Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sixteen more chapters
On the way there. everything was beautiful. I stopped and snapped this picture somewhere in the outskirts of Chicago on the way there. But the drive back was agony. Man was never intended to spend that much time on the road. Truckers must be mad. By the time I hit Cleveland on the way back, I was literally hallucinating. (Well, I think I was stoned as well, and headed west for two hours out of Cleveland instead of going east, so that might have added to the pain of the trip)
The later chapters of the WIP are similar in some ways. I've become so sick of the journey that I simply want tot get it over with and therefore I think I have become somewhat reckless. Fortunately, those 16 chapters have the tightest outline, and have the most pre-written passages of the MS with the exception of a chapter here and there early on. I need to be vigilant not to speed through these so fast that I screw them up.
There's the tug of putting the work out there, yanking me by the ear. The need to get feedback on the thing. The need to have the ego stroked. It's so prevalent in writers, that critique circle decided to put a feature on their forums whereby you can applaud someones forum post. Just a little dash of encouragement. Wow, what a great post, you must be a great writer, the author believes that the one who praises is thinking. No, it's not worth putting it out there now, not before it's ready. The only critics that count are the ones who are willing to part with cash to read it.
Sixteen more chapters, a bit of polishing, and I'll be ready to face the real critics.
There's a strange effect the exhaustion that comes with working on something this long brings. You look back and you see the improvements in your vocabulary, in how you are able to express yourself, in your depth of knowledge for having researched all sorts of things you would otherwise have never taken an interest in while you sat there watching football, or soccer. You gain an appreciation for the very act of writing, and realize that you've succeeded regardless of whether or not the critics like the result. Obviously, the joy of said reward is far better if your work is appreciated, but failure in that respect isn't nearly as dark as it it seemed it would be years ago, when this thing was growing wings.