May 21st, 2014


Noise in my Head

I have noise in my head. I think it is fair to say that my head is full of wonderfully creative, imaginative, and mischievous noise, but it is still noise. Writing, for me, is pulling coherence out of that noise. Creative writing is a premeditated act of will.

I wish that I could be a one draft writer. That would make my writing go so much faster. With short works, I can get there, but not with books. Even though I pull stories out of that noise kicking and screaming, because I'm not as good at stories as I am about making stuff up, enough noise still accumulates that my novels teeter between incoherence and banality on those first drafts. The text flow often jumps, and sometimes jumps badly, so much so that any reader, including myself, is challenged to figure out what in the world that I actually meant.

Drafts are all about hunting down and eliminating incoherence. I am literally making the text read smoothly as opposed to losing the reader at the next left turn that doesn't actually exist.

As I am an emergent writer, I also discover where I missed beats as I write. Sometimes these are simple things, like making sure that character do all their required actions, to major things, like realizing that I dropped a murder plot line. Noises exists in the plot just as surely as noise exists in the text.

After enough iterations, depending on which writing style and voice I've adopted, I'll have a novel. In my opinion, they are very nice. I am often surprised when I go back and reread what I've written. All that work pays off in satisfaction. 

Blog Rename

I've changed my blog's name. It felt like a good time to change it. The blog is now "Throwing Spaghetti at the Wall" in celebration of my learning curve. That wall might be made of teflon, but that's nothing that a drill and come chicken wire can't fix.

70s and 80s

I have vain hopes of talking about the 70's and 80's in the near future. I grew up in that time, yet I don't feel that I was totally part of that time. Much of it  has gone under the bridge, and it's going to take some work to dig it out. I also grew up with parents who weren't too into modern culture, and culture goes, and I myself was very antisocial and missed so much of the culture of my peers. Yet, I do endeavor to pull some of this out of my head and put it down.

In the end, I hope this exercise helps me in writing some period pieces. I'm sure that there's some good stuff there if I can only get to it.