Crossing the Finish Line



I did it. I accomplished my 25,000-word goal during July’s Camp NaNoWriMo. The novel isn’t done, but I am close to finishing it. Despite the many obstacles in my way and the days I wasn’t able to get even one word down, I did it. You have no idea how good it is to have won this challenge. Me. The girl who won NaNoWriMo two years in a row, but never ended up finishing those novels. The girl who is merely a thesis away from her Master’s degree. The girl who never finishes anything, always giving in to the inner critic, always putting obligations before passion. It helps that my husband has been incredibly supportive and takes this writing thing seriously.

Unlike the NaNoWriMo novels, I will finish this one. My Camp challenge has put me at the finish line and given me the confidence boost I need. And I will finish NaNoWriMo in November, when I begin work on my next novel. Just wait and see!



The Inevitability of Confidence and Doubt

Ever read a book and think, I can do this! I can write like this! (or if you’re feeling particularly arrogant, I can write better than this!)

Then read another book and think, Crap, I can’t do this! I’ll never be this good!

I am recently experiencing the latter, having just finished T. Torrest’s Remember Trilogy (Remember When 1, 2, and 3). I was initially intrigued by it because of its humorous references to the 90s. The female protagonist graduated in 1991, and I found myself dying with laughter at the relatable references. Part 1 takes place during her senior year, and I don’t think it’s giving anything away to say that at the end of the book, the class graduates. It killed me to read her description of having to say goodbye to everyone; it honestly felt like she had pulled those words out of my own shredded heart at the end of the summer after I graduated, when my friends and I parted. I could relate to so many of the insecurities in Layla, as well as the abandonment issues, and while I didn’t have a high school sweetheart who became a movie superstar, I still have fond memories–and regrets–about the loves I did experience. In the book, Layla describes it like this:

There was nothing like being a teenager in love. You never get to have that gooey, gaga craziness ever again.

She nailed it.

There’s a raw, painful, sweet, love story at the core of these books. The sucker I am for romance, I was sucked in. And as I work on my own romance novel, my first real one, I’m hearing that voice–the bitchy one with the nagging doubt–telling me I’ll never be this good. It’s an effort to remind myself that I’m only on the first draft, and yeah, big chunks of it do suck. But that’s what revision is for, right? To write is human, to edit is divine? But man, the way Torrest crafted her sentences had me agog to keep flipping the pages, despite it being 2 a.m. (e.g. “During late August in New York, the heat was practically a solid. A thick, squishy, gelatinous muck rising from the blacktop of the street and the grates in the sidewalk, only to be inhaled into its inhabitants’ tired lungs.” —Oh. My. Gosh. Talk about “show, don’t tell”!)

The thing is, I can read books by the greats, both classic and contemporary–King, Fitzgerald, Blume, Irving, et al–and not feel insecure. I’m not trying to write the Great American Novel, whatever that really is. I’m just writing something for others to enjoy, to share my passion, to leave something behind that my kids–and I–will be proud of. And because I just need to empty my brain of the stories that ping around in there. Imagination is a lonely thing if you don’t share it with others.

But when I read books like this, that achieve what I want to achieve, I can’t help but let that little critic take up space in my head. I have to refuse to let her stay too long, to get on with this business of writing my heart out, with confidence. Because confidence and doubt are the flip sides of the same coin. Some days you toss the coin in the air and it lands on the wrong side. You can either cry about it and let that stupid coin lay there forever, or you can pick it up and flip it over to the right side yourself. I’ve discovered that if I wait for someone else to flip it for me–to give my ego a boost–I may end up waiting a really long time.  I’ve let it lay there on the wrong side for too long too many times to count, and I’ve wasted precious YEARS because of it. Maybe my book won’t be as good as I think Torrest’s is, but that’s ok. It’ll be all mine. And that’s what matters.


First Drafts

Great analogy for writing first drafts, and apropros during my CampNaNoWriMo challenge:



Other appropriate quotes about first drafts:

“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft. I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right, you won’t have to die. The truth is that you will die anyway and that a lot of people who aren’t even looking at their feet are going to do a whole lot better than you, and have a lot more fun while they’re doing it.” —Anne Lamott

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open. Your stuff starts out being just for you, in other words, but then it goes out. Once you know what the story is and get it right — as right as you can, anyway — it belongs to anyone who wants to read it. Or criticize it.” ― Stephen King

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