It’s NaNoWriMo starting today – the marathon of National Novel Writing Month – and I can’t reasonably participate this year due to school. I’m sad about that, in spite of the fact that last year, my first NaNo, I felt half-crazy by the end of November from trying to churn out 2000 words per day. If I hadn’t gone back to college, the plan was that this year I’d write Book Two of the trilogy I drafted the first book of last NaNo, and next year I’d do Book Three.
As it is, I will go half-crazy by the end of November due to schoolwork combined with trying to make ends meet to pay my December rent and bills, so writing needs to be my pressure valve, not an additional stressor. I am writing, here and there, in bits and pieces, as I mentioned a few posts back. More, actually, than I was writing over the summer, when I was trying to figure everything out ahead of time instead of just writing what occurred to me and letting it take me on a tour to see if I wanted to buy the property and fix it up.
One of my favorite things about writing, I realized yesterday, is just finding a new voice, a tone that interests me. I love when I start writing something and it starts to sound like someone else, when it starts to evoke a feeling and a style and images that aren’t stated outright, but are clearly present. For me, that’s always been the point where I know I have a character I can work with, a setting I can stroll around in and watch the events of the plot unfold. If I feel like I’m tuning into a frequency that’s channeled through me, instead of like I’m forcing words to act like blocks I can build into something, then I feel at home in a story. I want to write more. I want to go there when I’m sad, when I’m frustrated, when I’m lonely, when I need to unwind, and, yes, when I want to celebrate, too.
And I don’t know exactly what gets me there. Partly, it’s just a matter of, as I said, giving the piece a chance. Starting to put it to paper, allowing it to stretch and breathe and move around without trying to shape it too much. Then starting to see potential, introducing new elements, or figuring out what causes and effects are playing around the moment. Once you start finding threads of cause and effect, if the voice has kicked in, you’re gold. You can play around and find what connects to what or whom, find infinite possibilities, and then start picking the best and most interesting ones to work with.
The worst mistake I think you can make on a rough draft that’s starting to have its fledgling voice, that’s starting to take off in this way, is to worry about the grammar. Grammar is for later. It is the killer of baby stories that can’t fly on their own yet. Nobody likes things that kill baby animals. If you find your inner grammarian slavering for a feast of sweet downy feathers of fledgling story, shush it and promise it that when that nest of darling possibilities grows up big and strong, it will make a much better meal. Then lock your inner grammarian in its kennel and go back to work. Let the voice be what it is, especially if you’re using first person or an intimate third person perspective. How much grammar needs to be fixed and how much is acceptably artistic choice for setting a tone is not something you need to work out on the first draft. In general, my advice for rough drafts is: Don’t complicate it. Don’t make anything harder on yourself than it needs to be. Have FUN with your first draft. Writing is fun. Editing is work (sometimes fun, sometimes not), but writing is fun.