(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Oct 2 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I’m working on a new book proposal, about which more later. My current self-imposed deadline is tomorrow so I can give it to the Wyrdsmiths before I send it off to my agent. The process has me really thinking about writing again for the first time in a while. I’m writing fast at the moment, which means that I’m dropping some of the balls I’m juggling. This is not a big deal, as I will pick them up again on the polish pass—as I usually do—but it’s very interesting to see which balls are getting lost at this stage. They fall into three main categories:
1) Sentence level stuff. In particular, articles. The faster I write the less I write “the.” I think that’s my brain not typing bits that can easily be inserted later. updated to add: Also conjunctions. Apparently this post was written fast as I missed at least one above—or, at least that’s what Laura tells me.
2) Smells and other sensory details. As my focus narrows I lose senses, starting with smell. This is a mirror of the real world. I don’t have a great sense of smell to start with and on top of that I have the ability/liability to focus on what I’m doing so intensely that a lot of things get sort of grayed out as I’m working intensely on something. It’s nice that when I do that I can block out the cat barfing in the hall. It’s less so that I block out being hungry, having to go to the bathroom, or, at really intense levels, things like my tendons screaming that I need to take a break right now or I’ll pay for it later.
3) Character descriptions, and this is the one that really tells me I’m writing up at the edge of what I can do in terms of speed and still remain coherent. I’m a plot and world focused writer and that means that all my character skills are a deliberate effort of craft layered on top of the bedrock stuff. It’s a deeply laid skill set at this point, deep enough that I no longer need to think about it at the conscious level much, and I haven’t dropped it in years. But yesterday I decided to swap the gender of one of the minor characters and, as I was making the necessary changes, I realized I hadn’t described them at all because that wasn’t an important aspect of the plot function they were originally serving. However, the change will bring them deeper into the story and, at that level, what they look like becomes important enough that not knowing what they looked like rang bells for me.
Which brings me back to my polish pass comment. At this point in my writing life what I turn in to my editor is very close to what I think of as my first actual draft—the stuff I hand to Wyrdsmiths—after I’ve read through the rough again and fixed sentences, put in (some*) sensory detail, and done things like describing minor characters. I sometimes forget that there even is a step between putting it on the page and handing it in, because polish typically happens in an hour or two the day before we meet, and I don’t have to pay a lot of forebrain attention to it. Despite that it’s a critical step and one that probably doesn’t get talked about enough by experienced writers.
*There are always more details added after Wyrdsmiths, especially smells, plus larger fixes.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Nov 11 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Nothing this cute should ever have to go to the vet
For Meglet it’s always casual day
I don’t think I should have eaten the whole turkey
Is my inner beauty shining through again? Sorry if I blinded you.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Nov 6 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
2014 update: I’d just come back from Scotland in Oct 2009 and pictures were requested. I’ve currently got them up at Facebook. This post is by way of an experiment that should make them visible to anyone via these links.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Oct 27 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
This is not my beautiful cat…this is a woolie coo:
These are not my beautiful cats…these are Scottish wild boar piglets:
This is not my beautiful cat, this is momma wild sow:
Look, another piglet:
This is my beautiful cat, Meglet:
And Ashbless:
Isabelle has a bear in a kilt:
Drip drop lap lap:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Oct 24 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
This is the independent bookstore in the small town where I live, with me in front of it:
This is the store’s new sign:
This is a close up of the books on the right side of the sign:
Even closer:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Oct 20 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I am not looking at you. In fact, I am looking exactly 12 degrees away from you. So there!
I’z mah blanket and I’ll zzzzz if I want to, zzzzz if I want to, zzzzz…..
Summer can’t be almost over, can it?
Legs? Who needs legs?
They went that way!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Oct 16 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I wuvz my powerstrip, and it wuvz me, is that wrong?
Fierce jungle cat is fierce, damnit!
Naptime….
I’z too sexy for my snuggly
I am the walrus, kookookachoo!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Oct 9 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Madeye Meglet? Me? No, you must have me confused with someone else.
I heart my blankie.
No, of course I’z not laughing at you!
I have really cute toes!
No, really cute!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Oct 2 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)