Lost and Found in Writing

LOST

It’s always on the weekend when the panic strikes. A few self-induced deadlines I set in the days before loom over my shoulder, half-done or not done at all. I start eying up the clock, wondering how I can stretch out the day so that I can write something. Anything.

It happened as such last Saturday, but it wasn’t until after 10pm when I finally sat down with an open document. For almost an hour, my fingers clipped across the keyboard. I wrote with one eye open so as not to force it, cranked out “garbage” and then “decent” and – “finally!” – the good stuff. I was going to call it at 11:00. Then, seconds before I saved my work, I blinked. Maybe I shifted my weight.

Whatever, my hand hit a rogue key and the document vanished. All those words, all the good stuff, disappeared somewhere in cyberspace.

When it’s that late at night and an hour’s worth of writing flitters off into the vapors, all you can do is laugh. “Okay,” I said, to my muse or to the ghost who roams our house late at night or to whomever might have been listening. “I get the hint.” Maybe the words read well, but the timing was wrong. Could be, that I was writing too much drama (I’ve been known to be quite dramatic in first drafts). Either way, the message was clear: got to bed, sleep on it.

FOUND

I won’t lie, I half hoped I’d wake up the next morning with full memory of the prose I lost. While that didn’t happen, I did uncover a gold mine of ideas later in the day.

Digging into research for a historical novel I aim to write, I zipped through microfilms of a newspaper dated in the late 19th century. This was my first foray into the research (and my first microfilm experience since, say, 1989), so I read through the sheets aimlessly, not sure of what I needed. A few things jumped out at me, though, and soon enough, I discovered more than just details about a particular time and place.

  • Personals: The personals in 1885 read a lot different than they do now, with news like Edward Gaynor, Esq. is down again with his old dyspepsia. There’s no fear of his passing — he’s too ugly to die. While entertaining, what’s even more great about the personals is that they’re full of names. Great names for characters that are in line with the times. My pencil went crazy making lists.
  • News Summary: This section reads much like an early form of gossip magazines, and hints at domestic life and odd characters. A woman named Hattie Thorton sets fire to a hotel, “so she might have the chance to use the firescape.” And, a doctor, accused of attempting to poison his wife, “skipped out. The evidence was too direct and conclusive.” How’s that for prompting ideas that could add spice to your story?
  • Weather: The microfilms I searched were full of simple charts about temperatures an wind gales and brief accounts of unusual meteorological events during that time. I could probably find information on climate in other resources, but, because weather will likely play an important role in the story I want to write, reading about those events from the perspective of the people who lived through them is even more exciting.

Writing is often a give and take, depending on your perspective. What I’m reminded of, again and again, is that all I have to do is show up. Bad days turn to good days soon enough.

What do you think? Tell me about your week of great finds.

 

 

Found Artifacts

You know how meal time conversations go. The other day, we sat at the lunch table with my father-in-law. One minute we were talking olives, are you partial to green or black. The next minute, the topic switched to “Kansas City.” Then, “Hey. Who sang that song?” And, suddenly we were on a kick about one-hit wonders from the 1950’s.

In the discussion with my father-in-law about “Kansas City” being a Chuck Berry song or a Wilbert Harrison hit (Harrison, by the way. My father-in-law knows best), I said I had a whole box of 45’s somewhere in the house, would he like to hear a few? His eyes lit up, so I set off on a mad hunt, searching in almost every closet and both attic spaces (twice), and digging through two small trunks that my kids like to call “treasure chests.” Everything in those trunks is old (though the word itself is relative…I’m “old” to my kids). I couldn’t find the records that day, but in my obsessive rummaging, I uncovered some other interesting artifacts of note.

Evidence of rumor.

I’ve mentioned before that I was a Lions Club member, a experience worthy of a story in itself. I wasn’t a Lioness, crocheting doilies with the wives in the back room. Oh no. I sat at the table up front, with the graybeards who eyed me up and wondered, like me, how the heck this skinny girl got a plate?

My first collection of short stories.

Stories: About Love, Life, and Luscious Red Hair, Copyright 1986.

With riveting titles such as “Secrecy — Unknown” and “Brought together by Bon-Bons,” plus prose like “he dreams of the day when her braces are de-banded,” I can’t imagine why this collection never made it to the presses.

The first Valentine from the man who would become my husband.

A seven word flash narrative revealing conflict and plot, from the simple opening of “Hey” to the final line: I Love you!”

The 45’s that brought on this whole search and find experience.

Now, I’ve got a date with my father-in-law.

What have you got hiding in your attic or your secret treasure chest?

Conversation Starters

PERSONALITY TESTS

Photo credit: Crismatos on Flickr.com

A few weeks ago at work, I sat at a table with colleagues and took a test. You know the kind: answer A or B to question that really needs a C. I thought hard about the questions, which I wasn’t supposed to do but I couldn’t help doing. Really. It couldn’t be helped, not after I read the results. The test results translated into colors, and I discovered that I’m a-smack-dab-in-the-middle “Green” kind of girl. I’m a Thinker.

Slow.
Systematic.
All about the process.

No wonder I love writing so much.

The purpose of the workshop was to figure out where we all sit, color-wise, so that we may understand ourselves better and know best how to work with each other. Of course, that meant each color came with a script of advice. The advice for Green? Chill out.

That’s it.

Either I’m almost perfect, or I can be quite dramatic.

Did you ever take a personality test? Were your secrets revealed?

CAROL SHIELDS

Specifically, Carol Shields’ book, The Stone Diaries. I’m reading it right now, and after the first sentence, the first page, I wanted to turn to someone – anyone – and talk about it. Shields writes with an ebb and flow style and reveals characters in the details, in over-arching views, in the round. I searched for a quote that might illustrate what I mean, but I couldn’t find just one. And, that’s exactly the point: it’s impossible to single out one passage, because everything that came before it, and comes after it, cannot be ignored. This idea comes clear in the scene when Daisy rides on the train with her father, Cuyler Goodwill, to their new home – both of them feeling unsure about their future and about each other:

Dreaming her way backward in time, resurrecting images, the young girl realized, with wonder, that the absent are always present, that you don’t make them go away simply because you get on a train and head off in a particular direction. This observation kept her hopeful about the future with a parent she had never known, a parent who had surrendered her to the care of others when she was barely two months old.

Have you read The Stone Diaries? If not, you must. And when you do, we have to talk about it.

IT’S FREE

In a world where upcharges and surcharges sneak their way into everything, free hits the spot. For struggling writers, free is even more fun.

Every Monday, and in her monthly newsletter, Erika Dreifus posts links to or information about opportunities for writers where charges don’t apply: writing contests, calls for submissions, fellowships. They’re worth checking out, even if the opportunities don’t fit your needs, because you might know someone who would be interested. Good news is worth spreading.

Recently, I was also a winner for a free copy of her book, Quiet Americans, which was just named a 2012 Sophie Brody Medal Honor Title (American Library Association). Here’s the blurb:

A high-ranking Nazi’s wife and a Jewish doctor in prewar Berlin. A Jewish immigrant soldier and the German POWs he is assigned to supervise. A refugee returning to Europe for the first time just as terrorists massacre Israeli athletes at the 1972 Munich Olympics. A son of survivors and the family secrets modern technology may reveal. These are some of the characters and conflicts that emerge in Quiet Americans, in stories that reframe familiar questions about what is right and wrong, remembered and repressed, resolved and unending.

This is another book I can’t wait to break into.

What have you found for free lately?