DONFOOLERY

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.

My newest project, “The one with the mask,” got generally good reviews from the crit group today. No, it’s not on the sidebar yet, as Zokutou seems to be down. As much as I was loath to bring in an unfinished piece, the group seemed to understand and I got exactly the sort of comments that were appropriate for a piece in the stage it’s currently in.

The Good

• People found the protagonist to be sympathetic.
• No one found fault with the use of flashback, thus far (though someone made the comment that the prose might need tightening, depending on the story’s final length).
• Most importantly, they wanted more!

The Bad

• The relationship between the two characters shown thus far needed to have been specified up front, maybe with some dialogue.
• Someone stated they would’ve liked more dialogue in the beginning because they didn’t get a sense of the protagonist’s voice. This one actually disturbed me, because the critiquer was right–there wasn’t a clear sense of the protagonist’s voice, partly because I’m not sure I know what it sounds like yet.
• The secondary character needs to be the reality anchor. The story’s a contemporary fantasy joint, you see, and there needed to be a stronger sense of the general whereabouts of “reality.”
• I referred to the secondary character by a real name and a nickname. I should’ve picked one or the other.

The Ugly

There didn’t seem to be an ugly this time around. Of course, I was only five pages in, so there’s lots of room to fuck it up. Speaking of which, no one mentioned being as bothered as I was that I somehow managed to cram more swearing into five pages than I have into some of my other stories.

Anywho, like I said, I’ve got most of the beats worked out. And, during our post-critique chill-out Kaffeeklatsch, a fair amount of interesting details came to me that I just had to get down. Remember the King quote from the other day? Eh, I’m sure they all understood. They’re all writers.

One of the reasons I wanted to hook up with a critique group is that I wanted a reason to regularly produce stuff. For the group. Oh, I’ve produced stuff since last time, but nothing the group (because of its parameters) would be interested in reading.

I’m not bitching about how and why I couldn’t. You can read the other blog for that. That’s not even the point.

The point is that instead of furthering work on the various unfinished projects I have listed on the sidebar today–well, okay, only one of which is suitable for the group–do I pull those out and work on them? Hell, no.

What I did was delve into the journal and reworked some pages I wrote one early morning during our camping trip last week. It would’ve been last Sunday, around 7-ish, sitting with my back to the sun, facing into the treeline surrounding the area where we had our campfire.

I’ve got five pages of the best “shitty first draft” I’ve ever written. It’s not a complete piece; hell it’s not even all of Act I. But I’m pretty happy with the progress. I just wish I could shake out a little more of the story, but I spent a fair amount of time working out some of the major beats. I know exactly what the story’s about and how it’s going to end (more or less).

Maybe I’m not so unprepared, after all.