DONFOOLERY

Haven’t done the writing group update yet, seeing as I’m supposed to be plugging away at “The one with the mask” (which may actually end up being titled “Masked”). I gave them my 1,000 words, and I got the following back…

The Good

• I wrote a scene where the protagonist referred to a past hospitalization (the implication being that it was a psych hospitalization), which was seen as a “realistic depiction.” In the interest of full disclosure, I’ve worked in the field, so I know how these things go.
• People appreciate the humor. Again, it’s shocking. I know I write funny bits in my stories, mostly in the form of character thoughts or dialogue. They’re the ones being funny, not the story itself. But the group seems to really enjoy that aspect when it’s there. I suspect, though, that it maybe has more to do with my reading (we read our pieces out loud to the rest of the group) than the prose itself, but I could be wrong.
• No one really had any nits to pick about the prose itself. Again, it’s kind of like the tone of my rejection letters: “Great prose, but the story blah blah blah…”

The Bad

• I was afraid that I’d included some extraneous details in this section, although I didn’t exactly know what would be extraneous until after I’d finished. The group concurred on both counts.
• I’d inadvertently altered the voice of the protagonist. One person noted that he had a “sweetness” to him in the beginning that disappeared. I wish I could say that I did that on purpose, because there were some darker themes to the section I wrote, but the crit was right. The truth is, there’s a noticeable jump in the protag’s voice between the first 1300 words and the next thousand. And the themes really stay at a certain level of darkness.
• The same critiquer thought that I was wandering from the main thrust of the story. Again, she was right. Although I think I can fix that with some serious editing.

The Ugly
Again, no real “ugly” to speak of. Heck, one person in the group said she didn’t have any crits to give.

Afterward, we had the usual kaffeeklatch that went pleasantly longer than it typically does. I talked about how I psyched myself out by presenting a portion of the story last time that got such rave reviews that I was freaking out that I had to come up with something that would garner as much praise. Apparently, I’m not the first person this has happened to, which is the reason for the prevailing wisdom that one should only bring finished pieces to a writing group. I’ve always been in 100% agreement. It was just that all I had for last time was the start of “The one with the mask,” so that was what I brought. I guess you can call it my self-imposed consequence of not having something finished within the alotted time.

Deadlines, people–the reason I hooked up with a group to begin with.

I managed to hammer out just over 1,000 more words for “The one with the mask” for group tomorrow. I’ve had two weeks to do this. I did 300 a week ago, and came up with the rest today.

Yes, I’ve been writing other things, which is a blessing and curse. One of the things I need to do is work on the ability to focus on a project. It’s hard when ideas come flying at you, left and right. But I finally realized that each page in the notebook fleshing out a random idea could’ve been one page of this story. I’ve been editing other stories, one of which is ready to send out. I dunno, time management’s always been a problem for me. Although it’s usually not a matter of slacking vs. working. It’s a question of what to work on, and when there’s no particular deadline you’re trying to meet, I feel like I can, for the most part, write what I want to write on any given day.

Which is why I finally buckled down and found a group. I promised the group more of this story, and by God I was gonna give it to them. And I did, banging out and editing 700something words, proving to me once again that (a) there’s something to be said about deadlines and (b) the proven technique of sitting the fuck down and just writing something!

Part of my problem was that I psyched myself out over this story. Each instance where I sat down with the paper file and computer file open was painful. I had to force myself to do it, and I didn’t know why at first. It seemed like the basic problem I had with other stories, where I knew where Point A and Point Z are, and even a decent idea of where Points C, D, N, and U are…but no idea how to connect them. I couldn’t break through, despite the copious notes I took and the various techniques I’ve tried in the past to beat the block.

Finally I realized (a) I gotta come up with something with all the material I’d put together and (b) I’ve been putting mounds of undue pressure on myself. The pressure came from the fact that the first portion I submitted for critique got such a positive response that a part of me was like, “Oh shit, where do I go from here?” I wanted the next portion (okay, the rest of the story which I wanted to have finished by today) to be just as good.

See, that’s bad. I have to remember that this is still a first draft. I know I’ve probably written some extraneous material, but I won’t know it’s extraneous until I’m done.

Anyway, I’ll print it out once more and give it the once over, and then I’m going to call it a day. I’ve got 1000 words to submit tomorrow, and it’s all good.

That’s what I’m doing on “The one with the masks,” since I’ve got less than a week now to come up with something to present to the writing group this Sunday. It’s been rough, trying to keep the home in a semblance of order since the wife’s away. Any writing on this project has been done using Steven Barnes’ strategy of creating “plug-ins” that I can generate in one sitting, crammed into whatever time I might have.

The progress (now on the sidebar, since Zokutou works again) speaks for itself.