I can't quite read all the henscratchings -- one of the risks you run when you hand-write corrections and suggestions on a manuscript -- but the GOOD news is, thusfar, I'm pretty sure I've made all those points. Happy day.
Do not reprove the scorner, the
writer of Proverbs warns, “lest he hate thee.” Rather, “rebuke a wise man, and
he will love thee.”
“Give instruction to a wise man,”
Proverbs Chapter 9 continues, “and he will be yet wiser: teach a just man, and
he will increase in learning.”
As you revise your own writing and
as you accept revision and criticism from others, be the wise man and be wiser.
Be the just man, and increase in learning.
It’s natural for any writer to
defend what he or she has written. A lot of time, a lot of labor, and a lot of
love go into the stories we create. But we do ourselves, our stories, and our
readers a great disservice if we don’t revise, or if we stop revising too soon.
In April 2016, author Obert Skye
delivered a talk at TEDx Idaho Falls in which he calls revision “frustratingly
magical.”
He imagined as a child sitting down
in a warm field to write, and writing a wonderful story on the first try. That,
of course, never happened. Instead, he discovered the best stories came to him
through revision. "Good ideas can get lost or become hidden or never
discovered,” he says, “if they are buried under the laziness and misconception
of a job well done."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqK6-ePxPa8
A scorner might say that revision
piled upon revision shows a story not worthy of being told in the first place.
In some cases they might be right. But to the keen writer, who realizes
imagination ought to play second fiddle to the inspiration that comes through revision,
wisdom comes.
Skye continues: “Revision is
understanding. It is long-suffering. It is inquisitive, it solves things. It is
the detective of writing.”
The scorner compares what is written
to a human baby: Precious, darling, worthy of protection at all costs.
But truth be told there are some
ugly, ugly babies out there.
A friend of the family has a way
around saying a person’s baby is ugly. Presented with a homely child, she
simply says, “Oh, what beautiful hair.” And the hair can indeed be beautiful,
even if the baby it’s attached to is not.
Nathan
Shumate, author of the web comic Cheap Caffiene, says recognizing that ugliness
is essential for artists and writers.
“Even
with my literal babies,” he says, “whose birth I attended in all four instances,
I did not think they were beautiful because I loved them. I loved them, yes,
but I also acknowledged that they looked like all newborns do: like red,
wrinkly turds.”
http://lousybookcovers.com/?p=10780
Maybe
this all sounds cruel. But as with the Ugly Duckling, the ugly baby with the
beautiful hair, the red, wrinkly turds outgrow their homeliness and become more
beautiful as time goes on.
This
is what the wise man knows, when it comes time to revise. The wise man looks at
what he has written and sees at once the beautiful hair and the wrinkly
turdiness of what lies before him.
The
wise man knows at revision, the ugliness, the turdiness is replaced – slowly at
times – with the stately white feathers of the swan that was once, in Hans
Christian Andersen’s fairy tale, called a turkey egg, incapable of swimming.
And
when he or she considers the job well done, it can be time once again to set
that wrinkly turd aside for a while and then look at it with fresh eyes to see
again if the hair is more beautiful than the babe who bears it.
The
wise man knows, and listens to the hen, even through their own duckling scorn:
"You don't understand me,"
said the duckling.
"Well, if we don't, who would? [says the hen] Surely you don't think you are cleverer than
the cat and the old woman-to say nothing of myself. Don't be so conceited,
child. Just thank your Maker for all the kindness we have shown you. Didn't you
get into this snug room, and fall in with people who can tell you what's what?
But you are such a numbskull that it's no pleasure to have you around. Believe
me, I tell you this for your own good. I say unpleasant truths, but that's the
only way you can know who are your friends. Be sure now that you lay some eggs.
See to it that you learn to purr or to make sparks."
The hen offers a tough love, to be sure
– and the duckling tires of it. But when you are a writer, when you are a wise
writer who truly revises, it pays to have those friends who will tell you those
unpleasant truths. If you’re on the first draft, the third or fourth revision,
and are surrounded by people who say you are doing well, expand your circle of
friends. Find a few who will honestly tell you that what you’ve created needs
more work.
Because it does.
And that’s okay.
As I write Doleful Creatures, I recognize the
story’s beauty has evolved. It was an ugly duckling after the first draft. After
the tenth draft – though it had grown a bit and started to lose its turdiness
and grow into its beautiful hair by then. Now on revision fourteen, I begin to
see – begin, note – that had I settled for a job well done (and
self-publishing, electronic publishing, lets a job well done be nearly
instantly awarded) when if I worked harder, many ideas hidden and undiscovered
would come to light. And what a glorious light it is.
Poet Gregory Orr writes of
“process[ing] experience” as he writes. “I take what’s inside me – the raw,
chaotic material of feeling or memory – and translate it into words and then
shape those words into the rhythmical language we call a poem. This process
brings me a kind of wild joy. Before I was powerless and passive in the face of
my confusion; but now I am active: the powerful shaper of my experience.”
Note the words translate and shape.
That is what revision is. Drafting or writing is taking memory or imagination
and pressing it through a Play-Doh Fun Factory. Revision is taking the
resulting mess and making something of it. Revision allows our brains to look
at what exists and see what can be added to make it better – revision triggers
our brains into thinking of everything, not just what’s idling on the surface.
And maybe revision means killing
that initial vision. Or that beloved character. Or that tone. Or that narration
style, Or that scene.
Revision makes us wiser. And yes,
sometimes sadder.
But Meredith Wilson has an anthem
for revision:
I
flinch, I shy, when the lass with the delicate air goes by
I
smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in
Come the end of the month, it’ll be ten years I’ve worked at
the RWMC.
I’m not sure why that feels like an accomplishment. It’s
probably because it’s a nice, round number that looks good when you type it.
All that doesn’t matter. I’m just glad I’ve got a job that I
like and that pays the bills.
I have to admit part of why I like it is that it’s the
public sector. Well, a public/private hybrid. Nevertheless . . .
Not that this job hasn’t expected results. To the contrary –
it’s expected a lot of results. But different kind of results than what was
required of me in ten years of journalism. Churning out those results, I do NOT
miss.
(Also, I’m amazed at how much Ghostbusters sums up my
working life.)
So, what have I accomplished in the past ten years?
1.We moved from Sugar City to Ammon. Don’t know
what that proves, but as we’re still able to make a mortgage payment, that’s
got to count for something.
2.I earned a masters degree in English with an
emphasis in technical writing, and did not have to go into debt to do it.
3.Michelle earned that same degree, and we did not
have to go into debt to do it. And she got better grades than I did.
4.We both now teach part-time at BYU-Idaho, which
has helped fill in the cracks in our growing budgetary needs. Last year, I
earned $18,000 teaching, which is about the same amount I earned the first year
as a journalist.
5.We’ve got three kids who are semi-normal.
6.I’m actually writing and editing novels, rather
than just talking about doing so.
Overall, I’m seeing some improvement in the last ten years.
I don’t know how much of this would have occurred had I remained in journalism,
but I think I have an inkling:
There have been times, working in this industry, that I’ve
felt out of my league. But I also found ways I could contribute and help these
intelligent folks get the job done.
Life, as they say, is good. Here’s to another ten years.
This is the kind of stuff you learn when you’re writing a
fantasy novel about magpies.
First, people in England and Scotland are really, really
suspicious about them. Or at least those who are the type to get suspicious
over things.
When you see a magpie or magpies, better count the number –
and then recite the poem to see what the number of magpies foretells:
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a story that remains untold
Eight for heaven
Nine for Hell
And ten for the Devil’s own self.
(There seem to be several variations if Wikipedia is to be
believed; for my purposes, I think the one featured here is the most fitting.
And since I’m a fantasy author, I can pick the one that fits me best. Neener neener.)
(Peter Max-like art and British cultural rot* brings us this.
Eeeeouggghhhh.)
Which led me into this. More evidence that, culturally, the
1960s and 70s were NOT kind to ANYONE on the entire planet. (Also, bear in mind
this is a childrens’ program. But enough of that particular rabbit hole.)
Segue: Could I indeed write a science fiction novel set in
the 1970s in which aliens bent on destroying the planet arrive and are so
shocked and appalled by the poor taste of the 1970s that they leave without
destroying anything, figuring the whole planet is just going to rot away by
itself? Kind of taking the idea that Indian Love Call=Death to Martians from
Mars Attacks! but more better?
So. Lots of stuff to play around with here as I revise (yet
again) Doleful Creatures. Certainly, one for sorrow fits Jarrod, bereft and
alone, as he is through a good portion of the book. And if I’m remembering
right, he and Rebekah have six nestlings – bringing them, at least to heaven –
until things invariably go south and leave him in his sorrow.
And that seven line. Well, that’s something fun to play with
as well.
And the Devil’s Own Self – now there’s another fun nickname,
and a lot more fun to say than Holstein Pheasant. It’s got to be the one said
when the sayer really wants to be nasty, so I’m not going to overuse it.
And there’s also this: In a research abstract by Susan
Fitzpatrick and Peter Price in which they reveal their study that magpies tend
to pair up based on tail quality – those with prettier/longer/undamaged tails
tend to mate up, while those with scragglier tails tend to do the same. If I’m
reading their research properly, those with the most intact tails more
successfully mated as well.
And this is where the good writer decides to lay off research
for a while, lest the novel he’s working on descend into magpie ephemera.
Obviously, though, much more usable stuff in the former
(sans Peter Max) than the latter.
*Note to any Brits out there reading this. I KNOW the United
States has produced its own share of cultural rot on a truly massive scale. You
have to agree, though, that pound for pound, the rot you produce usually led to
the rot we produce. And your rote is specifically unique to your country. Just
see what British television has done to the novels of Terry Pratchett.
I have a beta reader for Doleful Creatures who has no idea
what she’s done.
When she finished reading the book, she said she wanted more
hope for Jarrod and Aloysius, my two main characters. And that the beginning
needed more of the “magic” of the ending.
So that’s what I’m doing.
And it’s doing wonders.
I hope I’m doing it with character – helping the reader to
get to know the characters better as the hope and the magic arrive. That’s my
goal, anyway. And it’s coming through simple means: Familial scenes, a tiny bit
of philosophy, and the introduction of at least one other character. Plus more
definition for what happened in the past, and how it’s driving the future –
bits that were missing through thirteen revisions of the novel.
I hope I’m doing what director Peter Weir says he did (and I
believe he accomplished it) when he was working on “The Truman Show”:
[The script by Andrew Nicol] was kind of perfect for what it
was, but it wasn’t right for me. It’s an odd thing, and the only time I’ve ever
had something that I did admire, but wanted to change, if I did it. And that
fundamentally came down to one major sticking point for me. For me, Andrew’s
draft was like a brilliant speculative science fiction. If I looked at it as a
movie, it had to be light where he had it dark. I wanted to make it real, not
science fiction. I wanted to make it just the near future, if you like, which
it turned out to be.
Not that Doleful Creatures is the near future – but it is an
alternative look at a philosophical reality. I hope by adding hope and magic
that I can bring that philosophical reality out of the fringe of the book and
to the fore.
Editing note: Editing today was hard. I had to cut about 300
words. They had to go. And it hurt to cut them because they were part of the
original novel. But they no longer fit. They had to go.
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