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Angela Benedetti
I rarely get writer's block, where I can't write at all. When that happens, there's usually some external cause, something going on in my life that's sucking up all my attention, or otherwise not allowing me to sink into my work. In 2012, frex., my husband tore a retina. He needed two surgeries that year, and we didn't know for months after whether he'd ever get enough sight back to even be able to read paper books. I was frightened and stressed out for most of the year, and my wordcount total for 2012 sucked rocks. That sort of thing happening can make it hard to be productive at anything, and I've learned not to fight it -- when I'm under that kind of stress already, I don't need more.
More common is project block, where I can write in general, but there's a roadblock on a particular project. How I handle that depends on whether I have a deadline for the project, or whether I just particularly want to work on it.
I rarely have deadlines -- and never for more than a short story if I can help it -- and my usual strategy for dealing with project block is to go work on something else. I always have a pile of partials on my hard drive, so it's rarely tough to find something else to work on. Or I might start something new, if a plot bunny has been jumping up and down demanding attention.
Sometimes just letting my subconscious work on something for a while is the answer. I'll wake up, or sit down to write, or be eating dinner or whatever, and suddenly Poof! I know how to get past a particular roadblock. I'll go back to that project and work on it until it's done or another roadblock comes up. This works often enough, that turning to a different project is, I'll admit, my go-to response to project block.
If I have to get something done, or just want to very much for whatever reason, I have a few techniques I can use.
Sometimes just asking myself, "Okay, what's the next line?" will do it. Focusing on what the next line, the next sentence, should be, without worrying about the scene or chapter or whatever, can get that next line out. Then I do it again. And again, and again, and eventually I'm past the block and words are flowing again. This takes some focus and discipline, but it can work well.
Another technique is to go back to the beginning of the story and start reading. Sometimes I'll have enough momentum going by the time I get to wherever I am that I can pick up writing. Actually, what's probably happening is that my subconscious notices some things I've forgotten, or puts two or three things together, so that when I get to the working end, I see something I hadn't seen before, and can keep going.
If that doesn't work, then it might be that I got off the rails somewhere, hopefully not too far back. If I back up to the beginning of the previous scene or chapter, I might be able to think of another approach. Sort of like I took a wrong left turn somewhere, so I back up and take a right, and that gets me where I need to be.
If I still can't find the answer, then I have a time- and labor-intensive method I figured out one year while doing NaNo. It came about accidentally, but it can work really well. I was completely stuck on my project -- and had a deadline because NaNo -- so I started an e-mail to a writer friend. We were NaNo buddies for a few years running, chatting back and forth and helping each other out. So I started to explain to my friend, in the letter, what was wrong, hoping she could give me some suggestions. Of course, in order for her to be able to help me, I had to tell her what-all I'd written so far, with a plot summary, character descriptions, where I wanted to go, relevant worldbuilding details, everything. And just to save time, I also explained to her, in detail, what possible solutions I'd thought of already and why those approaches wouldn't work. So I was writing all of this, gathering every relevant detail about my novel and summarizing it, explaining what the problem was in detail, what I'd already thought of, and I was thinking of a couple more possibilities and explaining why they wouldn't work, and I got to one point (thousands of words later, seriously) where I was typing, "and then there's THIS which wouldn't work because..." and I couldn't think of a reason. I'd come up with the answer on my own, so I never sent the letter -- I just went back to writing. :)
I think that last one worked because you can only hold so much in the front of your mind at one time. If you think of the desktop of your mind, your actual conscious workspace, it can only hold a few things at once -- six or eight, usually, as a maximum. Usually when we're thinking about something and already have our maximum number of items front and center, bringing one more item onto the stage means the first one gets shoved off. So we're actually considering all the items -- things, ideas, characters, plot devices, setting details, or whatever else you might be thinking about depending on what you're doing -- semi-serially, because we just can't hold it all on our mental desktop at one time. Writing things down, though, lets you use your file (or a piece of paper, or a whiteboard, or whatever) as auxiliary desk space, like having a separate table in your office near your desk -- now you can spread more things out and still see them all. So writing my letter to my friend let me consider everything at once, for probably the first time, and I finally had enough data right in front of me that I was able to work out the answer on my own. I've done this a few times since that one NaNo year, but it takes a lot of work and I don't do it all that often.
For more info and tricks about how your brain works and how to make best use of it, BTW, check out Your Brain at Work, by David Rock. I read this several years after that NaNo year, and when I came to the part about how you can only hold so many things in the front of your mind, but writing things down lets you expand on that, I went, "Aha!" and recognized what'd happened with my unmailed letter to my friend. Seriously, this is a great book. :)
If none of that works, I just go work on something else. I have a few stories I haven't worked on in years, and might never finish. Usually when I really want to finish something, though, I can. But unless I have a deadline for a particular project, I'm happy so long as I'm working on something.
More common is project block, where I can write in general, but there's a roadblock on a particular project. How I handle that depends on whether I have a deadline for the project, or whether I just particularly want to work on it.
I rarely have deadlines -- and never for more than a short story if I can help it -- and my usual strategy for dealing with project block is to go work on something else. I always have a pile of partials on my hard drive, so it's rarely tough to find something else to work on. Or I might start something new, if a plot bunny has been jumping up and down demanding attention.
Sometimes just letting my subconscious work on something for a while is the answer. I'll wake up, or sit down to write, or be eating dinner or whatever, and suddenly Poof! I know how to get past a particular roadblock. I'll go back to that project and work on it until it's done or another roadblock comes up. This works often enough, that turning to a different project is, I'll admit, my go-to response to project block.
If I have to get something done, or just want to very much for whatever reason, I have a few techniques I can use.
Sometimes just asking myself, "Okay, what's the next line?" will do it. Focusing on what the next line, the next sentence, should be, without worrying about the scene or chapter or whatever, can get that next line out. Then I do it again. And again, and again, and eventually I'm past the block and words are flowing again. This takes some focus and discipline, but it can work well.
Another technique is to go back to the beginning of the story and start reading. Sometimes I'll have enough momentum going by the time I get to wherever I am that I can pick up writing. Actually, what's probably happening is that my subconscious notices some things I've forgotten, or puts two or three things together, so that when I get to the working end, I see something I hadn't seen before, and can keep going.
If that doesn't work, then it might be that I got off the rails somewhere, hopefully not too far back. If I back up to the beginning of the previous scene or chapter, I might be able to think of another approach. Sort of like I took a wrong left turn somewhere, so I back up and take a right, and that gets me where I need to be.
If I still can't find the answer, then I have a time- and labor-intensive method I figured out one year while doing NaNo. It came about accidentally, but it can work really well. I was completely stuck on my project -- and had a deadline because NaNo -- so I started an e-mail to a writer friend. We were NaNo buddies for a few years running, chatting back and forth and helping each other out. So I started to explain to my friend, in the letter, what was wrong, hoping she could give me some suggestions. Of course, in order for her to be able to help me, I had to tell her what-all I'd written so far, with a plot summary, character descriptions, where I wanted to go, relevant worldbuilding details, everything. And just to save time, I also explained to her, in detail, what possible solutions I'd thought of already and why those approaches wouldn't work. So I was writing all of this, gathering every relevant detail about my novel and summarizing it, explaining what the problem was in detail, what I'd already thought of, and I was thinking of a couple more possibilities and explaining why they wouldn't work, and I got to one point (thousands of words later, seriously) where I was typing, "and then there's THIS which wouldn't work because..." and I couldn't think of a reason. I'd come up with the answer on my own, so I never sent the letter -- I just went back to writing. :)
I think that last one worked because you can only hold so much in the front of your mind at one time. If you think of the desktop of your mind, your actual conscious workspace, it can only hold a few things at once -- six or eight, usually, as a maximum. Usually when we're thinking about something and already have our maximum number of items front and center, bringing one more item onto the stage means the first one gets shoved off. So we're actually considering all the items -- things, ideas, characters, plot devices, setting details, or whatever else you might be thinking about depending on what you're doing -- semi-serially, because we just can't hold it all on our mental desktop at one time. Writing things down, though, lets you use your file (or a piece of paper, or a whiteboard, or whatever) as auxiliary desk space, like having a separate table in your office near your desk -- now you can spread more things out and still see them all. So writing my letter to my friend let me consider everything at once, for probably the first time, and I finally had enough data right in front of me that I was able to work out the answer on my own. I've done this a few times since that one NaNo year, but it takes a lot of work and I don't do it all that often.
For more info and tricks about how your brain works and how to make best use of it, BTW, check out Your Brain at Work, by David Rock. I read this several years after that NaNo year, and when I came to the part about how you can only hold so many things in the front of your mind, but writing things down lets you expand on that, I went, "Aha!" and recognized what'd happened with my unmailed letter to my friend. Seriously, this is a great book. :)
If none of that works, I just go work on something else. I have a few stories I haven't worked on in years, and might never finish. Usually when I really want to finish something, though, I can. But unless I have a deadline for a particular project, I'm happy so long as I'm working on something.
Angela Benedetti
Yes. :) The boys are being stubborn right now, but I have about 25K words of the next book done. At this point, I'm still poking around, trying to figure out what to do. (No, it's not usually this hard. Like I said, they're being stubborn. [side-eyes the guys]) But yes, there'll definitely be more.
Angela Benedetti
:D
Keeping in mind that this could end up completely trashed before I'm done, here's the current opener:
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Rory Ellison ignored the muttered cu :D
Keeping in mind that this could end up completely trashed before I'm done, here's the current opener:
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Rory Ellison ignored the muttered cursing coming from the desk in the far corner of the shabby living room and turned up the volume on his iPod. The apartment he shared with his boyfriend Paul had two bedrooms, but the second one was currently back-filled with all the stuff Rory'd moved in with. The one they used as a bedroom was full of a king size bed, two small nightstands and an overflowing dresser. Most activities besides sleeping and sex happened in the living room, which felt small with Paul's desk wedged into it. Cardboard boxes stacked up against the walls obscured a Hildebrandt Star Wars poster on one wall, and a framed map of London in 1770 on another.
Anything business-ish Rory needed to do, he did on the couch. They were looking for a bigger place to move into -- one with room for two desks, and enough wall space for at least a dozen bookcases -- but at the moment they were both making do.
He flipped through the San Jose State University catalog and tried to figure out what to take, what to do with the rest of his life, now that he was free to do whatever he wanted with it for the first time ever. So many possibilities, so many majors and minors and classes -- how did anyone ever figure out what to do, how to decide? How did eighteen-year-olds ever figure it out?
Rory knew he wasn't the most mature person in the world in some ways -- spending your entire adult life dealing with a diagnosis of psychosis and trusting everyone else's judgement over your own, living under the smothering care of a psychiatrist who thought you were delusional and a mother determined to... well, he still hadn't figured out exactly what his mother'd been trying to do.
But he'd crawled out from under her thumb -- their thumbs -- finally, and for the first time in his life the important decisions were all his, including the decision to make a decision.
Which was weird for someone who was twenty-eight years old, but life was weird and Rory was dealing with it as well as he could.
Paul finally erupted out of the corner and went stomping into the kitchen with his coffee mug.
"Done?" called Rory.
Paul snarled something incomprehensible. He looked like the kind of guy who'd put his fist through a wall when he was angry, tall and tough looking, in good shape without being cut like a bodybuilder. He wore a black leather jacket all the time -- even when he went to bed, it was within arm's reach -- but what really made people stare was all his jewelry. The front of his jacket was covered in little pins, kind of like the ones people swapped at the Olympics, but but with all different kinds of little thingies on them. Rings, bracelets, earrings and studs in both ears, a pierced eyebrow, and half a dozen necklaces, one of which Rory thought of as a charm necklace because it had another dozen little thingies hanging from it.
Despite not having any magic of his own, Paul led a team of Sentinels, humans who protected regular people from monsters, fey, and human mages who weren't always ethical about how they used their magic. Or who were just stupid about it, even if they meant well. Every one of Paul's chains and studs and dealies was magical. Each one gave him the equivalent of a spell he could cast, and together they gave him enough power to fight an Elven king to a stand-still in his own court. Looking like a fashion emergency who'd just had a bad accident at a flea market jewelry stand was the price he paid for that power, and for the most part, people didn't hassle him about it, even though he got a lot of stares.
When he and Paul had first gotten together, they'd joked that Rory's mother, who'd obviously disliked Paul at first sight, probably thought he cooked drugs in his bathtub, just because of his look.
Rory put his iPod on the side table and the catalog in his lap, and waited for Paul to come out with coffee before asking again. "Done? Okay? Sucky? Sending your answer back to New York with an ogre as the messenger?"
That got a laugh out of Paul, and Rory chalked up a mental point.
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Who knows, you (and anyone else who reads this here) might be the only other person to EVER read this bit. :) We'll see how it goes. ...more
Jul 15, 2014 05:12AM · flag
Keeping in mind that this could end up completely trashed before I'm done, here's the current opener:
===========
Rory Ellison ignored the muttered cu :D
Keeping in mind that this could end up completely trashed before I'm done, here's the current opener:
===========
Rory Ellison ignored the muttered cursing coming from the desk in the far corner of the shabby living room and turned up the volume on his iPod. The apartment he shared with his boyfriend Paul had two bedrooms, but the second one was currently back-filled with all the stuff Rory'd moved in with. The one they used as a bedroom was full of a king size bed, two small nightstands and an overflowing dresser. Most activities besides sleeping and sex happened in the living room, which felt small with Paul's desk wedged into it. Cardboard boxes stacked up against the walls obscured a Hildebrandt Star Wars poster on one wall, and a framed map of London in 1770 on another.
Anything business-ish Rory needed to do, he did on the couch. They were looking for a bigger place to move into -- one with room for two desks, and enough wall space for at least a dozen bookcases -- but at the moment they were both making do.
He flipped through the San Jose State University catalog and tried to figure out what to take, what to do with the rest of his life, now that he was free to do whatever he wanted with it for the first time ever. So many possibilities, so many majors and minors and classes -- how did anyone ever figure out what to do, how to decide? How did eighteen-year-olds ever figure it out?
Rory knew he wasn't the most mature person in the world in some ways -- spending your entire adult life dealing with a diagnosis of psychosis and trusting everyone else's judgement over your own, living under the smothering care of a psychiatrist who thought you were delusional and a mother determined to... well, he still hadn't figured out exactly what his mother'd been trying to do.
But he'd crawled out from under her thumb -- their thumbs -- finally, and for the first time in his life the important decisions were all his, including the decision to make a decision.
Which was weird for someone who was twenty-eight years old, but life was weird and Rory was dealing with it as well as he could.
Paul finally erupted out of the corner and went stomping into the kitchen with his coffee mug.
"Done?" called Rory.
Paul snarled something incomprehensible. He looked like the kind of guy who'd put his fist through a wall when he was angry, tall and tough looking, in good shape without being cut like a bodybuilder. He wore a black leather jacket all the time -- even when he went to bed, it was within arm's reach -- but what really made people stare was all his jewelry. The front of his jacket was covered in little pins, kind of like the ones people swapped at the Olympics, but but with all different kinds of little thingies on them. Rings, bracelets, earrings and studs in both ears, a pierced eyebrow, and half a dozen necklaces, one of which Rory thought of as a charm necklace because it had another dozen little thingies hanging from it.
Despite not having any magic of his own, Paul led a team of Sentinels, humans who protected regular people from monsters, fey, and human mages who weren't always ethical about how they used their magic. Or who were just stupid about it, even if they meant well. Every one of Paul's chains and studs and dealies was magical. Each one gave him the equivalent of a spell he could cast, and together they gave him enough power to fight an Elven king to a stand-still in his own court. Looking like a fashion emergency who'd just had a bad accident at a flea market jewelry stand was the price he paid for that power, and for the most part, people didn't hassle him about it, even though he got a lot of stares.
When he and Paul had first gotten together, they'd joked that Rory's mother, who'd obviously disliked Paul at first sight, probably thought he cooked drugs in his bathtub, just because of his look.
Rory put his iPod on the side table and the catalog in his lap, and waited for Paul to come out with coffee before asking again. "Done? Okay? Sucky? Sending your answer back to New York with an ogre as the messenger?"
That got a laugh out of Paul, and Rory chalked up a mental point.
==============
Who knows, you (and anyone else who reads this here) might be the only other person to EVER read this bit. :) We'll see how it goes. ...more
Jul 15, 2014 05:12AM · flag
Angela Benedetti
Write. Write a lot. Read. Write. Take a class. Write. Read a book about writing. Write some more. Finish a story, send it out or indie pub it, and start another one. Until you have a substantial body of work (like twenty or more stories published) marketing is a useless waste. If you really enjoy blogging or tweeting or whatever, and would do it anyway, then do that fun thing because it's fun, but don't do promo stuff just because you think you should. And the worst thing you can do is publish your first book, then take the next year off of writing to "promo." Don't do that.
The second worst thing you can do is let other people put limits on what you write. If you want to write a sequel to your last book, then write it. If you want to write something completely new, do that. If you want to write a story in a new subgenre, or a new genre, then do that. If you want to try something that sounds crazy, go ahead and try it. Don't write something just because you think others expect it of you, or NOT write something because you think some people might not like it. Write what you want, and worry about where to publish it after. (While you write the next thing.)
If you go tradpub -- submitting to editors and waiting for acceptance or rejection -- you'll probably be getting a lot of rejections for a while. Maybe for years. This goes with not letting other people limit you; if you want a tradpub career, keep writing and studying and writing and learning and writing and trying. If you still think a story that's gathered a dozen or twenty rejection slips is good, then indie pub it and let the readers decide. There are people making a living off of their indie pubbed books, and plenty of genres and subgenres the big publishers decided were dead are blooming again because there are readers who love them, and indie publishing is reaching them. It might be that tradpub editors don't think your work has enough of a market, but there might be plenty of readers to support indie pubbed book in that genre or subgenre or tone or form.
Or if all you have is fifty or a hundred form rejections, maybe your craftsmanship isn't up to par yet. Keep working, studying, writing.
Keep writing. (Can't say that enough.) Writing is like any craft -- mastering it takes hours and hours and YEARS of practice. Writing is the only craft, the only art, where popular wisdom says that Baby's First Project can be polished up to professional standards if you just keep reworking and reworking and reworking it. Imagine getting your first trumpet lesson ever, and learning to honk out "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," and going immediately out to the park to play your song with a hat at your feet for tips. Or getting your first set of oil paints and doing a painting of your mother, then working on That One Painting over and over, scraping and repainting and adding and scraping and repainting, until you find a gallery willing to take it. :P That sounds dumb, doesn't it? But a large chunk of the writing community (not counting most of the published writers, but a lot of the unpublished writers and way too many teachers) encourages exactly that, the idea that Baby's First Story can be rewritten and rewritten, and polished-polished-polished until a paying market will accept it, if you just work hard enough and focus on perfecting that one story. Don't do that! Write something, send it out, write something else. You'll learn MUCH more from writing six stories than you will from writing one story and rewriting it five times. That path leads into the pit of doom! Write new words regularly -- every week if not every day. Especially if you're just starting out, learning and improving your skills should be your main goal, and you do that by writing lots and lots and LOTS of stories.
(And even when you've been at this for a while, you should still be learning and growing and improving. It never stops, you'll never have learned all there is to know, or max out all your skills.)
Schedule your writing time first. Writing means writing new words. Editing is not writing. Research is not writing. Submitting, or formatting and making a cover is not writing. Marketing and promo are most definitely not writing. Protect the writing first. If you have five hours free per week to work on your writing, spend at least four of them actually writing. All five is better, especially if you're just starting out.
Once you've got your writing time locked in, find some more time to read and learn. Read a lot of books, a lot of stories. Keep up with the genre(s) you write in, yes, but also read stories in other genres, and from other times, and from other cultures; they'll give you new styles and new techniques and new structures. Read non-fiction; it'll give you more things to write ABOUT. And schedule time for learning, for taking a class or reading a how-to book. If you want to indie pub, figure out what you need to learn -- setting up a business, formatting, designing and making covers, writing blurbs and other marketing copy, bookkeeping and taxes -- and schedule time (and money when needed) to learn each thing. Spread it out; if it takes you a year or two or more to learn all the basics, that's fine. Make a reasonable schedule based on your life and your finances. Keep writing, but acquire the skills and knowledge you'll need to be a good businessperson. Note that things like setting up a business and keeping your books and doing taxes apply to people who only tradpub, as well as indie pubbers; make sure you don't get blindsided by the IRS, or whoever your local tax authorities are!
Practice. Keep writing. And don't let anyone tell you that you should write this or shouldn't write that. If you're not having fun, you're doing something wrong. :)
The second worst thing you can do is let other people put limits on what you write. If you want to write a sequel to your last book, then write it. If you want to write something completely new, do that. If you want to write a story in a new subgenre, or a new genre, then do that. If you want to try something that sounds crazy, go ahead and try it. Don't write something just because you think others expect it of you, or NOT write something because you think some people might not like it. Write what you want, and worry about where to publish it after. (While you write the next thing.)
If you go tradpub -- submitting to editors and waiting for acceptance or rejection -- you'll probably be getting a lot of rejections for a while. Maybe for years. This goes with not letting other people limit you; if you want a tradpub career, keep writing and studying and writing and learning and writing and trying. If you still think a story that's gathered a dozen or twenty rejection slips is good, then indie pub it and let the readers decide. There are people making a living off of their indie pubbed books, and plenty of genres and subgenres the big publishers decided were dead are blooming again because there are readers who love them, and indie publishing is reaching them. It might be that tradpub editors don't think your work has enough of a market, but there might be plenty of readers to support indie pubbed book in that genre or subgenre or tone or form.
Or if all you have is fifty or a hundred form rejections, maybe your craftsmanship isn't up to par yet. Keep working, studying, writing.
Keep writing. (Can't say that enough.) Writing is like any craft -- mastering it takes hours and hours and YEARS of practice. Writing is the only craft, the only art, where popular wisdom says that Baby's First Project can be polished up to professional standards if you just keep reworking and reworking and reworking it. Imagine getting your first trumpet lesson ever, and learning to honk out "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," and going immediately out to the park to play your song with a hat at your feet for tips. Or getting your first set of oil paints and doing a painting of your mother, then working on That One Painting over and over, scraping and repainting and adding and scraping and repainting, until you find a gallery willing to take it. :P That sounds dumb, doesn't it? But a large chunk of the writing community (not counting most of the published writers, but a lot of the unpublished writers and way too many teachers) encourages exactly that, the idea that Baby's First Story can be rewritten and rewritten, and polished-polished-polished until a paying market will accept it, if you just work hard enough and focus on perfecting that one story. Don't do that! Write something, send it out, write something else. You'll learn MUCH more from writing six stories than you will from writing one story and rewriting it five times. That path leads into the pit of doom! Write new words regularly -- every week if not every day. Especially if you're just starting out, learning and improving your skills should be your main goal, and you do that by writing lots and lots and LOTS of stories.
(And even when you've been at this for a while, you should still be learning and growing and improving. It never stops, you'll never have learned all there is to know, or max out all your skills.)
Schedule your writing time first. Writing means writing new words. Editing is not writing. Research is not writing. Submitting, or formatting and making a cover is not writing. Marketing and promo are most definitely not writing. Protect the writing first. If you have five hours free per week to work on your writing, spend at least four of them actually writing. All five is better, especially if you're just starting out.
Once you've got your writing time locked in, find some more time to read and learn. Read a lot of books, a lot of stories. Keep up with the genre(s) you write in, yes, but also read stories in other genres, and from other times, and from other cultures; they'll give you new styles and new techniques and new structures. Read non-fiction; it'll give you more things to write ABOUT. And schedule time for learning, for taking a class or reading a how-to book. If you want to indie pub, figure out what you need to learn -- setting up a business, formatting, designing and making covers, writing blurbs and other marketing copy, bookkeeping and taxes -- and schedule time (and money when needed) to learn each thing. Spread it out; if it takes you a year or two or more to learn all the basics, that's fine. Make a reasonable schedule based on your life and your finances. Keep writing, but acquire the skills and knowledge you'll need to be a good businessperson. Note that things like setting up a business and keeping your books and doing taxes apply to people who only tradpub, as well as indie pubbers; make sure you don't get blindsided by the IRS, or whoever your local tax authorities are!
Practice. Keep writing. And don't let anyone tell you that you should write this or shouldn't write that. If you're not having fun, you're doing something wrong. :)
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