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How I Tricked Myself Into Writing a Novel

Writing in a room of my own on Chesterman Beach.

For most of my life I’ve wanted to write Something Grand: something with an impressive word count. A novel. Ideally a well-written, enjoyable-to-read novel that would sell a million copies, get five stars on GoodReads and qualify me as the Great Canadian Writer of my generation.

Yet, despite collecting shelves of dusty, half-filled notebooks, despite a degree in English literature and creative writing, despite investing in some very beautiful ink pens, I could never write more than 4,000 words per project.

I just didn’t have a Story to tell.

But then some wise people in my life said some wise things, and I read some helpful phrases in the (many, many) writing books I’d collected, and magic happened: I wrote a 92,384-word story.

For those of you who feel that same LONGING to create a Grand Something, here is how I tricked myself into writing a novel. Maybe these tricks will help you too:

Step 1: Find your story

Write What You Read

In early 2017, after decades of me angst-ing about NOT yet writing a novel and thereby fulfilling My Writerly Destiny, my mom pointed out I only read mystery books; the only Netflix shows I watch are mystery series.

MOM: “Why don’t you try writing a mystery?”

Her suggestion reminded me of two quotes I’d scribbled down:

“If we didn’t have to worry about being published and being judged, how many more of us might write a novel just for the joy of making one?”

– Julia Cameron, The Right to Write

“If you find a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”

– Toni Morrison, from her speech at a meeting of the Ohio Arts Council

I was inspired, so I began contemplating murders.

I’ve always rolled my eyes at mysteries where the murderer, once exposed, is revealed as insane: I wanted a murder that was justified. A murderer with whom we could empathize. A logical, necessary death.

Eventually, I imagined a murder scenario that made sense to me, with characters and motives and subplots and themes I was excited to explore. I wanted to write a murder mystery set in the farmers’ market world, which I knew very well, and was excited to expose the “seedy underbelly” of market politics, the contrast between the customers’ wholesome market experience and the farmers’ harried reality.

Finding Myself as a Genre Writer

One of the reasons I’d struggled so much to write a Grand Something in my twenties was because I thought only “literary fiction” was real literature. It was Art, while genre fiction (mysteries, westerns, fantasy, thrillers, romance) was for the less-discerning masses.

At university, we didn’t read or talk about genre fiction unless a (misguided, determined) student submitted those stories to a workshop, or a (rebel) professor (e.g. W.D. Valgardson) added those books to our course reading list (e.g. First Blood).

It was a big step for me to “come out” and accept myself as a mystery writer. Even now I wince and avoid mentioning my chosen genre in conversations, because I carry the shame from my post-secondary days.

Which is just silly.

Step 2: Flesh it out

So: finally I had a story to tell, in a genre I’d been reading (researching!) since my Encyclopedia Brown, Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew adolescence.

Here is a magical thing about genre fiction: there is an inherent structure to follow. If I wanted a murder to take place, I would need to set the scene, cause the death, show the discovery of the body, show the subsequent investigation, drop in some clues, include some “red herrings” (false clues), kill another character to muddy the waters, create a dramatic crisis, and give a conclusion where Everything Is Revealed. I charted these scenes out using post-it notes on poster board and finally felt confident that I had a big enough story to fill a novel.

This reminded me of another bit o’ wisdom I’d read:

“Writing is about getting something down, not about thinking something up.”

– Julia Cameron, The Right to Write

All I had to do was write out the scenes of my story. That didn’t seem too hard.

Step 3: Write the first draft

This confidence nosedived when I learned: a modern murder mystery novel needs to be around 92,000 words, to make a traditional publisher happy. I had never written that many words for a single project before. Once again, I was intimidated and overwhelmed by the sheer number of words.

I shared my fears with Brock, and he did the math:

92,000 words divided by 365 days = 252 words per day.

BROCK: “Can you write 252 words a day for a year?”

ME: “Yes. Easily.”

And so I began to write. I made myself write at least 252 words every day: I wouldn’t let myself go to bed until I met my daily quota. Often, I wrote more. And I found that, if I got my required words written first thing in the morning, I felt calm and fulfilled for the rest of the day.

I coasted along to the 45,000 word mark, loving the writing process. (Mmmm first draft bliss.)

Life vs. Art

When Brock’s cancer progressed to the point where he needed more of my time and attention, I took a break from the book. It was a conscious decision: I knew the story would be waiting for me when I was ready and able to go back to work. I knew I had limited time left with my sweetie.

That break continued through Brock’s death, the next few months of packing and preparing for our planned move, the move itself, and then the Christmas holidays.

“I Need Help.”

By January 2018, I was ready to finish the second half of my manuscript. But I needed help. I needed someone to push me and check in with me, as Brock had done. So I signed up for OneRoom, an online coaching program.

I told my novel-writing coach, Erica Wright, that my goal was to submit my manuscript to three competitions in the fall. She worked backward, did the math, and announced I needed to write 1,000 words a week, with a first draft deadline of July.

FIRST GUT RESPONSE: “YIKES!”

SECOND GUT RESPONSE: “Hell yes.”

I was now motivated to keep writing, and devised a plan to make that possible. Whenever my four-year-old son was in preschool, I would drive to the nearest cafe and write the entire time.

I LOVE the word count pie chart feature in Scrivener.

I used a writing program called Scrivener to manage my increasingly bulky manuscript: the program tracked my word count progress with a delightful pie chart. Having this visual representation of my progress kept me motivated and gave me milestones to celebrate.

I completed my first full draft a little after my deadline, and submitted it to the three writing contests.

Step 4: Revise & polish

The next challenge — and one I’m still facing daily — is tweaking and revising my first draft to make it a strong, readable, polished final version.

My 92,000ish-word first draft was massive. I found it overwhelming to work with and didn’t know where to start with the revision stage.

I deflected this challenge by sending it to other writers for their input. The first chapter went to a reader via Sisters in Crime‘s Mystery Agent service. I emailed the full draft to three different readers. One was Erica, whom I paid to give me detailed comments and suggestions for improvement.

While I waited for these “beta readers'” feedback, I tried to make my 300+ page manuscript more manageable. I summarized the scenes on pieces of paper and glued them in order into a scrapbook. I made big-picture notes to move scene #4, delete scene #13, rewrite scene #32, etc. When my readers’ comments came back, I made notes on or under each scene.

Now all I have to do is refer to my scrapbook as I progress through the book, incorporating the edits scene by scene.

Staying Motivated

In April, during my rewriting stage, I learned the first draft of my novel had made the shortlist for the Crime Writers of Canada’s Unhanged Arthur Ellis Award: my mystery manuscript is one of the five best unpublished mysteries by a first-time author in Canada.

This was fantastic, mind-exploding news … and completely demotivating. Why should I struggle to polish my book if it was already good enough for publication?

Luckily, I didn’t win the award. Now I’m driven to make my story the best it can be.

While I’m still not done the second draft of my book, I know I’ll finish it this summer, and am motivated by my next goal: submitting it to my list of dream agents and publishers, with a lovely “Arthur Ellis Award shortlist” credential on my cover letter.

In other words …

If you dream of writing a novel or a Grand Something, perhaps these lessons I’ve learned will help you too. In short:

  1. Know Thyself. I needed concrete goals, deadlines, some sort of coach, and milestone rewards. I needed to plot my story out in advance, while other writers (“pantsers”) prefer to create as they go. What approach works best for you? What carrots and sticks do you need?
  2. Inspire the Rider; Clear the Path for the Elephant. It’s great that you WANT to write down your story, but you need to clear the path for yourself too: arrange child care, make a writing space, schedule writing time on your calendar, or do whatever you have to do to make it POSSIBLE to write. (For more on the Rider/Elephant analogy, read Switch, by Chip & Dan Heath.)
  3. Let Yourself Be a Writer. Indulge those stationary fetishes, invest in writer-friendly software like Scrivener, and read inspirational writer books like The Right to Write.

Just write, dammit

Once we find our story, make the time to write, and actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard), there is often a moment of self-doubt.

SELF: “What if this is shit?”

Here’s one last bite of wisdom that helped me through that anxiety:

“OK, Universe. You take care of the quality. I’ll take care of the quantity.”

– Julia Cameron, The Right to Write

Take a breath. Remember your story. Write it down.

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In Defence of New Years’ Resolutions

In August, when Brock was very weak and dependent on an oxygen tank, I went for a run around the neighbourhood.

I’m not a “runner” and therefore this was miraculous. But I was getting rather cabin-fevery, being home all the time, and I needed the fresh air and exercise.

Within a block, I realized (my lungs burning) that I was doing something that Brock — once a track and field star — was no longer able to do. He couldn’t run, and he would never be able to run again. I had a little epiphany about how symbolically powerful the annual Terry Fox Run is, ditto the Run for the Cure: people are running, are being healthy and physically able, in defiance of cancer. Take that, cancer: see what we can do. This thought fuelled me to run almost the whole distance, which I never thought possible given how out of shape I am.

Also

Today, I inherited an incredible collection of spinning and weaving equipment and materials from a family friend. It had belonged to his wife, who passed away this year. She was too young to die: she did not deserve to die. I went through the collection today, and fell in love with her. I never met Val, but she was obviously someone with a strong aesthetic sense: she had gorgeous wooden spindles, and the softest wool rovings. She experimented with using plants from her garden to dye wool, and her notes are detailed and enthusiastic. I would have loved to be her friend. I am sad for her husband and family, to have lost her too soon, but I am also selfishly sad, that I never got to meet her or sit and spin with her.

In Summation

I understand that making New Years’ resolutions sounds cliche and talk-show gimmicky, but here’s why I LOVE them:

The New Year is our annual wake-up call. It’s our chance to think about how we can do better, how we can live better. These wake-up calls come too infrequently. Annual self-reflection is insufficient.

Living with someone who was dying made me uber-sensitive to this opportunity we have, to change our lives frequently for the better. Most of us expect to live a long time, but so often we waste that time by settling into our safe routines.

If I knew I had only a year/month/week to live, I would spend it writing. What would you do?

Hopefully I have more than a year to live, but I see no reason to postpone doing what I want to do.

So my New Year’s resolution for 2018 is to focus on my writing. I’ve applied for an online coach with One Room, I’ll renew my Sisters in Crime and One Stop For Writers memberships, I’ll dive back into writing the last half of my murder mystery novel (“write the book you long to read!”), and I’ll submit that manuscript to the contests and grant program I’ve had on my “future rejections” to-do list since 2017. My reward for finishing my book will be attending the 2019 Malice Domestic conference, so I can shmooze with other mystery writers (and get free books). All of this is doable. It’s just a matter of deciding to do it now.

My happy place.

What Came First: the Stoic or the Stoicism?

My beloved life philosophy Stoicism advocates for frequent self-reflection. Just another reason why it’s great. Maybe you want to adopt a New Year’s resolution to read A Guide to the Good Life: The Ancient Art of Stoic Joy?

An Essay Should Have a Logical Flow

I suppose my running and inheritance stories didn’t naturally, logically flow into my Summation … they emotionally flowed, for me, and that was enough to justify this blog post. I don’t intend to say “live for those who died too soon!” In fact, both Brock and Val (from what I know of her) did an excellent job themselves of making the most of their time, and doing what they loved to do. They are role models for the rest of us.

The Big Question

So: what are your New Year’s resolutions?