
Drawing by blogger ‘mopana’, see below
Recently I began a story which currently stands at over 17,000 words. That’s a big jump from the maximum of around the 1,000, more usually a few hundred, I managed before. Even that number surprises me; I’m more likely to turn out a haiku or a 100 words, precisely. For some reason I like the discipline which those impose.
However, what I’ve found is that it is just the discipline which prevents me writing longer and for the first time I have understood why I’ve always been averse to attending any kind of creative writing course. Any kind of planning, or thinking too deeply about plot, characters or the like just makes me wrap up the whole thing quickly or abandon it. If nothing else, it just makes it boring, for me.
In our local writers’ club we are usually given a ‘theme’ on which to write for reading at the following meeting after two weeks. That has always resulted in something short from me, which is ideal as writing longer means there is time to read only an extract, which is never really satisfactory. However, one recent theme ‘What if …’ opened up so many possibilities that I found myself just writing and writing, with no plan, just waiting for the two characters (Miranda and Peter – M and P; where they came from I have no idea, or have I?) to ‘speak’ to me to tell me what was happening.
Blocked
I first became ‘blocked’ when they fell silent, at around 6,000 words. I’d written what I thought was the beginning and the end but felt the journey between the extremities was too short for my two characters. They had not enjoyed themselves, nor suffered enough, to satisfy me. They spoke to me no more but clearly wanted to carry on their journey. I decided to call on my fellow writers’ club members, though just a select few (I won’t say more other than that I’ve always had more empathy with women than men, as any regular reader of this blog may know), asking them to comment on a printed version. One responded almost immediately; with her suggestion in my head M and P began to speak to me again, telling me much more about themselves, so another 6,000 words was rapidly completed.
Stalled again at about 12,000. Then another club member gave me some notes handwritten on my script with some words of encouragement. Again, M and P began to speak, suggesting that they had a discussion about their star signs, so each would be able to see how the partner saw them and how they saw themselves. Another 5,500 words resulted, so now 17,500 in all.
Another suggestion was that an ‘observer’ who I’d introduced right at the end should have something to say earlier, now and then, to make the reader question whether they were in reality or fantasy. This fell into place quite readily and, I thought, much improved things.
No one has yet suggested the author/book from which I ‘nicked’ the idea of the outside observer but I know.
Anne Brontë
Throughout this process I did not know why I was compelled to write the story or what the underlying theme was, though I had an idea that it was perhaps about the strength of women and the weakness of men. Throughout the writing, from the first idea, I had the feeling that the answer lay in a quotation which I could not recall though I spent long periods thinking about it. I had a vague feeling it was Emily Brontë but, having read her novel many times, could not think where it might be; in her poems perhaps? But no luck there either.
It came to me suddenly a couple of days ago. Not Emily, but Anne:
On all her breezes borne
Earth yields no scents like those;
But he, that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
In a poem, The Narrow Way. I was rather annoyed that I had not been able to recall those last two lines earlier. They are the key, I think, to adding a few more thousand words, even perhaps finishing the story.
However, something even stranger, a remarkable coincidence (but I do not believe in coincidences!). A few hours later I was scrolling through the bloggers I follow and came across those same two lines in a post from a young Romanian woman, very young in comparison with me. What is more, she’d written a haiku to go with them (and her drawing of a rose, above). I find her blog refreshing, creative and entrepreneurial; you can go to it by clicking her user name: Mopana.
Music
Now, I cannot write in silence, so after hearing several authors interviewed on radio who felt the same, but many who did not, I was intrigued to find out what accompaniment my fellow club members used, if any, so tried to begin a discussion about it on the club Facebook (closed) page. So far only three have responded but of those two demand absolute silence, one is with me but the music, he says, is random. Mine is not.
Below is a picture of what has been keeping me company during my writing marathon. Some were there from the beginning. Some I added to jog my memory (one I even bought for this purpose) when I realised that I was writing about 1960s London. I have music mostly on LP, including many complete operas, but they are not really practical unless you just want to sit and listen.
It’s a motley collection you might think but it does reflect a part of my musical taste.
For the record, they are, left to right approx, Ella Fitzgerald with Count Basie; some operatic divas (as selected by Gok) – I posted about this recently; member of our writers’ club Emma Nabarro-Steel; Stephane Grappelli and Yehudi Menuhin; Schubert’s ‘Trout’ quintet; Sofia Vicoveanca (my favourite Romanian ‘popular music’ artiste, though she’s joined from time to time by a delightful young one I don’t yet have a CD of, so from internet, Andrea Chișăliță; the Brighouse and Rastrick brass band; one of several Beethoven string quartets, particularly the late ones, played by the Romanian quartet Voces; and Eric Clapton. There’s one missing in the photo as it’s on LP – Mozart’s clarinet concerto. If I had it I’d have Stephane Grappelli with Django Reinhardt in there too. What I select depends partly on mood, partly on what I’m writing about.
I’ve now realised I have a story in waiting behind every one of those music choices. Maybe I’ll write those stories sometime.
I’d be interested to hear about any other’s writing process, whether you like a music background or not and if so what and why or anything else about how you write. I am, of course, talking about writing fiction. Blogging is something quite different though, again, there’s no theme to mine; I just write about anything which takes my fancy as and when, the words spilling out like blood from a stuck pig rather than from a finger pierced by the thorn of a rose.
April 25, 2017 at 12:48 pm
Great post. I am one of those who can’t write to music (but envy those who can!)
I was quite surprised and a little horrified to find I require close to absolute silence. It seems so cool and artistic to be able to just pound away at the keys with a head full of music. I do my best work, my most focused work, when I’m in the zone of my mind’s own making. However, if I become stuck on something for a few days I’ll sometimes pick a song based on the mood it gives me and listen a while. Then I’ll shut it off and continue to write. But even that doesn’t produce great results.
When I listen to too much music while writing, I often find my work reads back differently, and not in the best way. When I read over it after the music is gone, I don’t feel the same energy. I think it has something to do with me sort of leaning on the music, if that makes any sense. A soundtrack is an easy way to fool myself into thinking what I’ve written has the right mood, when many times, for me at least, it’s actually lacking. It’s like spritzing perfume on a skunk. But that’s just me.
I’ve found taking a break to read a few chapters of a novel that has the mood or style I’m going for works much better.
I do wish I could just blare the tunes and magically create great work, though!
Good luck in all your creative endeavors
April 8, 2017 at 9:01 am
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April 4, 2017 at 7:21 am
I have to listen to music while writing too. I normally begin with Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
April 4, 2017 at 7:27 am
A good choice! I have Beethoven’s complete works but they’re on LP apart from the string quartets otherwise I think more L van B might be in there. I must think about getting some sonatas on CD. Thanks so much for the comment.
April 4, 2017 at 8:45 am
I love the idea of LPs. My dad had many, from the Beatles too, and he threw them all away. I haven’t forgiven him yet 🙂
April 4, 2017 at 9:14 am
How sad. They are of course coming back in a big way. I had a much larger collection than I have now but someone ‘disposed’ of them during my time in Romania. The present collection is from eBay or car boot sales (do you have such things in Slovenia?). By the way, I was teaching English in Romania for most of my 11.1/2 years there, so we have that in common.
April 4, 2017 at 7:03 pm
We don’t have car boot sales and I don’t know any people that would have them. But I’m planning on buying them online, starting with The Beatles!!
Oh, a fellow teacher! Did you like Romania?
April 5, 2017 at 9:04 am
I loved (and love) Romania and teaching there was a wonderful experience – children so keen to learn (adults too). I went originally as a volunteer for six months but ended up staying 11.1/2 years!. I suspect it would be much the same in any eastern European country though the only other in which I taught, for a week only, was Slovakia.
The Beatles mean a lot to me. Apart from the wonderful melodies they changed the possibilities for so many people by making a regional accent not only acceptable but even preferred for entry into so many careers, rather than the BBC ‘posh’ demanded previously.
Good luck with the LP hunting. Here, apart from car boot sales, we now have shops specialising in them, both new and old. If you think I can help let me know.
April 6, 2017 at 10:03 am
Thank you!
April 4, 2017 at 7:07 am
Dire Straits, Vivaldi, and Baroque music does it for me when I’m in the creative phase writing my novels (science fiction comedy). However, I’m currently labouring over editing a memoir of my travel-adventures to Central Australia, and I need silence for that. Must be something to do with which side of my brain I’m using. I find music gets me in the zone and the creativity flowing. But I think if I listened to music while editing, I’d miss spotting the gremlins of typos, spelling and grammar.
Keep up the good work and enjoy the adventures your characters take you.
April 4, 2017 at 7:56 am
Thanks for the comment Lee-Anne Marie. I’ve had a quick look at your blog and will be returning. Interesting about the editing; when I was writing on the laptop I did almost none but now I write almost everything on the iPad (Pages) I find a lot of typos creep in, but music doesn’t distract me at all. On the other hand, as a former journalist I was used to correcting (and writing) in a really noisy editorial office. Before a long health enforced break I followed an Australian author but she seems to have stopped posting now.
April 4, 2017 at 5:59 am
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April 3, 2017 at 8:06 am
Its funny that you mention the characters write the story. I am following a chaps blog who is writing around a thousand words a day and posting them as an attachment to friend to whom he writes to every day. Very entertaining. He mentions the same thing about the story, his second now, about how the characters write the story for him. He also said that he only recently discovered that it is the discipline of sitting down everyday to write for a period of time that that has allowed him to write so much. I think his first foray was between forty and sixty thousand words!
April 4, 2017 at 7:18 am
That really is interesting Eddy. I’ve always said that I could not reserve a time every day but I’ve found that, by default, I do indeed write at the same time, but not every day. It’s between about 6.30 and 8.30am. However, it’s mixed up with things like reading new posts from those I follow, commenting or, as now, responding to comments. I very rarely write, fiction or blog, at any other time. The characters speaking is a little strange but absolutely true. The difference between your friend and me is that only if the story characters feel like speaking can I write about them so sitting down at the same time every day for that purpose would be useless.