Today is a good day. Why do I say such things? One simple truth–correction. Make that two simple truths:
What is this nonsense about Inspiration? For a writer, there is nothing quite as powerful as inspiration. Negative: when it leaves us. Positive: when it finds us once more.
This morning — yes, I was in the shower — I received inspiration for Book 4 of the Heart of the Blessed series. The target? Teddy. Hilarious, quirky, smarty pants Teddy.
From the onset of this series I have held in check my desire to write his romantic story. The lucky lady has forever been a shadowy hint in my imagination. But this morning she [and the hint of her story] held out an introductory hand.
I clasped it tight (while trying to ignore Teddy’s knowing wink).
Whether or not the story will be written from her POV or predominately from Teddy’s I don’t know quite yet. The opening scene shows Teddy [in my mind’s eye], so that is likely the main storyline, but we’ll see where inspiration leads.
The literal chronology is during the events of Book 2, Releasing Yesterday. Perhaps that will change in the future. Perhaps not. One of the joys of writing [for me] is the sheer unpredictability of the story and the characters as I write the first draft.
Now to start making a list of possible Titles….
Do you ever feel like you’ve forgotten how to write? Like, it’s been so long away from the keyboard (or pen and paper for the old school) that you think everything you write is simply straight-up crap? Well, maybe not straight-up crap, that’s a bit harsher than reality; It’s something greater than writer’s rust, but less than dog poop, you know?
That’s how I feel. I feel that my writing skills have long been neglected and now are less than what they were a decade ago. I think I’ve known this for a while, even when I transitioned into writing screenplays rather than novels. Writing a novel is a challenge, a greater challenge for me than a screenplay.
The endurance required to complete a novel is phenomenal, so my hat is off to those who have completed one…even a finished draft of one.
A good novel has to be descriptive, painting a picture with words, but without going on and on about something the reader doesn’t give two shits about. Pardon the language. When I write I think in scenes. For example, I see people in a military airport hangar waiting for their loved ones to arrive from the approaching C-5 galaxy taxiing down the runway.
Now, a novelist sees the patriotic bunting decorating the interior of the hangar, the music from the band and the sounds of the army choir singing. The people in the hangar are primarily women and children waiting anxiously for the husbands and fathers to step off the plane so they can run into their arms.
A novelist must ensure that the story has the proper rhythm, and even a flow to the writing itself. They can’t simply write “The army band is playing in the hangar and choir is singing.”
However, the screenwriter can write it that simply.
So, it’s so much easier to write a screenplay then, right? Well, hold your horses for a minute there. If you’re a novel writer imagine trying to convey everything you see in a 2-hour movie in just 120 pages. You think cutting and editing a novel is difficult, try taking your novel (or any novel) and knocking it down to 120 pages and still tell the story.
Screenplays lack descriptors in detail, and the dialogue requirements go way beyond what is required in a novel. In a novel the author is allowed to tell the reader about a character. “John, who sat in the back of the class in his leather jacket, was a bully since he was 8 years old and in the third grade.”
In a screenplay you don’t get to write that. You get to write “JOHN sits in the back of the classroom wearing a black leather jacket.”
Since it is important that John was a bully since he was 8 that information must be conveyed in dialogue. In this example, the information can be easily conveyed by having another boy help John’s next victim up after a fight and saying “Don’t be embarrassed. He’s been beating people up since the third grade. I know, because I was his first victim.”
Another tricky problem with writing a screenplay is character development. In the above example, John is wearing a black leather jacket because it is important to establish the visual effect while introducing the character. (You can tell the character is introduced for the first time because his name is in all caps). After establishing the character you no longer describe his clothing unless it is absolutely necessary to furthering the story. If John is suddenly wearing a pink polo shirt and slacks because he’s dating Muffy, that would be important. However, if he’s just walking around campus, let the costume dept. and director dictate what he wears.
So, what’s the point of this article (or whatever we want to call this piece of prose) I’m not sure. Perhaps in a convoluted way it’s to say that I have experience writing both and can appreciate the challenges of each. I’m also considering a foray back into the novel writing arena and feel my skills are substandard, worse than they were before. So, if you start to read the tidbits that I post, whether they be short stories, chapters or something in between bear in mind that I’m still learning and re-learning. I’m still sharpening my sword and putting myself out there. Every story I write is a piece of me. The villain, the hero, the victim are all pieces of me….exaggerated. Certainly, I identify more with one person over the other, but they are still all me.
I hope you enjoy my stories and I wish all of you every success with yours. If you’d like to know more about screenplays just give me a shout.
Peace be the journey.
When I first started writing novels, I was sixteen years of age. There was no question in my mind about subject or purpose; I had a crystalline view of the characters, their story, and the struggles and blessings along the way.
That young adult fiction series gave way to dramatic and inspirational romances which, later, gave way to epic fantasy adventure novels and romantic mystery adventure novels. Over the span of 25 years I never faltered when it came to ideas and motivation. I was driven and never thought of the possibility that fact would change.
Then I entered the dating fray, met my now husband, and experienced the first halt to my drive. Although I would classify it more as a pause because I did not feel as if inspiration were silent. It felt more as if my characters waited with baited breath as I experienced true love and relationship for the first time in my life.
After our 2nd anniversary, I gladly – and anxiously – leapt back into the waiting maw of story and character with To Save a Soul and NaNoWriMo. What a thrill! TSS led to Silver and Iron and Para and a few others. My writing habits had matured as well, giving me an appreciation for outlining the most notable.
But I could sense the change in the driving force, for it wasn’t what it once had been. It was no longer all encompassing to the detriment of everyone else. I wasn’t so jealously guarded of my time. Inspiration was still with me, but tempered.
This waning continued, finding my days no longer overflowing with hours at the computer–no longer stealing time at work to write a story that simply MUST be told. It is then, years later, we come to where I stand now, utterly at a loss as to the beginning. Devoid of ideas due to the terror of not being able to find one worth its time. I have come to the place, finally, where so many others have stood–trembling with the desire to be a writer but overcome by the “How?”
Before, I never understood. I thought to myself, ‘just write something!’ and thought it easier than drinking water to do the same. I ask the forgiveness of all the writers before me. If I ever minimized your agony, I apologize with all of my being.
Rest assured, I am serving penance.
The fact that so many have succeeded gives me courage, and a bit of relief, because it is always comforting to know you are not the one blazing the trail; you are following it.