At the top of my to-do list, an ever-evolving string of reminders and chores, is the directive “Write and write and write.” It’s always the first item, at the top of the morning, a small, nudging cheerleader telling me three years into doing this full-time that yes, writing is really what I’m supposed to be doing every day. Not in a half-baked, lazy way, either. Lots of it. No matter what.
I’ll tell you what’s daunting: sitting back from… Continue reading
Today I wrote the first draft of an awful scene. It’s scary and sad and troubling to me, and I hadn’t seen it coming, either. It evolved naturally in a new chain of events I was trying in Project Next, and then, bam, I had to be responsible to my characters and expand a full-blown, agonizing scene.
It’s hard to write about emotion and have it work on the page. It’s tempting to throw in tears, beating hearts, gulps, and sighs, but although those feel important and… Continue reading
When I was last in Minnesota, my brother invited me to help with hauling wood logs to cut and split for the fireplace. I was game. Four of us set out together on the job, and at one point, while my older brother manned the chain saw and my younger brother levered out nails with my husband, it fell to me to take a turn splitting logs.
I was not a natural with an axe. Secretly, I was concerned about chopping my foot off, but I was… Continue reading
For the past three weeks, I lived on Long Island at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory, where my husband was running a course. It was a writing retreat of sorts for me, with none of the usual interruptions of life at home, and long, solitary hours with my computer.
Food was available three times a day in the dining hall, so I had no groceries or dishes to consider. No cleaning was needed. No chores piled up. I felt very spoiled.
As I understand Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution, in nature, whatever can survive best in its environment will endure, allowing its offspring to evolve over generations. The theory covers lizards in the Galapagos, the prehensile nature of elephant trunks, and my own lack of a tail. I find the idea elegant and rather beautiful.
I’d like to propose the theory of Writing Darwinism, where the environment is the novel, and the characters and plot points that can survive generations of revisions must be able to evolve… Continue reading
A: Yes. Regularly. It isn’t simply that they make choices I didn’t see coming or say surprising things. There’s this play between what I consciously expect them to do when faced with a problem and what spontaneously happens once they’re in a scene. Sometimes they do what I expect, but their reasoning for it is more complicated than I thought. Sometimes they say what I expect, but it turns out to be a lie.
What I especially like is the… Continue reading