What have I gotten myself into. That's not a question, it's what I continually say aloud to myself between sips of coffee and staring hopelessly at the computer screen.I wrote over 50,000 words of my Chesaleen story and did it in 28 days. NaNoWriMo was an incredible writing experience for me that alternately ate up my brains and opened possibility. Wouldn't trade those 28 days for anything. At the end of the ride, though, there's this pile of words that needs serious revision. Serious. Re-vision.Step One: Since I wrote the entire thing in unconnected, nonlinear pieces, the first order of business was order. Cutting and pasting the whole mess was interesting and I'm still not quite sure that's how it should be. Doesn't matter. The beginning is at the beginning and the end is somewhere near the last of it. In between are some Very Big Holes. Good enough for now. I also made some big cuts of scenes too dreadful to read and left notes to myself in the empty spaces.I've honestly never revised anything longer than twenty or thirty double-spaced pages in my life. And those were papers written years ago for my MA in English. Scholarly business. My creative output tends toward the brief - poetry, flash fiction, short creative nonfiction, blog posts, that kind of thing. I know how to edit a moment, what I'm drowning in right now is editing/chopping/revising/developing a whole series of interconnected moments. It's a "can't see the forest for the trees" kind of thing, only more so.The best advice I've found so far was on the National Novel Writing Month website itself. One piece of advice is to sit down and write a 5-7 page synopsis of the novel before doing anything else. The objective here is to nail down the plot tightly so there's no wallowing in sentences (trees) without first finding the damn forest on the map. Good advice. No one can ache and writhe over a few words or a line quite like a poet, and that's just wasted energy on a project like this. Plenty of time for that later, after the culling of superfluous scenes and plot confusions.Step Two: What is the book about? That's a loaded question and I had to answer it in the synopsis. I thought this would focus things a bit, but instead it amplified the size of Very Big Holes I've left willy-nilly all over the story. This is good and bad, I suspect, because I keep opening the synopsis and staring at it, zombie-like, drinking more coffee and hoping for lightning or brilliance or sixty muses dancing on the head of a pin to release what needs releasing onto the pages. That's not going to happen, though. I'm making peace with that right now and it's going to take some time.Step Three: Find some music. I know this sounds like a great way to put off the whole rewrite just a little longer - and it is a delightful procrastination - but without all those dancing muses and electricity and such, I need a little something to put my head where it belongs. In other words, I want to make sure my forest is still filled with loblolly pines instead of wandering off and becoming redwoods. This is not a redwood story. It matters. So here is my playlist thus far. I have to say it helps me slide quickly into the deer woods. If it doesn't show up like to should, just click on "pop-out player."
That's where I am right now. A map and some music and more early-morning hours. With Christmas Break, I've got a little free time. All I need now is absolution.
November is the cruelest month. Finally, the grades are turned in, National Novel Writing Month is over, the fabulous National Writing Project conference in San Antonio is history, and while I still feel a tad shell-shocked, I am back.
I'm entirely too old for this kind of pace. Really. Since November 1st I've been rising at 4:00 just to get my 1,700 or so words written for the NaNoWriMo madness - a joltingly delicious writing experience for me. Those early morning hours became extra grading time in December so I could wrap up those final essays pouring in just before exams, and then the exams themselves. At the end of this rainbow is a 50,000 word novel, five classes taught, graded, and put to bed, all punctuated by an impromptu ice storm.Nothing quite like Arkansas weather. Shirtsleeves one day, two inches of ice the next. Although I'm a little confused by this morning's warning:Issued by The National Weather Service Little Rock, AR 3:51 am CST, Wed., Dec. 17, 2008
... FREEZING FOG ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 9 AM CST THIS MORNING...
A FREEZING FOG ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 9 AM CST THIS MORNING.
THE FOG WILL CREATE A THIN LAYER OF ICE ON AREA ROADWAYS... PARTICULARLY ON BRIDGES AND OVERPASSES. AREA ROADS AFFECTED BY WINTRY PRECIPITATION ON MONDAY NIGHT AND TUESDAY MORNING WILL REMAIN FROZEN INTO MID MORNING.
A FREEZING FOG ADVISORY MEANS FOG WILL DEVELOP WITH SUB FREEZING TEMPERATURES EXPECTED. VISIBILITIES WILL BE SIGNIFICANTLY REDUCED. IF DRIVING... SLOW DOWN... USE YOUR HEADLIGHTS... AND LEAVE PLENTY OF DISTANCE AHEAD OF YOU. ALSO... BE ALERT FOR FROST ON BRIDGE DECKS CAUSING SLIPPERY ROADS.
Have you ever heard of such a thing? I swear they make these things up just for us.Despite the weather - or because of it - I'll have an opportunity to catch up on all things unfinished. Books to mail, decorations to flung about, shopping for presents if there's anything left, rewrites for the book - I might even go a little crazy and dust something. I don't know. I'd hate to kick up all that dust in the middle of a freezing fog advisory. There's no telling what kind of mayhem could result.
Christmas Break. Ahhhhhh.