Okay, one week down and no, I have not written every day. I have jotted, scribbled, and otherwise noted down, but I have not written. This week has been the same routine Monday through Sunday: wake up early before my wife, enjoy a quiet cup of coffee while perusing book related websites, write down ideas and questions concerning the Book (and the three books after it – a nasty habit I have of getting ahead of myself), start work, end work, sleep, repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
It’s a good life in that I have a home, food, and steady employment. It’s a bad life in that I am not living the way I want to live and I am turning selfish, irritable, and resentful. The people around me do not deserve this. This is why the journey is imperative.
I can’t stay here safe and warm and miserable. It’s time to go. It’s time to do the big, scary things I don’t want to do and do them the only way I can – alone.
On the positive side, I learned this week that I have not adequately prepared the map for my trip. My outline for the Book is vague and unfinished. I simply do not know enough about the characters or the storyline. Ken Follett said he prepares a thirty to forty page outline before he writes. He shares this for feedback and then does two more drafts. Of the outline. And this after the research. I need to do this for my story because I know it is the kind of story that needs to be paced correctly with at least a basic idea of how everyone gets to the end. I was hesitant about this before but the way Follett described the outline and how he uses it convinced me that it need not be another tool of over-thinking and procrastination. It is a tool with a specific use. It is a skeleton supporting the life and movement of the writing.
(A word here about genre writers versus real writers. I think genres are useful for publishers, editors, marketers, and booksellers. I think genres are useless and misleading for writers, readers, and critics. I love Follett’s writing. He is a master storyteller who can write a “thriller” or a “literary fiction novel” just as easily – “one day I make a table, one day I make a chair,” as Ian M. Banks said. After the last Follett book I read, I read a collection of short stories by Andre Dubus. I was blown away by the Follett in a different way from the Dubus book, but I was still blown away. They are both master storytellers. When I go to the library this afternoon, I plan on picking up Virginia Woolf, Steve Helprin, William Maxwell, and Jim Butcher. Conclusion: to Hell with genres.)
Today is more work at the day job. I will try to be grateful for what I have and do the best I can. I desperately want to pick up my notebook and flee, but I have responsibilities. Also, constantly suppressing the urge to run away is a hard and unnecessarily stressful way to approach life.
I learned something this week and that is a victory. The outline idea has given me some energy and drive. I know now what the next step is. The map is becoming clearer and it is time to get moving.
My love, I do this for me, for you, and for us.