It’s been a while since I’ve written a personal post on here, hasn’t it?
I recently started practicing yoga again. And by practicing I mean going to the studio as much as possible. It’s been a huge change in my life but it’s become very necessary. The most interesting part is that it has transformed the way I think about writing.
I practice yoga. I practice writing. I practice reading, even.
The same way that I am building my strength and flexibility and peace bit by bit, day by day — that’s how I am building my writing. And obviously because I go to yoga practice so much now I have less time to write, but in a way that is teaching me patience. I can’t abandon all else for the sake of my writing. Maintaining a healthy body and mind is just as—if not more—important. It’s easy for me to forget that.
I’m doing Camp NaNoWriMo again this month. Why is it that Camp NaNoWriMo is always so much quieter, and never as exciting as NaNoWriMo in November? I set a goal of 75,000 words this time. In November I passed 87,000, but this month it feels like I’ll have to fight to even hit 70,000. We’ll see what happens.
I’m on the eleventh draft of this novel. It has changed so much with every rewrite. Being able to look back and see all those different iterations is reassuring and encouraging. And yet this latest draft is still as terrifying and agonizing as anything ever is. At least I can hold onto the certainty that that anxiety will never go away? Ha.
Seven drafts ago I converted the entire story to first person, and today I texted my mentor to tell him I’m thinking about converting it back to third person and does that sound insane? He said no, it didn’t sound crazy at all. I knew it didn’t really sound insane; perhaps only insane in the thought of the number of words and pages there are to be changed and completely rewritten. But I asked him anyway, because I needed him to say it.
What would we writers do without our mentors, our cheerleaders?
We have to practice being brave, but sometimes we need the help.
Practice, practice, practice.
One of my favorite Yeats quotes, in honor of Saint Patrick’s Day:
“Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.”
― W.B. Yeats
Dear Writing Teacher,
I am a published fiction writer who is about to start writing a new novel. You would think, since I’ve already done this before, that I knew what I was doing. But I don’t. I am lost. Where do I start? What do I need to know about my story and my characters before I begin? What should I just figure out as I go? Suddenly, the idea of writing that first draft seems impossible, and I am terrified.
I’d greatly appreciate any guidance you could offer me!
Sincerely,
Facing the Blank Page