I had one of those moments that writers live for last week. The opening chapters of my novel were nicely writing themselves, sounding good to me as I wrote. I was in the groove, feeling that mystical flow. And then I got to chapter four.
I knew what I wanted to see happen in the chapter. It’s a critical scene that largely sets the stage for the remainder of the book, as well as planting seeds that will sprout in later books. I’d seen the vision of the action in this chapter from afar, from my high-level overview / summary. However, when I got hip-deep into the actual “live” writing of the scene, I got stuck.
The scene consists largely of dialogue, one character giving some critical information to another. I had thought that I knew what they would say. Once I got them talking, however, I realized that I didn’t understand enough about one of the two to make the dialogue sound realistic / natural / real. The one I knew more about (one of the main characters in the book) kept asking the other one questions, but I couldn’t make the other one (the minor character) say what I knew he wanted to say in a way that felt right.
After beating my head against the keyboard for a few days, and after scrapping and rewriting the scene about three times, I decided to step back and figure out why it wasn’t working. What I discovered was that I hadn’t ever fully fleshed out the back-story of that minor character. I didn’t know exactly what had led him to show up on the doorstep of the major character. So I started asking myself lots of questions to try to fill in these gaps in my understanding of the story.
The result was a huge spike in my understanding of several related characters, both major and minor, and a much clearer vision of WHY they all were acting as they now were. I even discovered a whole new character that I hadn’t even realized existed before, and a whole new aspect of how one of the main story lines actually worked.
When I felt I had sufficiently illuminated this previously darkened region of the overall back-story, I went back to chapter four and started again. It still didn’t come easy, because I still had to flesh out with even more detail some of this character’s back-story. The whole process felt difficult, but I knew as I got this “final” (first-draft) version written that it finally felt right, that it flowed.
These are the moments when it feels like my characters are becoming real people, taking on lives of their own, making their own decisions. As I was initially writing and making them do and say things, they were arguing with me in my mind, telling me that I was telling the story wrong, that they would never do it that way or say it like I wrote it. Maybe it’s not like this for other authors, but this is the typical way my characters talk back to me.
So now I’m pressing forward. I hope I don’t run into too many more of these difficult bits. On the other hand, these really are the moments of pure creativity that is what makes writing fun for me.
Finally, finally, finally, my next novel is under way. All that messy “real life” stuff has settled down — new work working well, summer vacations vacated, kid accepted into acceptable school for first grade, the usual.
I finally finished the prep work on the book I’m tentatively calling Dorian: Book One of the Brel Chronicles, and I’ve managed to crank out 5,500 words (3 chapters) of first-draft text in the past five days. The writing is flowing well. My detailed outline that I spent so much time crafting is proving its worth. Everything is still subject to change, of course. As I write, I’m still learning and discovering more and more about this world and these characters.
One fairly exciting event related to this book happened a couple weeks ago. A friend of mine on Facebook (whom I had never met in “real life”) posted a photo of a painting she’d just finished. I instantly fell in love with it because it was the very image I’d seen in my head for many years of what the sky on the planet of Brel looks like. I asked her if I could buy it and eventually use it as the cover art for this novel, and she agreed. So I drove from Atlanta to St. Louis to pick it up, and to finally meet the artist in person. Now, I have it here, and it’s inspiring me as I write.
So, all this makes me very happy. It’s wonderful to be actually writing again. Granted, these 5,500 words are maybe 5% of what the final size of the manuscript will be. I think it will run slightly over 100K words, possibly even longer as this story is very large and has lots of complexity. That’s actually the biggest struggle (although it doesn’t feel like a struggle) with this story — NOT throwing in everything I could possibly say about it. I think this is common for books where the author has spent a long time building the world and developing a panoramic backstory. I literally started inventing (transcribing?) this world / story when I was a teenager, many moons ago.
Bottom line, I’m thrilled to be writing again, and I’m very pleased with my progress so far. The story feels exciting to me. I’m anxious / eager to find out what happens with all these characters.