Jan. 8th, 2014

scribblemyname: (wait while I reboot my brain)
This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series Writer, Know Thyself: Plot & Character

I had a revelation in the line of "Writer, know thyself" and decided to share.

There are several goals you hear a lot with writers. None of these goals are mutually exclusive. They often overlap in the same writer, same story, and often diverge in the same writer, different story.

  • Some seek to write literature, stories that mean something, that will be remembered because of their richness or their scope or their significance, etc.
  • Some seek to tell a good story, one that people can relate to and enjoy and want more like it.
  • Some seek to work out their own ideas, questions, or feelings on the page through the means of fiction. (Think Aldous Huxley.)
  • Some seek to give the characters in their mind an outlet and gain themselves some peace.

And you know what?

Any time I tried to write literature, I never could. I've tried. I really, really want to write something that means something and lasts and is worthy of being remembered.

Any time I tried to tell a good story, I got bored before I get through with it. I wrote a sketch and got complaints from my beta—if I was uncomplaining enough to even ship it to her.

Any time I start with a theme or idea, the story dies so quickly on the vine, I might as well have outlined. (I'm one of those writers for whom an outline is a gun—or a nuclear bomb. Outlines for me are storykillers of the first degree.)

I have never been able to do it. I have written many different ways, but the more I consider my issues with plot, the more I realize how absolutely my muse eschews it as a viable factor to be intentional about, which also perfectly explains why I'm always frustrating my beta who as a reader, loves my ideas and wishes I wouldn't skim them instead of dive headlong in.

In fact, almost anyone reading this will remember what I have stated before seems to be my story method, the one which allows me to start with a sentence and reach the end or do a whole write and revise morass that was thoroughly planned.

If you know your premise, your characters, and the rules of your world, then the rest is inevitable but unpredictable, even to you.

Characters are not plot. They aren't even stories—they have them, but exploring characters seems to be the only way I know how to write.

Premise is not plot. Premise is the big idea—or two actually, in my case. I have always had to have two factors to the premise before it's interesting enough to start me scribbling. The world is merely parameters I can use to dig deep into my characters. The premise is merely parameters I can use to dig deep into ideas.

Many of my premises are metaphor and symbology, which is why I don't mind using fictional elements like personality-shaping, conjoined minds, mindreading, soul-based powers, etc. Because I'm commenting through the use of these elements on what we actually do in the real world with our personalities, thoughts, souls.

Plot is "the rest" referred to in that paragraph. As my wonderful beta pointed out recently, all the story elements are tied together and grow out of each other and affect each other, even the ones I tend to ignore until they need weeding.

My method of plotting is beyond risky and I don't recommend it. I generally let it emerge in the same way I let theme emerge because if I pre-plan it too soon, I can't write the story. The story for me is the character. The character arc defines the story. But it's messy. It's literary. Sometimes I vignette a snapshot instead of an arc. Sometimes I show an arc but forget to show the world that makes it make sense. Sometimes I write a novel/ette and am required to stop, drop, and plot in the middle because I finally know enough to do it without killing my creative impulse, but it takes me forever because I don't really plot all that often.

This usually happens when, at the time I start writing, I have too many characters I don't know or too many rules of my world I don't know.

This is my weakness, and it's good to be able to put a face on it at last because I've always wanted to write that great novel and I've always wanted to tell that awesome story and I've always wanted to explore the ideas that pound on the inside of my skull, begging to be let out but sniffing at essays in disdain. The only way I've ever been able to do it was by digging into character.

It gives me a different perspective and one that may help me start pushing myself into plot and finished works if I can view plot through that lens and find a way to connect with it.

What do you know, learn something new every day.

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.

scribblemyname: (take the lead)

On the one hand, the number of people traditionally publishing (meaning those who send manuscripts to agents and publishers) has got to be an enormous number, even compared to the number of people self publishing. And those trying to traditionally publish but failing are making no money whereas very, very few self published authors make no money.

Daniel Kenney

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.

scribblemyname: (combat)
This entry is part 38 of 38 in the series Daily Scribble Reports

Publishing

So Dowse and Bleed is officially in review and I’ll get to proof it soon. I’m actually going to order a proof this time and will probably redo the typesetting on Gone Hunting soon and order that too. This round has been something of a revelation for me. And sent the Word file off to the formatter. :braces self for the invoice:

Writing

When in doubt, just write it out. I dove into my gift-fic and let’s just see what happens, shall we? Note to self: I haven’t the foggiest idea what I’m doing. I made it 167 words into the gift-fic before stalling out.

Upon switching to Splintered Gates, I got 728 words. That wasn’t actually the plan, but I’ll go with it. I’m starting to get scenes, and that’s a good thing. They’ll need later fleshing, but I’m not starting from sketch only either.

And back to the gift-fic. It’s going well, even if I can tell I’m not wholly comfortable in this character’s head. Either of theirs. I have no idea how I’m going to merge these scenes either.

In line with the idea of catching up on sleep, I'm going to stop here. I chose to write less today in favor of publishing. I regret nothing.

Word Count

  • Fiction: 1304 words
  • Poetry: 0 words, 0 lines
  • Blog: 253 words

Gift-Fic

  • Today: 576 words
  • Total: 576 words

Splintered Gates

  • Today: 728 words
  • Total: 1757 words

Collaboration

  • Today: 0 words
  • Total: 56,380 words

January Totals

  • Fiction: 3993 words
  • Poetry: 212 words | 45 lines
  • Blog: 3730 words

Completed Pieces

  • Poem: "Before My Eyes," 220 words | 47 lines.

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.

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