Aw, you poor wee writer, you. Here, have a hug. Okay, empathy from me over. Get back in your writer chair. You need to learn a few hard lessons.
No romantic writer loft or silk cravat or running to your mommy will get you divorced from this story. Yes, you could abandon it. But remember back when you first thought of it. What a wondrous, never-before-thunked literary gem!
But now that you’ve seen your idea in the harsh light of day, and it is demanding too much from you, suddenly the urge to cheat on another cute idea strolling down that sun-kissed beach is so alluring. *wink, wink, nod, say no more, say no more*
I’m sensing a pattern here. You’re a New & Shiny idea philanderer! You prosaic cad!
A question. How many unfinished story ideas have been abandoned on your computer? 5, 10, 20, 20,000? I bet you bought an external hard drive to fit them all.
As noted in my book, STOP Not Writing: Nothing x Nothing = (you guessed it) Nothing.
You need an awakening, an intervention, a bloody dose of writer reality.
Lesson #1: Nothing great comes easy.
There. I’ve said it.
Lesson #2: And nothing ever turns into something until it’s finished.
Until you face these facts, you’ll have nothing to show for your desire to be a dedicated wordsmith but Terra-bytes of stream of consciousness abandoned babble simply because it became too hard and it felt like — dare I say it — work.
Yes, that four-letter word which comes with every occupation — welder, plumber, the person who scoops up trash with that fan-dangled scooper at Disneyland, your mail carrier, and Writer Wannabe You.
Lesson #3: Writing is a job like every other job.
Until you drop the notion that writing is a romantic Gone With The Wind passionate pastime, where your muse does all the work, and all you need to do is dress in a gown or tux to pick up your Pulitzer at The Plaza gala Simon & Schuster hosted for you because your navel gazing blather hit the New York Times Bestseller charts for ten weeks running, you will never get anywhere with your keyboard pounding. Seriously.
Stop daydreaming. Close your mouth. Wipe the drool from your lips. And return to Earth. You know, the place the rest of us prosaic humps eke out a living. And open up that not-so-new, not-so-shiny story idea, and let’s get to work.
Task No. 1: Make a Bloody Outline
No, dear writer, don’t have a mental hernia. I don’t mean some detailed tome nobody, but Grade 12 English teachers, wants to read. I mean crafting a simple scene-by-scene plotline — a few short sentences on a blank recipe card for each scene — so you know where the heck your story is going. So yes, you guessed it, you will avoid the hard writing angst and not cry for your mommy.
I know you. You embraced your New & Shiny story idea and took it on a whirlwind keyboard honeymoon where you and it hadn’t a care in the world nor a clue where you were going. And several gloriously hacked-out pages later, your romantic romp sputters and dies. Your muse’s gas tank bereft of even fumes.
(Uh huh, please, somebody, anybody, give me a nickel for every time this happens to a newbie wordsmith who thinks writing is “fun.” A zillionaire, me! Then I could quit this post and sunbathe on a beach where no one could find me, Mai Tai in hand, my manservant Miguel holding a pitcher of the cold ones in his right, fanning me with a palm frond with his left. I wuv Miguel. Man, I love how readers of my stuff can’t read the words I couch in brackets! Hehe…)
Oh, so you say you don’t know what happens next, so you can’t finish the outline.
Hm…
To that, I say,
Task No. 2: Step away from the keyboard and mind map what happens next.
Plots don’t just poop out the end of a dragon’s butt, you know. And no, I don’t mean every single tidbit of narration, dialogue, and action. Knowledge of the scene in general and how the next one flows from the last.
I don’t care how you complete this task. Use finger puppets or white boards or photos of dead characters tied together, plot-wise, with red string. Just figure out the darn story, will ya? Inciting incident, major obstacles and stakes, the evolution or devolution of your main players, to the climactic end and that settling/or disturbing denouement.
Writing is not rocket science, peeps.
Liken not completing this task to you venturing out into a vast forest without a freakin GPS. Do you want to return with a satisfying journey’s end, or die of hunger and thirst, lost among the trees, woodland creatures merrily munching on your carcass?
I tend to like to know where I’m going, so I return alive to pen again. But that’s me. You do you. But if you want to be like me and actually finish your book (I’m on my eighth) …
Make. A. Freaking. Outline! Arrgghh!
This teeny-weenie task enables your New & Shiny idea to remain. It will hold your hand and look lovingly into your eyes as you flip scene card by scene card ‘til there are no more scenes with which to flip.
Task No. 3: If stumped along the way, i.e. the Mushy Middle, stop typing, start thinking!
Typing a lot or typing fast, spewing out reams of useless, plot-muddying babble does not a story make. All that gets you is a semi-truck full of useless words you will have to edit out or pay some editing schmuck like me a million bucks to do for you (no wonder I pray to the god of Cocktail Hour… sigh…)
Sit back, figure out where your characters need to go, act, react next, and do not return to aforementioned keyboard until you have at least the gist of the upcoming scenes.
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If you keep these lessons and tasks in mind, you’ll never see your sweetheart idea with messy hair, bad breath, and ferociously burping at the breakfast table. The Honeymoon will last ‘til “The End.”
(I swear. If this newbie writer listens to me, applies what I’ve said, pens the next Great American Novel, and ends up getting a Pulitzer and Plaza gala in their honor re: Nelle Harper Lee in 1961 for To Kill a Mockingbird, I will crash that Do, head to the lounge and get stinking drunk on their infamous martinis, like actor Philip Seymour Hoffman did in the movie Capote, jealously mumbling, “I don’t know what all the fuss is about.” Yes, I’m THAT needy. But luckily my readers can’t read my bracketed words. What a superpower!)