It’s occurred to me that it’s taken the act of writing the book and completing it in order for me to figure out what it really was about. Are a lot of books written this way? I spent last week house sitting for a friend, pouring through all 62k words of my current draft, making notes and charts all the way. This much has occurred to me:
- I need to write more chapters, including the perspectives of the other two prominent characters in the story.
- I have a long way to go.
Now that I have a more complete idea of what this story is about I can take steps to tell the story the best way it can be told. I’ve gotten a very clear glimpse of the humor, the tragedy, and the completely absurd things that happen in it. The first five chapters, the ones I had started the story with so long ago, now ring a little flat. I commented on the word use in a previous entry but this is not what I am referring to here.
My reading time has been spent juggling various books: Chabon’s Maps and Legends, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Jonathan Foer’s Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Each of these novels have given me different infusions of something I’ve nearly flogged dry from my work: description. Although focused on entirely different topics, the authors above use their description guns in their own way. Foer’s description is emotive and relentlessly mental, Stoker’s more stark and Victorian, while Chabon’s writes with a very vivid, imaginative, steady rhythm. They play their strengths to their own effects, never giving me the sensation that they don’t know what is driving them along. It makes me contemplate how I’m using description in my own work.
My whole story is drowning in objects and I’ve come to find laziest way to display anything to a reader is to list them. Needless to say I’ve spotted a lot of lists in this draft. It bleeds into even my descriptions of Scrap’s past:
Chet and Hali took great delight in telling him he used to cry all the time as a baby. His first words were, “It smells bad here.” These days he only complained of the same things his parents did: all kinds of cleaning liquids, flavored drain cleaner, little tubes of “underarm destructorodorants”, strawberry shampoos, coconut conditioners, anything overly minty, watermelon head and hand soaps, red pepper foot soaps, or disinfectant nail polish. Anything lemon-scented found a burial place far, far away from their home. He could smell none of these things coming from the pungent, wavy heat that drifted up from the opening, and none of the more deadly smells: the cold chill that ran along his throat when he smelled spilled chemicals or the mouth drying scent of rusted metal.
This technique is useful, but gets tedious. I like the description I use but the format that it’s given to the reader makes it a little hard to swallow. I’m not setting a proper rhythm for the reader to get through the scenery, instead dumping it all on their lap at once and making them to figure it out. This is not what I want to do. So I’ve made myself a goal of coming up with not only more interesting items of trash but also more creative ways to display the scenery to the reader without forcing it.
Starting work by Chabon has been a dowsing rod to me: his writing making me spot the staleness of my own writing. And it just gets more lifeless as it goes on. Near the end everything becomes very drab, the words themselves being about as direct as possible:
Scrap picked up his pace: Bottles, jars, containers, anything that could hold water. While picking up some thing plastic bottles Scrap saw the Prince and Ex spot something and shout at each other in excitement. Together they overturned a giant concave plastic shape. “Krazy Kool Kiddy Pool”, read the lettering inside it.
Another list, utterly dead. It’s a combination of the list problem from the paragraph presented earlier without the imaginative description: easier to read, more dull. I’ve given you the most basic account of the event with only a glimmer of humor at the end of the paragraph. This is not how I want this story to be told.
Discoveries like this make it hard for me to put a specific date on when this draft will be done and ready to go. When the subject comes up in conversation I’ve told others to expect a readable copy of it in two to three months. I’m hungry for a deadline, almost ready to pay a person to give one to me. But with how new this entire process is to me I don’t have the experience to really say.