I’m currently editing/revising my first draft of last year’s NaNoWriMo. As any writer who has participated in this WordFest can tell you, spewing the words is one thing, making a meal out of word salad is another altogether.
Personally, my one bad habit is making everyone sound the same – like ME. This is a terrible habit, one you want to shed or change or eviscerate before your story reaches anyone else’s eyes. But, it’s a habit that makes sense. We write from our own experiences, viewing the world from our own lenses. It can’t be helped. My voice is opinionated, yet even, smart and sassy, but not necessarily mean. Unfortunately, human nature dictates that someone’s got to be the bad guy. Someone has to bear the burden of tragedy. Someone has to hide despicable secrets.
Three chapters in and I’ve noticed all of my characters are sounding alike. (They ARE sibs, but still… There’s a giant age gap between oldest and youngest, meaning these are different people by virtue of being in different generations.) I’ve decided it’s time to shake that baby up but good.
The second run-through in a NaNo project is for adding a bit more color, purpose, or to throw shade here and there. AND to get the first draft to the point to where it’s interesting and makes sense. I’m not there yet, because in the first pre-draft writing, I didn’t want to make the angry sib a complete asshole. (Because I’m writing as if looking in a mirror – I’m not a perfect person, I’m often harsh, but at the end of the day, I AM NOT a complete asshole.) After careful consideration, I’ve decided she’s the one who has too much baggage to unload. She’s the one with the unbreakable mean streak. She can’t be reasoned with – at least, not in this particular story. She’ll end up swimming in her bile while the other sibs find redemption or answers or closure.
It’s difficult for me to take on the persona of an unreachable, unchangeable person, one who is mean. Fortunately I have many models from Real Life to study and use as adaptations to my angry sib.
Plain Jane writing is like driving along the Redwood Forest (pictured above) at 60 mph without once getting out of the car. Yeah, they’re trees, yeah, they’re beautiful, yeah, they’re tall. Better writing is parking the car, taking a walk, and realizing that every tree, every path, every sky is different.
So now I’m off to take a walk in my head.
Happy writing~
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