
Okay.
I know I have talent, but I'm for sure also wielding my perseverance
(although I hope not in a bludgeon-esque manner).

Okay.
I know I have talent, but I'm for sure also wielding my perseverance
(although I hope not in a bludgeon-esque manner).
Creative writing is a harrowing business, a terrifying commitment
to an absolute. This is it, the writer must say to himself, and I must
stand or fall upon what I have put down. The degree of self-exposure
is crucifying. And doubt is a constant companion. What if I am not as
good as I thought? is a question that always nags, and can cripple.
~ Walter Kerr
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Today I’m struggling to stand upon the words I’ve put down.
Begone, doubt!
I'm working with a premise I think is timely and thought-provoking
but cannot seem to wrap my head around the story's tone.
I'm on the second draft and have written and rewritten
the first two chapters a whole bunch of times,
each version feeling incrementally closer to
what the story needs yet not close enough for that Aha moment.
Part of the problem is I'm used to writing funny
and this premise doesn't easily lend itself to humor
although it could probably be done; I'm just not sure I want that tone.
Another issue is maybe this story would be better told
as a young adult novel rather than middle-grade.
So.
I've already switched from first-person to third
and now I'm thinking maybe go full-blown creepy dystoptian YA
rather than slightly funny middle-grade.
Sigh.
I need to focus, dammit.
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Because I spent MANY hours in pool halls, I'm channeling my inner shark
in hopes of zeroing in in on what needs to be done.
However, if anyone has sage advice on how to successfully wrangle a story idea,
I'm happy to put down the cue and listen.
They have a teammate who started the season training with the sprinters.
One evening Zebu told me this kid (I’ll call him Whiz), accidentally missed the turnoff
for the sprinters during that day’s practice and instead ran the distance practice (4-5 miles).
With awe in his voice, Zebu said, "He kept up the whole way."
A couple weeks ago, the coach needed to fill some slots because of injuries and
put Whiz into an 800 meter race (two laps around the track which equals one half-mile).
Whiz won his heat.
A few days later, Whiz was on the 4 X 800 relay (each runner does two laps and
Sometimes I wish I was in a band
so I’d have someone right there with me,
sharing the sweat and inspiration.
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The ups and downs.
Complete with power chords and jarring chords,
and finally, that elusive record deal.
But I guess this community comes pretty close.
So, who’s got tambourine?
I had the great good fortune of receiving a free manuscript evaluation and critique
from Sacha Whalen via the Blue Boards.
It was fast and comprehensive.
Sacha had much good to say about BIRD BRAIN,
but pointed out (among many other things), that
the opening chapters could be stronger.
She even gave me an excellent suggestion on how to do that,
a way to raise the stakes throughout the story.
So here I go again.
I’m mostly excited, but also a little bit scared.
I’m ready to wade back in there
and begin reshaping BIRD BRAIN’s opening chapters.
And then complete another (final?) round of revisions.
I’m equal parts anticipation and dread.
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Cue whatever music it is I need to hear right now . . .