Most authors will
tell you no two books are written the same way. While there are always many
similarities, process evolves as the author matures, more or less time is
available, and deadlines approach. I’m a big believer that continued success at
anything depends on a well-defined, well-conceived, and repeatable process, so
I’m always looking for ways to refine mine.
Last week I
finished the final draft of the seventh Penns River novel. (More on that “final
draft” business later.) I’ve learned a lot.
Scrivener is a big
help. I use little of its functionality, but its assistance with notetaking and
outline maintenance is a huge timesaver.
An experiment from
the previous book—retyping the first draft instead of editing it—works well.
It’s far easier to leave your darlings along the side of the road than it is to
kill them.
I’ve always
printed out a draft and read it aloud as part of the process. My vision issues
make that more of a challenge, so having Word read chapters aloud while I
follow along allows me to focus on listening, which catches a lot of things I
might otherwise have missed. I still “proofread” each chapter aloud for The
Beloved Spouse™ as the final check.
If a sentence or
paragraph isn’t working no matter what I try, maybe it doesn’t belong. I cut
it, let Word read the surrounding text again, and see if I miss it.
Now that I’m
retired and my schedule is much more fluid, I’ve learned I don’t need a routine
to write effectively. I sit down when I have time, or when I feel like it, and
I write. No need to ease into it. My subconscious is always working on the
work(s) in progress; tapping into that shouldn’t require a lot of effort. I
rest transparently for a bit if need be. I think watching Jonathan Mayberry grab
bits of writing time at a C3 conference implanted the idea without me realizing
it at the time. This also makes it a lot easier for me to have concurrent
ongoing projects.
Last but not
least, I keep my mind open for ways to improve. Three-quarters of the way
through what I fully intended to be the final draft, I began a re-read of James
Ellroy’s Blood’s a Rover. Just a few nights’ reading convinced me my
narrative and descriptions were too wordy. I’m not talking about trimming
things to Ellroy’s level of staccato, but dialog is my strength, so I need to
get to the next bit quick as I can. In my universe, narrative’s job is to move
the story, not paint beautiful sentences. Readers can’t envision exactly what I
see in my head, so I only need to give them enough to paint their own pictures;
everything else is superfluous. More detailed descriptions are useful to me in
early drafts, but the reader has little or no use for them.
So it wasn’t the
final draft after all. I’ll leave it sit a few weeks while I do a read-through
of the Western, then take a vacation. When I get back I’ll do what I’m
referring to as the Ellroy Draft, then it will be done.
I hope. I have
lots of other stuff I want to get to.
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