{There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
- Ernest Hemingway.}
Papa here again.
I caught Roland shaking his head over NaNo or NoMo or NoNoNanettes
or whatever you people call it.
I told him that it was the Litmus Test to determine the Dreamers from the Determined.
Gentle people, writing is not a group hug affair. It is lonely, hard, and demands discipline.
You build a hovel when you just slap boards together as fast and as many as possible.
Same for a novel. You take 25 words, distilling them into 15 or 10. You agonize over 400 true words a day not 5,000.
Raymond Carver had it right when he said good writing demands brevity and intensity. Those elements are distilled not vomited.
Be NoNoNanettes if you choose. But if your goal is to be a good writer, you must eskew the month long frenzy of throwing words together to get a semblance of a novel.
You wail it is popular. Are you a lemming? You pout that it is only a month. A month where you will be teaching yourself destructive writing habits.
A writer will have to sacrifice much to craft (notice my word) a novel. Let your sacrifices be for a novel that will take the reader's breath away.
Children, if you choose to write, write well. And how do you do that you pout. Here are the secrets:
THE SECRETS
Secret #1 :
There aren't any secrets.
Secret #2 :
There is only one secret :
The only secret to good writing is that it is poetry written into prose, and it is the hardest of all things to do.
But I will try to see if I can't share a bit of what I've learned. We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
And if you are reading this at night, it will mean something different than if you are reading this in the day. I know the night is not the same as the day:
that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day,
because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
There are no secrets to good writing. But there is a compass :
No sentimentality allowed.
There is no sentimentality in prose that touches the heart.
Sounds like nonsense. It isn't.
Sentimentality, sympathy, and empathy are turned inwards, not restrained, but vibrant below and beyond the level of fact and fable.
If you would touch your reader, find what gave you a similar emotion :
what the action was that gave you the excitement. Then write it down making it clear so the reader will see it too and have the same feeling as you had.
No secrets. No sentimentality. Yet, there are rules :
Rule #1
Writing is re-writing.
The first draft of anything is shit. Get the draft done, then sculpt away anything that is excess.
Rule #2
In fiction as in life : you can't go back.
The reason most sequels, films or books, fail is that the author tries to unscramble the egg. The hero has changed, has learned, has become something other.
Rule #3
Good books belong to the reader.
The reader will identify with your protagonist if you've been honest.
The tale then belongs to him : the good and the bad, the ecstasy and the remorse and the sorrow. He will have felt the air on his cheek, smelled the bread baking on the breeze, and how the weather was.
He will feel that it has happened to him.
Rule #4
Talent is not enough.
It doesn't matter if you have the talent of Kipling. You must also have the discipline of Flaubert if you would become a good writer. Dreamers dream pipe dreams. Writers write. Writers grow in their craft.
Rule #5
Know everything.
No bullshit. And if you would be a writer, you must develop a foolproof shit detector.
A good writer must know everything. Naturally, he will not. That is why you must read.
Mr. King was right when he said that if you do not have time to read, you have no business being a writer.
Read fiction. Read non-fiction. Read psychology texts. Read biographies, autobiographies. Become a student of life.
Good writing is true writing.
If a man is making up a story, it will be true in proportion to the amount of knowledge he has about life and how conscientious he is :
so that when he makes something up, it is as it would truly be.
Sit down and think about what I've written. Look over what you last wrote. Slash and burn what is excess.
Sermon over. Now, sit down and write something.
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10 hours ago
Writing is re-writing. This. Oh, so very much this.
ReplyDeleteRoland, I agree whole heartedly about NoNo... sorry, NaNo. It lulls us into a false sense of accomplishment. I have to agree also, that 400 magnificent words are worth more than 50,000 words banged out in some thankless race.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm prepared for for flying fruit and rotten veggies!
Sarah :
ReplyDeleteErnest just said he wanted to give you a hug. But he always wants to do that to pretty girls even as a ghost!
Wendy :
Yes, if anyone were still reading my blog, they would almost certainly be sending veggies our way! But NoNo Nanettes are too busy scribbling in their group hug/senseless striving after word count to notice. I'm glad to find another kindred spirit, Roland
I completely agree with, Wendy Tyler Ryan.
ReplyDeleteI have never participated in NoNoWriMo and never likely to. Like you say, it is a Litmus Test to determine the Dreamers from the Determined.
As always Roland, much food for thought. I now must jump on my treadmill!
Wendy QuillFeather :
ReplyDeleteI rather thought the two Wendy's would agree on this. Luckily for us that no one is reading my blog right now, or we would be cyber-pelted with veggies!
My treadmill is my job and my dream, both harsh mistresses! LOL. Pace yourself, Roland
Thank you Roland - great post! It feels right.
ReplyDeleteThanks, E.D. :
ReplyDeleteI believe Hemingway would think this way -- most of the words I used are his own, Roland