I came unstuck!
In my last post, I wrote about being stuck on Chapter 9 of the first draft of Perceval in Love. Today, I’m writing about becoming unstuck and how I did it. How did I do it? Haven’t a clue. But here’s what happened:
The day after that last post, I sat down at my desk, at my computer, at Chapter 9 and just started writing. I knew where the chapter needed to go, it was only a matter of putting the words on the page (or screen, as it were). So, I wrote and wrote and wrote — 6.5 pages that day. I finished the chapter! And I began Chapter 10.
The next day I wrote another 6.5 pages on Chapter 10. It felt great. It felt right in my bones. And I realized that maybe I had over-thought getting back into the draft. Over-thinking triggered fear, self-doubts, and more fear. To get beyond the fear and self-doubt, I needed to write about being stuck, to get it out of my head. So I am grateful to those blog readers out there who read that last post! Thank you. I am back on track with Perceval in Love.
With the New Year, I’m back to my Monday through Friday fulltime job and writing fiction on the weekends. And first draft writing work has awakened the frisson in me again between my creative life and my “work” life. Although I enjoy my fulltime job and the paychecks are most welcome, my creative life pulls, and pulls, and pulls at me. I have no idea why revision work doesn’t cause this frisson.
I’m always interested in novels set in the classical music world, and I ran across one whose premise really intrigued me because the protagonist was a concert pianist who is recruited as a spy during World War II. I began reading this novel this past Friday. The prose is, in my opinion, awful. The pace is glacial which is not a good thing for a spy novel. I thought about just tossing it aside, but I decided to continue reading it as a lesson in how not to write. Reading bad prose tends to be a good thing for writers in the end. I’ve read other bad novels in the past for the same reason. At the same time, reading this novel with its bad prose makes me sad. I think the characters and their story deserve better.
As I continue writing work on the Perceval in Love first draft, I feel relief and happiness that Evan Quinn is still talking to me…..