527 words–I did it!

Yeah!  I was tired, and thought that I’d throw in the towel after writing just a couple hundred words, but I kept saying to myself “come on, you can at least stay awake to write fifty more words–come on!” and it worked!  I met both goals today, and I feel that the story is progressing very nicely again!  A couple thousand pages and I’ll get to the really awesome part where Ian tries to go and rescue the captain–in the middle of the lands of the ancients!  I have some good ideas for what to have happen in the next chapter!  I’m excited!

I’ve also been reading more of that L’Engle quote book, and it’s really good!  I plan on dedicating at least a post to it.  She really treats writing as an art, and a spiritual one at that.  It’s very different from what I’m used to hearing nowadays from all of the writing and publishing podcasts that I listen to (I’ll have to do a post on that as well–sheesh, this blog might require as much or more writing than my actual stories!).  I’ve never heard of someone making so many connections between writing and spirituality.  It’s very compelling to me, actually.  I’m very interested in finishing reading this book.

Also, my friend Steve told me today that he needs to write more often.  He is a film major, and he’s written a few screenplays and won a few contests, but he usually gets pretty distracted when he goes to sit down and write.  He wants to write every night.  That works out really well, actually, because I don’t like writing in my apartment (too much noise), so I like to come over to his place to write!  And, er, there are just as many distractions there, but at least I can find a quiet place to sit down (it’s where I am now, actually).  So, I will be helping him out and we should be hanging out more often to write together!  Good times!

And I’ve got to publish this before my battery dies!  So here you go!

not too much

Tonight, it was late, and believe it or not I actually do value my sleep (not as much as other things, but I do value it nonetheless), so I didn’t write anything original today.  Instead, I went back about ten or fifteen pages back and did some light revision while reminding myself what’s going on so far.

It was actually quite good!  Helped to renew some excitement for me in the story, which was nice.  Good motivation for writing tomorrow.  And, day after tomorrow, there is a writing party over at Jakeson’s and Gamila’s (who actually live on the same block as me, I found)!  I am definitely looking forward to getting WAY ahead during that night!

Man, I suppose I’m either a wimp or just really busy with other things to only be doing 500 pages a day, and some days less than that!  I hope I can learn to balance writing with my career (not to mention career and writing with family!).  As it is, I can’t hardly balance anything.  Not the important things, anyways.  Temple, scriptures, friends, homework, tests, papers, readings, reading for recreation, vs. all the stupid things that can waste one’s time…shoot man!  It’s a hard, difficult battle!

And I really hope that writing is more than just a “good thing” on that list.  I really do.  If it’s just a “good thing,” then it means that I should cut it out of my life, because there are already so many “good things” that I could be doing that I don’t have time to do them all!  It would be a matter of cutting them to allow time for the “great things” and the “best things.”

But then again, I think it’s quite likely that writing fiction IS something more than a “good thing.” I’m reading this collection of quotes from Madeline L’Engle, the fantastic writer of children’s literature who wrote A Wrinkle In Time, the book that (believe it or not) hooked me onto Science Fiction and becoming a writer.  In this book, L’Engle talks about writing as something holy and sacred, about serving the story, and about how art and creative writing is a profoundly important and spiritual thing.  It’s quite interesting, because it’s very different from my current view of writing (which is basically “I want to write because it’s cool and there’s something compelling me to do it that I don’t understand”).  Very thought provoking, actually.  I really want to understand where she’s coming from and see it for myself.  It could really change the way that I approach all of this, in a very positive way.  I’ll have to blog about it once I’ve read the book.

And you know, this might be me going out on a limb, but if writing really is a way that I could profoundly shape the world for good (or the life of an individual, which really is the same thing ultimately) then it would make sense that Satan would want to put doubts into my mind about my writing and my stories and the possibility of getting published and all of those other problems.  If it has the potential to be that good on a spiritual level, then it makes sense that there would be so much opposition.  In which case the answer, of course, really is faith–stepping out into the unknown, trusting in something greater than yourself to show you the way and lend power to your writing that you yourself could not have put into it.  I believe quite firmly that all of this is possible–I just need to make the leap.  I’m still trying to control my own writing too much, and not focusing on the ultimate potential that lies beyond my limitations.  If it is true that there is a place for spiritual significance in writing, then I need to make space for God and enter with Him in a partnership to do this.

I honestly don’t know.  Until I sat down to write this, I didn’t know that I had these doubts–indeed, maybe they didn’t enter into me until I started to write this.  And I honestly don’t know what I’m saying or where I’m going with all this spiritual stuff.  It’s something I still need to think about.  But it really does seem like it’s something worth pondering and contemplating.  I feel that it has the power to profoundly and fundamentally change my approach to creative writing in general.  For that reason alone, it is worth focusing a fair measure of my attention.  I will definitely be doing this, because I have a lot of questions.

About 500 words and some frustrations

Man, I wrote about five hundred new words today, but I’m really dissatisfied with them. I wrote them late at night / early in the morning, so they aren’t all that coherent. Towards the end, I was practically asleep hitting random keys. My brain is like an old machine right now that you have to hit a couple of times to keep it running. It’s no good!

It seems that the only time I have for writing is late at night, when my writing sucks because I’m incoherent. Of course, if I were to get more homework done each night, I’d have that time between classes to write. That’s worked out really well when I’ve done it. I’ll have to arrange things so I can keep doing that.

Also, I’m kind of frustrated that I’m writing this novel in 500 word chunks. Sometimes, it seems that I lose sight of what’s been going on in the past 15 or so pages, and so when I sit down to write it’s like shooting from the him. If I read a little of the story first, it can help. But then, I really hate it how each time I write, I’m not sitting down to write out a scene, I’m sitting down to pop out a certain number of words. It’s like these scenes just don’t end! And they’re probably not that good because the way I’m writing them is too…chunky. I don’t know. I suppose I can go back and smooth them out (and that’s basically what I”ve been doing), but in the meantime, it’s like I don’t know what I’m doing. Adn =I’m getting very tired around now. Tiem to go to bed………………………………………

515 words and this last week of school is killing me

Yeah, I sat down tonight and wrote it out.  You know how you feel when you have an idea in your mind of what you want to happen on the next page, or you think of a good exchange of dialogue, and when you sit down to write it you forget it?  That was what tonight was like.  but it’s so late that I’m loosing coherence in my thoughts.  I figure if I just lay it down for now, I’ll pick it up later and do better at it.

Today was the really tough day.  I had a midterm, an Arabic quiz, and a Philosophy summary.  I think I aced the test!  But that ate up the morning (not to mention President Monson’s BYU address, which I thought was pretty good).  Then, Arabic was something to stress over, but it was fairly straightforward.  Then, this summary–which I’ve been wrestling with for a few hours.  Blech.  But at the end of it, I came to thin gthat Kierkegaard was a pretty cool guy. But man, I whish I could do these summaries faster!

I have a lot of things I’d like to blog on–for example:

The AML conference and why my friend Steve and I think that all literary types are perverts (well, maybe not ALL, but quite a few of them!)

Some cool exercises that we did at the AML conference, on conflict, setup, and other stuff.

A review of Mistborn (if I get around to it).

Some crazy thoughts about how you could think of writing and critiquing on different levels of analysis, kind of like you have your three (possibly four) levels of analysis in Political science.

Just some stuff exploring my characters a little more.  I really want to do this!  Maybe I could stage some kind of a mock interview on this blog, and explore each of them that way–write them up like guests on my show here, and just talk with them about stuff.

And now I”m losing my coherency. It is WAY past my bedtime. gnight!

Finished revision (for now), ready to plug ahead

Between classes, I finished the revisions that I wanted to make to that one section that I sent out for the last Quark meeting.  I rewrote a lot of it, and in the end, it came to about 1,000 words.  Excellent!  Now, to move the story forward.  Some really cool stuff is going to happen soon!

And I’ve got to go if I want to catch some lunch!  Sya!

A Rebuke from the Past

I’ve been reading through a lot of my old journals recently (and by old, I’m talking 1994-ish, back when I was in 3rd and 4th grade), and I’ve been learning a couple of surprising things! For one, I’ve learned that my writing style back then is about as grammatically correct as my blogging style on this blog (yeah, I’m pretty laid back when it comes to blogging). Another thing I’ve learned is that I use about as many YEAH!!!‘s and AWESOME!!!‘s now as I did then–possibly more, actually.

But the coolest stuff I’ve been learning has to do with my childhood ambition to become a fiction writer–an ambition that has probably been one of the few things about me that hasn’t changed much in the past fifteen years. By far, I wrote more on all the stories I was coming up with and how much I wanted to be a writer than anything else. And as I was reading them yesterday, I came across something that really shocked me. Here it is:

When I grow up I will be an author. And that is not just a dream that might happen. It WILL happen!!! And I might be an engineer, arcitect, paleontologist, or mabye mabey mabye maybe, just maybe, a movie maker. And when I retire, I might be a, a…I don’t know.

Wow. And just at a time when I’ve been wondering “is this something that I can REALLY do professionally/semi-professionally? Can I REALLY get published?” I think it’s pretty clear what my 4th grade self would say!

All of a sudden I had an image of my 10 year old self chasing me around with a whip. Don’t worry; if it takes you a moment to get back off of the floor from ROFLing, I don’t mind.

Also, yesterday, as I was in priesthood, my mind wandered and I started to ask myself these questions. The priesthood lesson was on marriage and all the usual things that go along with it–namely, how to provide for a family–and I started to wonder what it would be like if I made a portion of my income as a fiction writer. After all, that’s kind of what professional/semi-professional writers do.

And…it’s weird. For a second, I had this image of myself actually doing it. It wasn’t so much of an image, actually, as it was concept. Just…writing books and getting published. And doing that part time for work. It’s hard to describe how it made me feel, but it actually surprised me. It was…slightly scary, but exciting at the same time. The big thing, really, was how different it was from the current paradigm I have, where I see myself working as…I don’t know. To be honest, this was actually how my thought process went:

You know, for some people, family is all they care about. Like that guy I knew who worked receiving at the MTC. Work was just a job that he did when he wasn’t doing what he really wanted to do, which was to be with his family. There’s something stifling in that, but…not as stifling as I thought. I wonder if I could do something like that? Like, instead of choosing a vocation out of a passionate, all-consuming desire to do work in that vocation, focus instead on my family and have the vocation just be a means to an end. Hmmm, if I did that, I might actually have the time in my life to write. I might actually be able to be a semi-professional writer! Hey!

It didn’t last for very long, and I don’t think it was predicated by any divine revelation or anything, but it was a thought that really challenged my paradigm. Could I REALLY do this? Could I REALLY write fiction and get published professionally?

My friends seem to think that the answer is yes. Aneeka was telling me the other day that even if we get discouraged and give up now, we’ve got such a long life ahead of us that eventually, in one way or another, that writing bug is going to come back and bite us. She also said that the really stubborn writers tend to be less fragile than the other kinds–that we’ve got thicker skins, and that crushing disappointments don’t…crush us as much. I can see that.

If that’s all the case, then I think the only thing that can really stop us is 1) self-doubt, and 2) an inability to finish what you start. Apathy isn’t a threat, because the desire to write just isn’t going to leave us alone. I know it won’t leave me alone. If it’s been bugging me for the greater part of my lifetime, it’s not going to stop! And defeat isn’t going to be so bad, either, because the stubbornness will just kick in and keep us doing it–no matter how illogical or stupid it is. But self-doubt and fear could cripple me, if it got too bad. If I don’t really believe that I can get published, or that I can find success in this, then I’m going to lose a lot of motivation. And the inability to finish what you start is a HUGE thing. It’s what I’m currently wrestling with, with writing this novel. I have NEVER finished a novel–not even a rough draft! But if WHEN I do this, it will be a tremendous personal victory! And a sign that I won’t be stopped from my life-long desire to become a writer!

Just some more light revision

That’s all I did today.  But I’m keeping my goal of writing at least SOMETHING every day!

I got some good feedback at the last writing meeting on this one section, and it’s going to take a little time to make all the changes.  It’s important, too, because it affects the character and backstory of this devoted religious character named Saeed, who has an important part to play in the next scene I need to write.

Soon, Ian will be off into the lands of the ancients, to try to find the captain and the rest of the crew!  That’s when things start getting REALLY interesting!  And then, when he comes back, they get even better!  Jealousies, rivalries, prophecies, an ancient, lost civilization in the jungle, and all kinds of crazy goodness!  My character Ian is going to be so lost and confused when he gets back, it’s going to be AWESOME!

Thoughts on Dave Wolverton and the AML Convention

I apologize for the long post.  I had a great time at the AML conference (what little time I was able to spend there!) and here are my thoughts on Dave Wolverton’s speech. 

AML (Association for Mormon Letters) is this association for Mormon literary people (they have a blog here), and I don’t know a whole lot about it, except that a few of my English teachers were members of it.  They have a short story contest each year, and I submitted The Clearest Vision this year (and lost, unfortunately).  I somehow signed up for their email list, so I got this email from them a few weeks ago announcing the AML Writers’ Convention at SLCC today–with Dave Wolverton as the keynote speaker!  I was pretty stoked!  Dave Wolverton is a big name in Sci Fi / Fantasy (and he’s Mormon, too, just like Orson Scott Card and Tracy Hickman).

I went up with my friend Steve this morning and we had a really good time!  Dave Wolverton’s speech was really good and thought provoking!  He told a lot of personal stories, and some of them were really spiritual.  Also, when you see him speak, you realize that he’s just a regular guy, which is actually pretty cool.

He started out by speaking about how writers tend to be some of the most timid and self-conscious people around.  He told several stories to show how he was like this when he first started writing.  He was petrified that people would actually read the stuff he wrote, but then he had such a strong desire to write that he bought an $80 typewriter as a kid and hid it from his parents for a year while he churned out stories!

And it’s really true–writers are some of the most self-conscious, timid people around.  Sometimes I think that there’s something wrong with me, because I actually like to share my stories with people, rather than keep them private!  I really get a sense of this self-consciousness when I give criticism in the writing group–when the writer of the story gives me this look like a scared, cornered animal as I get ready to lay on the criticism, I get really worried that I’m going to do more harm that good.  But timidity really is the rule among aspiring writers.

Dave compared this fear with the fear of public speaking.  He said that the two are very similar, and that getting over the fear has almost nothing to do with writing itself.  Like how you get over your fear of public speaking by practicing it, you can alleviate self consciousness as you share your writing with others.  He said that creative writing classes are really good for this, and I also got the impression that writing groups (like ours!) can really help out a lot as well!  Yay for the Quark writing group!  He also said that success is really helpful for getting over this self-consciousness.  Over time, as your writing is well received by many people, you “grow a thick skin” to criticism.

He spoke a lot about his mission, and how that really helped him to get over both his fear of public speaking and his fear of sharing his writing with others.  I can definitely understand what he was talking about.  Before my mission, back when I first attempted to write a novel, I was so self conscious of my writing that I’d read what I’d written and just cry–I really didn’t want anyone to see it at all.  Now…well, it’s different.  MUCH different.  I WANT to share my writing with others.  I really don’t get upset with criticism, and sometimes I have a hard time being sensitive towards other people who do.

He then said some really interesting things about writing about what you believe in.  He told a story about how he was almost killed while working in a prison because he let a few black prisoners work with him in the kitchen.  He said it was a real turning point to him when he realized that he believed in equal rights so much that he was willing to stand up to these Aryan Brotherhood thugs and risk his life to let them know that he wasn’t going to back down on the issue.  He encouraged everyone to write with that kind of a belief in something.  It’s not that you approach a story dogmatically, or say “this is the lesson I want my readers to learn,” it’s that you write about a subject that you really believe in strongly.  If you’re doing this, then it will be impossible not to write something meaningful.

He then spent some time talking about how it can be really difficult finding a way to share the strong beliefs that come from your spirituality as a Latter-day Saint with a non-Mormon audience.  You can’t be explicit about it, because a lot of people really don’t want to hear it.  But you can’t just cut it out, either, because it’s what you really believe.  So how do you reconcile that?  He suggested writing on ethical issues or putting forward ethical characters, or finding small ways to express those strong beliefs, but he really wasn’t conclusive on it at all.  I think that ultimately that’s something that all of us are going to have to find out on our own–what works for us individually.

He then ended with some of the most interesting thoughts in the whole speech.  He went back to the fear and timidity that so many writers have, and suggested that the best way to overcome that is to displace your fear with hope.  He said that nothing destroys your writing like fear–that as long as you’re afraid, it will be difficult to write.  Successful writers are boundlessly hopeful–look for a hidden reservoir of hope.  Think to yourself–what if you got published?  What if you found success and things worked out?  We need to get to the point where we really don’t care about the fear, we’re so hopeful.

That really struck me!  It got me thinking about the writing group–how can I help my fellow budding and aspiring writers really have hope that they can succeed?  How can I give criticism in such a way that they really feel they can make their writing better–and find success because of it?  Honestly, I feel something of a sense of duty as the writing vp to help out the other guys in the club as much as I can.  I really want us all to have the hope that we can get published and succeed someday!  We really need to have this sense of hope in the writing group.

And this brings me to my last few thoughts–do I have this kind of hope myself?  When I sit down and write, what do I hope will ultimately become of it?  Do I actually believe that I CAN get published?  That what I’m writing can get published?

The first nine months after my mission, I attempted to write a novel and got 69,000 words into it before putting it on the shelf.  69,000 words.  Why did I do that?  I think I believed it could be published.  That was always a distant hope.  Do I believe it now?  I don’t know.  Do I believe that The Lost Colony could get accepted? I honestly don’t know.   But if I don’t have it now, I need to foster it now, as much as I can!

A couple of months ago, I doubted whether or not I could actually finish an original novel at this point in my life.  Now, I am determined and incredibly hopeful to have the rough draft finished by the end of Winter 2006!  I look back now, and I’m surprised that things have changed so much!  Right now, I feel doubtful as to whether or not any publishers will accept this beast.  Hopefully, in the future, this doubt will change to hope just as much as the last one did!

Some light revision

Didn’t write much today.  Just revised what I wrote yesterday a little bit.  I listened to some dark punk rock music to put me in the mood to write out this one really dark scene, and it worked pretty well–except that I was writing more out of my feelings than out of my rational thoughts.  As I was exercising today, the thought came to mind that one part would make better sense if I changed what was happening in that section.  Specifically, I’d left out some of the details of the physics of spaceflight, and how that would logically affect the characters in that scene.  Instead of having all the refugees huddled down in a storage room with big boxes everywhere, I had them all crammed into rooms with tight seats and harnesses to keep them from falling everywhere in the acceleration from Earth or the zero gravity of orbit.  Yeah.

Man, I am TIRED.  And tmorow is the AML convention…..must…sleep.

I…splurged today

Yeah, I did.  3,841 words over the past two days–but since I only wrote about 300 words yesterday, that means I did about 3,500 words today.  That brings the total word count of this novel up to 41,251 so far.  Holy. Cow.

It seems like whenever I write for only ten minutes, I find it really hard to write very much, since my mind isn’t really into the story, or I’m a little bit confused as to what’s happened in the last few pages, or maybe I’m just not all that motivated when I first sit down.  But once I reach a critical mass on the page, things just spill out like a flood.  After a while, I don’t even have much of a desire to do anything else.  I’ve just GOT to finish that one scene–and after it, another one–and then another–yeah, and it just keeps going.

It started yesterday, when I worked a little bit on that one scene that had got me excited a while before.  But I didn’t have much time to work on it, since I was on campus and had a couple of appointments to go to.  Man, I am CRAZY busy!  So then, all evening, I wanted to write, but instead I was responsible and worked on my homework.  Then, midnight came, and I gave a friend of mine a ride back from his girlfriend’s house (she lives a couple of miles away, south of campus, and hey, I feel bad that they always walk, so I give them rides.  Don’t worry, they’re not taking advantage of me at all, he helps out with gas all the time, and we’re actually good friends by now).  Then, I was hanging out with my Arab friends, and of course that takes time, but I was enjoying myself and it was good to see them, we ate at Betos and relaxed for a while), and then, when I got back, it was 1:30 am, and I was pretty tired.  Considering the fact that I needed to get up at about 7:15 am, I decided to go to bed without writing.

But really, in my heart of hearts, I just wanted to write in this novel of mine.

So then, today, all day I had this strong desire that hadn’t been satisfied the night before.  I took about an hour of free time in the morning and used it to write.  It was awesome!  So much fun!  I finished the one scene that was really exciting to me, then had a good idea for another scene to happen just before this one.  But…other duties called me elsewhere.  So then, I went and fulfilled that duty, came back, tried to do some homework…but just wasn’t all that motivated.  I accomplished a little, but not too much.  Went to lunch, then classes, then took a nap in the aptly named wajibaat cave (the little room with the green couches in the HLRC–it’s kind of the Arabic student’s hangout place), then went to a computer and sat down…and wrote for two hours.

But then, just as I was REALLY getting into it…had to go again.  And again.  And after dinner, I TRIED to do my homework–I really did!–but man, it was hard to find the motivation.  I did some, accomplished a bit, procrastinated a bit, the usual, but then around midnight I gave into the temptation to write…and I finished this scene just a few minutes ago.  And MAN.  I am happy!

I feel bad that I’m falling behind a bit in doing my Arabic homework.  However, I don’t feel all that bad because I know that my language skills really are improving.  I can feel it.  So, really, even though I didn’t finish everything that I was supposed to do, I’m doing the stuff that counts.  And other than my Arabic class, I’m not all that worried.

Life is good, man!  And I freaking just wrote 3,500 words in a single night!  At this rate, the novel will be finished by winter break!  Man, I’ve got to slow down, otherwise I’ll have to start a new project for English 318!