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Wednesday, December 05, 2012

NaNoWriMo 2012 wrap up


November is over, as you have undoubtedly heard by now. The fact that I'm here means that I survived it, so here's what happened to me during the 2012 National Novel Writing Month.
For the first time in the nine years that I've been doing this, I wrote every single day for at least three hours. In the past, I've always taken off Thanksgiving, but that's such a bad thing to do, because one little day away from the schedule leads to more days away from it. For me, this has not been about making my word count. I have that whole fifty thousand word thing down, I think. I'm not bragging, because we all know that quantity does not equal quality. My goal is to actually finish a story in 30 days, with the assumption that I will make my word count. In past years, I've written outlines, I've not written outlines, I've written character bios, I've not written character bios. You get the idea. What I did this year was write an outline that was broken down by days, well actually sessions, instead of by story. Some days had two subject areas, some days were the continuation of the previous day. This worked brilliantly for me. Mostly. There were a couple of days that the writing was just not flowing, even though I forced myself to remain at the task, and I got a day behind. I think I've stumbled on the trick for future NaNoWriMos.
I can't tell you if the book was good or bad. Seriously. I, somehow, managed to keep the internal editor off for the whole time I wrote, and he's still off because I'm still taking a break from novel writing. It turns out that it's much easier to write a complete rough draft if you are not spending the last ten or so of the 30 days second guessing everything you've written. I suspect I will be changing lots of things, especially since I haven't yet achieved a final draft for the manuscript that this year was a sequel to. The plan is to finish the current draft on book one, before starting the second draft on this book, so it will remain my Schrodinger book for a while. Until I read what I have written it will both be brilliant and shite.
Another first this November was getting up to write at 5 am on 29 out of the 30 days. Well, maybe 28. On the first, I started writing at midnight and wrote until I was too sleepy to keep going and then went down for a little nap and got up at five, at least that was the intention. I might not have. Let's say I did. On Thanksgiving, I definitely did not get up at five because I didn't set the alarm clock. The whole getting up early thing was brilliant and I am so glad it's over. It is much easier for me to get in that extra hour of writing on the top of the day instead of trying to make room for it at the bottom of the day.
Closely tied with my five am wake up calls, was a change in my radio listening habits. I only listened to NPR from five to six until the last five days when I listened from five until seven. Typically, I listen until 8:30 when I go on my walk. When I wasn't listening to the radio, I had prepared playlists for each of the narrators. They were somewhere between the music I thought the character would prefer to listen to and the music I liked that I thought best evoked the character. This is definitely a trick I will use in the future, with the exception of the classical music playlist. The classical music playlist was a fail, not because I don't like classical music, but because I hadn't listened to the music before. I checked out some from the library, put it on my iPod and let it rip. The music just distracted me. I know you must think that NPR would distract me, and it does at the beginning of the morning, but then I was still eating my breakfast. It's more of the hosts voices soothing me because they're familiar, not unlike favorite music.
I was the last person of those that I followed during the month to actually submit my words for an official count to be declared a winner. It seems to me that if your goal is tor write fifty thousand words, then as soon as you're done, sure, verify and win. But, if you're goal is to write a story, maybe not so much. Even if I had finished a day or two early, I would have gone back to some of the skimpy sections and added more.
I will do National Novel Writing Month next year. A friend and I had an exchange about doing NaNoWriMo and why we continue to do it, and I wrote that I will continue to do this crazy yearly writing rush until I am in a position where an editor has me writing something that keeps me from doing it. That seems a pretty fair trade-off.

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

The Thirteenth Tale


The Thirteenth Tale
by
Diane Setterfield

A young woman, Margaret Lea, the daughter of a bookshop owner, receives an interesting letter from a famous British writer, Vida Winter. The young woman is an amateur biographer, as she describes herself, "...a dilletante, a talented amateur". The writer is a famous recluse, but also recognized as Britain's greatest living author.
The two work out a deal for Lea to listen to Winter's tale and write it into a biography. The deal that Lea demands is that she be told the truth. Winter's deal is that she tell the story her way and not answer questions.
The story starts out with Winter recalling first her grandparent's life, then her parent's life as well as he rather wild and eccentric younger years with her twin sister. It is a story of mental illness as viewed by outsiders, and manipulation and sadism when viewed by insiders.
Lea takes a few days off to try and verify Winter's story. Lea travels first home and then to Winter's childhood home which had been badly burned and is waiting to be torn down so that a hotel could be built. Lea meets one fo the neighbors, whom she at first thinks is a ghost or another monster. He turns out to be an older man who runs his own catering business. The two strike up a new friendship over tea taken outside.
Eventually Winter reveals what she is going to of her story, but it is Lea's insights and discoveries that bring out the truth. Lea is able to unwind all of the mysteries before Winter succumbs to her illness. Based upon the discoveries she has made, Lea decides not to publish the biography she has written, but instead releases to the world the last story that Winter wrote - the so-called missing 13th tale, which Lea knows to be a version of Winter's own early childhood.
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What a splendid book. Or at least I think it is, I did not realize until the voice at the very end gave the credits that this was an abridged version. I try very hard to only listen to unabridged - and when I saw the entry for this item in the library's catalog, I assumed that the other library's would be as my own, where the thoughtful librarian only gets the unabridged audio versions. Alas, there may not be an unabridged version, but the story was still good, if not shorter.
Recently I have been reading a lot of fantasy and science fiction, and those are still my genres of choice. But, I have been feeling a bit boxed in - that this fantasy was too similar to that one, that this sci-fi was low on the sci and heavy on the melodrama. I decided to take a break from my genre pieces and so asked for recommendations. This book was the first of those, though I do have one fantasy book left to get through - book five of a five-part series (the last Percy Jackson book) - but I wanted to get started.
And what a start this book was. Writing a book about writer being interviewed by a biographer could have been all wonky or self-referential, but instead turned out to be a nice mystery to be solved by the biographer even as she saw the reflections of her own struggles and used what she saw as a catharsis to turn her life from one that she is not completely in control of into one which follows a path she is setting.
The nice thing about mysteries appearing in a non-genre piece is that they do not have to follow the genres rules. There were no cops, no private detectives, no one actively trying to solve a mystery, for only when the old woman reveals her story is there a mystery revealed. And the protagonist isn't trying to solve a mystery, even though she does, she is just trying to get as close as she can to the truth for her biography.
This book quite reminded me of "The Prestige" by Christopher Priest, not only by twins playing key roles, but by twins who had lost their sibling and felt their spirit. That seems quite an odd thing to be picked up by two novelists, both British, incidentally. Maybe there is some cultural phenomenon that I am not picking up on? Both books also have just a touch of the super-natural, but it's not in your face, it's the kind of thing that may be dismissed as the narrator's whimsey, and depending upon my mood will be taken either of the ways intended.