So here we are again.
There are a few things at the front of my brain meats that are pressing hard to get out. One, I’m about ready to roll on the first round of rewrites to my book. I was going to leave it for a while more–kind of let my brain juices recharge for another day or so–but I just read something that got me super amped to get going on it again.
See, I have been planning on going and seeing Marissa Meyer, author of the fairly new YA novel Cinder, when she comes to the Wheelock Library this weekend. When I first heard about it I was a little hesitant about going. The last reading/signing I went to was for a collection of short stories–a literary collection of short stories, mind you–and I felt like the only one in the joint who wasn’t huffing their own smug. But as Cinder is a YA novel, I think this might pull a crowd that’s more my speed. As the event is a few days away and I barely know anything about Ms. Meyer, I decided to Google her name and see what came up. I know from experience that Googling a name sometimes brings up all kinds of weird facts. For instance, when I Googled my name I not only found one of my stories online, I also found out that the mayor of Panama City, Florida is named Scott Clemons too. Good thing to know if I ever decide to run for office there.
Anyways, back to the point. What I found for Marissa Meyer was way more interesting than my name doppelganger in America’s wiener.
According to the Google machine, Marissa Meyer is from Tacoma.
Is that algebraic or what? A real-life New York Times bestseller, right here in my hometown. Maybe that doesn’t mean a lot to you, but when I find out about people from Tacoma doing big things it makes me wicked happy. So happy, in fact that I feel instantly motivated to start cracking on my own work and become a highly sought-after writer with legions of crazed fans (preferably not the Annie Wilkes kind, please). Seriously, famous Tacomans–Tacomites? Tacomanians?–get me motivated. It’s like every time I listen to Neko Case, or one of those other three people from Tacoma that did stuff. Okay, maybe there’s not that many people from around here that are doing things, but you get my meaning.
So it’s with all that in mind that I come to the next thing that’s itching in my mind. When I started my book I took a whole bunch of advice from a grip of different of websites on how one ought to write a book. Some people swear you ought never plot–Stephen King–while some people swear by plotting the whole thing–Ayn Rand. Me, I took a more plot-planning approach to the whole thing and came out with something I feel pretty good about. The thing is, now that the first draft is done I’m spending a bunch of time trying to figure out how I ought to start the revisions. Not to worry though. There are a gazillion people on the interwebs who have published their thoughts on the subject. (See antiquated meme: “Don’t worry, sir. I’m from the Internet.”)
The first author I am going to check out is Beth Revis, author of Across the Universe. ATU is a seriously dope book so I suggest you pick it up if you haven’t already. Beth’s website lists the methods she used for working through the revision process, and while some of them don’t feel like my style, a few really make sense to me. One of the things I can’t help but nod to is when she renames the “revision” process, the “rewriting” process. I can relate to that. Over this past month I’ve had a thousand ideas of things I want to chop. The thing is for everything I decide to cut something needs to be written in to make the story flow, and that means rewrite rewrite rewrite. On an unrelated note, when I wrote that I heard the fat guy from Total Recall yelling, “Rekall! Rekall! Rekall!” Anyone else have that experience?
Okay, that’s all I have in me for this post. If I spend too much time messing around with this blog I’ll eat up every minute I have to actually work on my book.
Actually, I do want to post one last thing. I’m usually opposed to quotes from famous dead people; especially the sort that try and make you feel uplifted but come off clichéd (exactly like this: Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things). Seriously? I feel like that should be on a decorative wall hanging. However, I am making an exception for this one because it brings the fire:
“Anyone who says he wants to be a writer and isn’t writing, doesn’t.”
Yep. That pretty much sums it up.