things, as much as I may try to be. I need to pick my figs, make my decisions, and live a great life in the roles that I choose. And it will be a great life. I know this.

I just pray the decisions I make are wise ones.

Love!
 

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