As
part of my participation in My
500 words, I am posting what I write each day.
People ask writers where they
get their ideas, as if there’s some secret. Ideas are easy, it’s developing
them that can be hard work. But even that hard work is nothing compared to the
work required to create a first draft from that idea.
I’m planning on participating in National
Novel Writing Month this year. I’ve done it the past three years, the first
time I attempted it, my laptop crashed in the first week. I don’t know if I
would have completed it that year anyway, I didn’t have a plan. The next year I
was ready. I had another laptop and the determination to write every morning
and get my word count in before breakfast. That year’s novel ended up being 77
thousand words. The next year’s novel was 60 something, and much better.
For the two years I won, I
took the time to plan the novel. Doing any actual writing of the story is a
sin, but NaNoWriMo participants are encouraged to outline, which I did. I wrote
up character biographies, backstories, and even draw some diagrams and maps. I
wrote outlines of the stories so I listed each event that had to happen to
advance the plot to its conclusion. That skeletal structure helped me over the
month to write my novel. Having a good outline combined with getting up every
morning at 5ish allowed me to win the last two years.
My ideas for novels lurk in
the hidden corners of my mind. I eventually completed the story I failed to win
for NaNoWriMo my first year. I have always loved the Christmas song, Do You
Hear What I Hear? I imagined there was a story behind it and I managed to write
it. My next novel was based on a short story I had read years back. I was
reluctant at first, afraid I was copying the idea. But I only used the short
story as a prompt. I had my own notions of what I thought would happen. The
next year, however, my story was completely original.
I had wanted to write a
space-western, that much I knew. One day, out in the city of Desert Hot
Springs, I stopped at a restaurant called Sidewinder. The ideas in my head
began to suddenly join up. What if there had been a war in space, and some
traitor, like America’s Benedict Arnold, betrayed his side and caused the war
to be a truce, rather than a win? Where would this traitor go? And what if he
had turned over a state-of-the-art spaceship that was called a Sidewinder?
Before that November I drove
out to the desert and camped alone, two hours from even a finished road, miles
away from any other living soul. I wrote up outlines of the story that day, and
on the long drive back, brainstormed more. I stopped at Sidewinder in Desert
Hot Springs on the way home.
I had success last year,
finishing Sidewinder a day before the month’s end. Months later, I wrote a
second draft, then I spent another few months editing the hardcopy. The spiral
bound manuscript is next to my now. My plan is to start the next draft in December
and be done with it before March.
But for now, Sidewinder sits on
the back burner. November is just over two weeks away and I have a new novel to
write. Tomorrow I will talk about how the idea for that came about. It started on
afternoon while I was lying on my back with my daughter and we looked at the clouds.
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