The other day, I posted about my friend, Emmy Laybourne’s newly released YA novel, Monument 14. So, what about my own YA novel in progress? Rightly or not, I feel I owe my followers at least a tiny explanation. Here’s what I meant to do after that “Ghost Blog” post, in which I explained the reason I was slacking off on my blogging was that I’d given myself a June 15th deadline for finishing a draft of my YA novel. After making my deadline with flying colors (which I actually did, but more on the later) I was going to write a big victory post announcing the completion of the draft, the launching of the new revision phase and possibly throwing in some resolutions about how much more religiously I was going to blog, it being summer and all.
Well, here’s what happened instead. I finished a draft on June 12th, a couple of days before my deadline, but rather than posting about it to celebrate, I dove right into the revision process without even coming up for air. The reason being momentum, of which I had tons seeing as I’d been eating, sleeping and breathing the world of my twin protagonists, slamming through that last chapter, that final delicious moment when Olivia gets her dazzle on after 17 years of being outshone by her talented and dynamic twin brother Oliver. I didn’t want to blog about it, talk about it, write about the process of writing it or do anything but just keep on writing—starting over at the beginning! And let’s face it, is there anything more fun and exciting than combing through and tightening up a big 288 page mess that you made?
Writing a first draft can be scary. Even though I used an outline and tried to stick to it, there were times when I got lost and self doubt consumed me. What if I couldn’t finish? What if the plot just didn’t work? I admit it; there were lots of doubts and lots of periods of time where I’d finish a chapter and the thought of filling in the blankness ahead was so daunting, I had to force myself to sit in the chair and write. I did a lot of procrastinating, sometimes using the blogosphere itself as an escape. I didn’t use a writing group because I find that getting feedback as I make up the story tends to hold me back. I do better when I just write the whole thing, revise a few times and then test it out on people. A first draft is for you, the writer. It’s the progression through the whole story, with lots of notes-to-self (can this be told as a flash-back? Do we even need the zany, mad-cap aunt?) woven in. A second draft is the one you can start sharing with your writers’ group, or your mother or your husband or that one devoted friend who likes to read anything you seem to put on paper. A second draft is the one where someone besides you can read the story and kind of get it; it’s the one before the third fourth and fifth drafts you might give to some beta readers—where it starts to count.
Nevertheless, a first draft is a huge milestone. Before, you had an outline—better than a blank page, but still just a big map with no guarantee of arriving at your destination. Now …
- You know your outline works at least well enough to get you from starting point A all the way home.
- You have a beginning, middle and end and hopefully a bunch of stuff to work with in between.
- You no longer have just a story in your mind to invent, you have a book to tinker with: hundreds of pages of material to tweak, sort, toss and turn into something potentially magical.
- Best of all, since it’s for your eyes only so far, it’s okay that it’s a mess … for now.
My friend who is a creative writing professor recommends leaving your first draft alone in a drawer for a few months while you work on other projects. The idea is to come back to it with some distance and be able to clearly see what works, what doesn’t and what just needs to be deep sixed. I think this is good advice. However, I’ve got this momentum right now and I don’t want to waste it. With this draft in hand, the fears, the tendency to procrastinate vanished and momentum was hard to break. I still had about a week left before my kids’ summer vacation arrived to cut short my writing time, so instead of taking a breather from my book, I plowed on.
With the second draft, things happen more quickly. If I have an hour, I can rewrite a whole chapter or a scene that doesn’t work, or write the sick aunt out of the book altogether. If I have thirty minutes, I can pick a pretty OK section and make it pretty good.
On the downside, since I can’t wait to finish this draft and the going is pretty easy (for now), it’s really hard to stop and do other things. Like laundry and dinner. And getting immunization records for summer camp. The other day, I’d been multitasking: cooking dinner, folding laundry, helping my daughter pack for a camping trip, when I stole a “few” minutes to revise the chapter I was working that morning. In retrospect I did smell something foul as I sat there, but for better or for worse, I was too focused to care what it was.
My son is much more independent than my daughter and therefore less likely to come up to my “writing room” when I’m working (when I’m up there, he can usually sneak in some precious unauthorized moments on the Wii). I knew something was up when I heard his little feet padding up the stairs.
“Mommy,” he said, “I think there’s a stench in the house. It’s starting to hurt the inside of my nose.”
A stench? Indeed there was. It was the wok full of broccoli and other assorted vegetables that I’d walked away from twenty minutes earlier and was now blackening away in a malodorous disaster. (Yes my husband was home, as was my daughter, but their allergies often preclude stench detection.)
So this is where I’ve been, writing, revising, burning broccoli, letting wet laundry sit for a few days racing to get out a draft that someone can actually read. I am in a big hurry to get to the end for reasons I’ll disclose in another post, but I must say, I am at last enjoying the process. I think many followers are in the same boat with their own books, or somewhere in the vicinity. Godspeed to you all. Best of luck and keep me posted on your process!