DELLE JACOBSCURRENTLY WRITING:Polishing, polishing, polishing SIDHE and SIREN for submission and already dreaming of the next book. Will it be Davy's story, STRANGER IN THE NIGHT? There's GILDING LILLY that's half done... And a pirate short story, CAPTAIN JACK IS BACK...
MOOD:Ambitious
But back to juggling. I thought I would be through with that, once I left the day job. But here, almost five years later, I have more to do than ever. That, of course, is one of the problems in finding time to write. Making sure you don't have priorities you don't need.
Back wh
en I started writing, I did have too much to do, legitimately. I had a 40 hour a week job as a social worker that never took less than 55 hours a week to perform, and sometimes those extra hours came in the middle of the night. Or lunch hours- big time suck there. Breaks? We didn't know what those were, sometimes, but we tried to take them because we needed them.
I didn't have a laptop back then, so I kept a notebook handy, and when I'd get any kind of break, I'd make notes on what I wanted to write next. I'd also take my previous day's writing with me and edit it, then the first thing I'd do when I started writing at night was to enter the edits on the previous day. That invariably led me right in to what I wanted to do currently. I had one book I swore had been written in doctor's offices and break rooms. And since I walked a lot on my lunch hours, I found this a really good time to brainstorm my own plot ideas.
I don't do most of that anymore. Computers have changed, and I've changed. Laptops are just too handy, maybe. But I think that was probably the most efficient way I've ever written. I do keep a notebook in
my purse, but I'm surprised at how little I use it now, or how few times I go back and read what I wrote in it. The best thing was, by reviewing the previous day's work, I was right on top of where I needed to be for what came next. No dithering, trying to remember my mood, or what little plot details had to be worked in. Because I had to be efficient, I had it all planned, and it just blossomed.
I've also decided there's something habitual in the made-up stress in our lives that may be important to us. True, we can and do use false priorities to escape our real priorities. It's very easy to blame our lack of forward movement on our manuscript on too many things to do, because there are always too many things to do. Even when we start weeding out the things we really don't need to do, there's still too much. So if we somehow don't want to tackle that blank page, it's no problem. Easy. We can clean toilets. We live in a wet climate, and even in winter we can find weeds to pull.
But I think it's good for us to have some of that too-much-to-do stress in our lives. Most of us just don't function well without some of it, and we actually thrive on it. If we don't have it, we feel like we've lost our place in the universe. We aren't needed. If we went off to the desert to become hermits, nobody would notice us because nobody needs us. And we need to feel needed.
So I do
n't think I'd get more writing done if I didn't have other obligations. I think I'd just get lazier and fatter, and that's bad enough already. What I need in order to write more is not less to do, but better use of the time I have.
I'm working on a different structure for my day now. A specific part of my day is scheduled for writing. Not only that, every time some wild notion pops into my head that those toilets are getting really grungy and must be scrubbed RIGHT NOW, I notice that happens only during scheduled writing time. So I schedule said task for the next day, at a very specific time. I might not schedule anything else, but I give it the time it needs. So I can't say to myself I'm neglecting that all-important task. Instead, I'm honoring its importance. Just not right now.
Part of the secret, I think, is that I'm still learning myself, after all these years. I'm learning what I do to fool myself. And I'm learning how to look more deeply into my own motivations and discover what I really want and why.
If selling a book is my goal, then why don't I want to do the work? That's what it boils down to. It's work. It's hard. Sure, it's fun, but it's mostly hard work. It's so hard, I actually tell myself I'm not capable of doing it. Never in any other job have I found myself so lacking. And that's because it really is hard.
When stories don't flow smoothly, is that a sign we're losing our abilities as writers? Why should it be? It's a sign we've reached a point where if we don't reach deeply into ourselves and work hard, we may end up with a story that gets to The End, but it won't be worthy of us. If we just write whatever, and don't really work hard at that point, we will miss the story's true depth. When the going gets rough and hard, and we can't get past our tangle, we can do a lot of things, like write a part we do understand, or stop and play a "What if?" game with ourselves. But that's a point where we're being challenged as a writer to find whatever it is that makes this story unique and significant, not just a story anybody could sit down and dash out.
So now whenever I'm stuck, I try to remind myself this isn't proof that I'm a failure as a writer. This is my opportunity to write something wonderful, to go beyond what the average writer would write.
Much better than scrubbing toilets, don't you think?
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