{"id":8347,"date":"2020-05-22T12:17:33","date_gmt":"2020-05-22T19:17:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lisahistory.net\/wordpress\/?p=8347"},"modified":"2020-05-22T12:17:50","modified_gmt":"2020-05-22T19:17:50","slug":"writing-novels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lisahistory.net\/wordpress\/2020\/05\/writing-novels\/","title":{"rendered":"Writing novels"},"content":{"rendered":"

I read a great quotation today: \u201cYou must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.\u201d It\u2019s by Ray Bradbury, so of course I had to find out from which book and order it<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Way back in November, which feels like a lifetime ago now, I was feeling stuck in my research. I had applied for a grant for my collection of H. G. Wells\u2019 writings, so it felt like I had no reason to work on it until I knew whether I got it (I didn\u2019t, third time running). The other book on Wells was in the process of being written through a series of scholarly papers presented at conferences, but since I teach full-time plus, and can only present once a year, this was going slowly. I tried reworking the papers into publishable articles, but they didn\u2019t seem to fit what journals were looking for.<\/p>\n

So although I was still fascinated by my topic, output was lagging. Nothing felt completable. So on a gloomy November day, I haphazardly began writing a novel based on a character like me, in the process of doing research on H. G. Wells. Over the next four months, I wrote every night between midnight and 1 a.m., until it was done. The writing flowed. I downloaded Scrivener<\/a> to have a place to write it, and ultimately paid for that program (and I rarely pay for anything). The book seemed to write itself. I edited as I went along, going back to the previous chapters nightly, rearranging and fixing. It was a strange process, since I have long thought of myself as having no imagination. But what came out was pretty good.<\/p>\n

\"\"I wanted to get it published, so I began reading up on how to do that. I have a former student who\u2019s now an author and writing coach<\/a>, and subscribed to her advice. I thought I should join writing groups on Facebook, so I found a few and followed them. I searched out information on writing and writers conferences, novel construction, how to make a good plot. I discovered that I\u2019m a \u201cpantser\u201d (writing by the seat of my pants, with no plan) rather than a plotter<\/a>.<\/p>\n

This conclusion annoyed me. I have for many years prided myself on my organization and planning skills. I had read that it is a good idea to start work on a second novel, while waiting for the zillion rejections on the first. The first book was in the genre \u201cliterary fiction\u201d, I discovered, but I had been wanting for some time to write a Victorian mystery, so I started that. My many blog posts on the year 1862 attest to the fun I\u2019ve been having doing it. The pundits said no, you should write in the same genre for several books. Oh well.<\/p>\n

Unlike the first book, this one should have been planned out rather than \u201cpantsed\u201d. Mysteries are complex, and my memory is not good (few historians have good memories). I tried mind-mapping, and ended up with Scapple<\/a>, from the same people as Scrivener, to map the plot. This didn\u2019t work well. I tried to plan, but ended up putting things that I had already written on the map instead, a reverse process of tracking rather than planning.<\/p>\n

And I kept looking for groups to join, because I\u2019m entering a new world so I felt I should. Writers, they say, should hang out with writers, as a community, for support. I am not a joiner. I don\u2019t like groups. And I\u2019ve become annoyed with the process of looking for an agent<\/a>, which everyone says takes huge amounts of time and lots of rejections. I expected rejections from publishers, but agents? The whole publishing thing has been frustrating and mystifying. The advice, the formulas, the sample letters, the filling out of forms that each have their own format, just to get someone to represent you whose fee will ultimately be paid through book sales. I have decided on one plan, anyway: write agents some, send directly to publishers if I can\u2019t find an agent, and self-publish if I can\u2019t get an agent or a publisher.<\/p>\n

I do not, like some authors, seek fame or fortune. But I would like some people to read and enjoy my work. If the writing itself adds joy to my life, the seeking of agents and publishers seems to suck it back out. My book(s) are good, I think, but I have learned rather quickly that quality doesn\u2019t matter that much in the publishing world. I\u2019ve learned why Dan Brown and John Grisham sell, and beautfully written works do not.<\/p>\n

The pandemic now has millions of would-be novelists<\/a> putting fingers to keyboards. I have been joined by mobs. Am I novelist, without a published novel, just because I\u2019m up at night writing novels? Does this graphomania have anything to do with my job? Why am I doing this?\"\"<\/p>\n

And yet I continue to do it all wrong. I have read that my protagonist must have a horrible flaw<\/a>, an Achilles heel that causes conflict. Mine merely has a penchant for buying too many books and taking his time thinking things out. The action is supposed to rise, with a status quo brutally disturbed, truths revealed, and a startling conclusion. Mine has likeable characters that mosey along finding things out. There are supposed to be twists, where I\u2019ve led my reader to think one thing and then \u2014 shock! \u2014 it\u2019s something else. I have some pinkish herrings, but I don\u2019t think I have a single twist. It\u2019s more like a churro than a pretzel. Is it a cozy<\/a>? Apparently not, because there\u2019s some plot-based sexuality and the person solving the mystery is a professional. But it seems like a cozy to me.<\/p>\n

And now, I\u2019m a bit stuck, with most of the mystery written, and no idea how it\u2019s going to end. But when I allow the characters to just mosey along, talking and discovering and living their lives, the world of today utterly disappears. I am in 1862, caught up in the pushing and shoving of the audience at the Surrey Theatre, sensing the activity of overcrowded London, wondering whether it\u2019s worth the trip to travel to the Exhibition in Kensington when the omnibus doesn\u2019t go all the way there. When I let the characters take over, the plot just goes along fine, so I\u2019ve decided to leave it to them. They know what they\u2019re doing. They\u2019ll figure it out.<\/p>\n

Maybe when ones characters become so real they write the story, one really is a novelist. So I\u2019ll stay drunk on writing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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