I’ve reached critical mass, DEFCON 1, time to pull the holy shit handle…you know all of that.
My writing isn’t working and maybe it hasn’t been working for longer than I’m willing to admit.
The writing itself has been good, but the organization looks like my niece got ahold of crayons and paper.
Shit is all over the place!
I’ve always just written. No outline, rarely a beat sheet and it’s just not working.
I’ve rewritten whole books a couple of times because I was afraid of the outline monster.
I was worried I’d get bogged down in an outline, stop working, and just quit.
But I’m at the point of quitting right now. So why shouldn’t I take a chance on an outline?
I realized my first written draft is my outline, but a 86k+ outline is hardly workable.
It’s daunting as hell and it’s making me hate writing. I used to love sitting in the chair and creating.
Then I noticed a few things.
I was putting out a draft that had no cohesive theme or flow through, not until at least the third draft.
When my wife would ask me questions if flub through it.
The other night she asked what is motivating a certain character, I had no reply.
What the hell am I doing if I don’t know the damn motivation for what my character does?
I’ve only looked at the part where I’m sitting in the chair as the writing part. Not the thinking about the story, drawing maps or staring at screenshots which resembled the world I’d created, and definitely not an outline.
This changed over the weekend.
I thought about all the stories I’ve written. Shorts, novellas, novels and understood that whenever I’m thinking about, drawing about, or outlining, it’s still writing.
I have stories that felt too daunting to create because I didn’t understand their world and didn’t get it about the things I mentioned above.
Now as I hit the button, reset things, and journey into this new creative life, I feel blessed to have a wife who continues to stand by my side as I navigate these waters.
She’s my rock and she’s always there to tell me it’s okay. She makes sure I keep writing in whatever form it takes and I’m the luckiest man to have her.
Now on to the writing.