June? Have I really not blogged since June? Wow. But here I am, per a new accountability pact with WordPress cohorts M.M. Jordahl, Alexandria Darcy, & Anne Bean–our solemn vow is to put something on these damn things by Monday morning every week, come mist, Muse, or malaise. AND SO WE SHALL. (You may imagine our collective fistpump here.) Yes indeed, I am returning to blogtown on account of this accord, and for no other reason.
…Okay that’s not true it’s also because I don’t know what to do with myself since last Thursday night.
I did it, y’all. I finished Terriblebook.
…Now granted, this is a) a thing most of you already know, as I doubt my readership has expanded from five people during my many months of inactivity and anyone I’ve told “I have a blog!” likely already has heard “I have a book!” and b) a less final achievement than it might sound. By “finished” I mean “finished the first draft.” That…pretty much means I have produced with pride a steaming pile of superfluous paragraphs, which I must now shovel hoping to summon all the strength Heracles had in the stables of Augeas. …facing sentences of that structure. …and shit of that stink.
But still!!! I’m really looking forward to it. At long last I’ve finally got a manuscript! Once I go on a Staples Quest to print every last one of its embarrassing five-hundred-plus pages, I’ll get to attack it with red pens of death. Like Mikami from Death Note. “Delete…delete…delete…!” I keep telling myself (truthfully) that I shouldn’t feel so sheepish about how long it is because my editing process has, historically, been one of subtraction. There’ll be new stuff to add, no doubt (“oops, I didn’t know what the plot was yet in this chapter”) but overall I find it easier to get rid of unnecessary text than try to put more in. This is likely because my writing process happens in…gusts of momentum, rather than at a deliberate pace, so trying to step back into whatever crazy race I was running while writing a scene sometimes gets awkward results.
Even so, that’s much less the case than it used to be. Over the course of writing this draft I really learned how to make myself write, even if I wasn’t feeling it that day; how to push through a scene despite it not being one of the ones I deemed Exciting at the outset; how to stop taking the Manic Energy Bus from scene to scene and opt instead for the Steady Focus Bicycle, even uphill; how to stay interested when I knew exactly what was gonna happen.
It’s been such a valuable experience that it makes me want to sincerely say things like “It was such a valuable experience.” Translated: It was tremendous fun and also I learned stuff.
Terriblebook began as a smirk on the face of a terrible character, then a very minor player in some worldbuilding I was doing for a nebulous future project. Essentially–I don’t want to get into plot summary, because then I won’t stop, but, um. There was a hotel and restaurant business being co-run by a couple of gods actually using it as a front for their soul-selling operation. I decided it would be funny if the head chef at the restaurant was a former fantasy villain on a sort of work release program. …I don’t remember why I thought this, but considering that is what he ends up doing in Terriblebook the Second, I apparently still find it pretty hilarious.
But it’s even more hilarious to me now that I know his backstory, which he began to tell me back when I was bored as hell working as a wading pool attendant two Augusts ago. This backstory, mind, started out as a footnote on worldbuilding notes. Then it was a several-page blathering summary full of question marks. Then, it was going to be the first third of a book. Then, the first half. Then it was an outline under which was written “Crap, this is a whole book, isn’t it.” Then it was NaNoWriMo 2011.
343,935 words, 563 pages, 23 chapters, and 15 months later. What’ve I got?
- A goddamn beginning, middle and end and a complex plot that (with tape and perseverance) will cohere. …This shouldn’t feel like as much of a victory as it is, but hitherto I have sucked at plot so this feels great.
- Something that (according to my two very tolerant early readers <3) stays interesting all the way through–despite the fact that I ditched my usual nervous habit of ensemble-casting to the max so I could switch away whenever someone might be becoming too tedious. Whew! what a relief.
- Heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps of meta. Welp.
- Sitting atop the heaps of meta, my very first solo protagonist, who seems to take his unprecedented role in my work as his cue to be the most narcissistic twit who ever lived. I hate him. Also, I love him.
- Too many adverbs, but what else is new.
- A sprawling forest of fantasy tropes, praised and subverted and exaggerated and warped and made to multiply to the point of absurdity. Guilty pleasure partytown.
- …a decent excuse for blogging delinquency, at that…
- …and an okay excuse for being rambling and sentimental tonight.
Yay!!
So with that I’ll go sleep for a zillion years, because I am exhausted, I tell you, exhausted from all of this literary brilliance.
By which I mean “from working on Super Bowl Sunday,” ’cause damn. The hordes did descend.
Thanks for reading! See you next week.
No really, I will see you next week,
E.
❤