{"id":6694,"date":"2010-02-02T15:17:36","date_gmt":"2010-02-02T20:17:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=6694"},"modified":"2010-02-02T15:17:36","modified_gmt":"2010-02-02T20:17:36","slug":"pushing-through","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2010\/02\/pushing-through\/","title":{"rendered":"Pushing Through"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 90%; line-height: 1.25em;\">[Looking back through this post, I see that I&#8217;ve used the word &#8220;you&#8221; a lot in passages manifestly instructional or outright didactic, especially the last section &#8212; as though barking orders at <\/em>you<em>, the reader. Not so: it&#8217;s just me, talking to myself.]\n<p><\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wanderingbert.com\/Images\/Images\/Illustration\/PushingThrough-Large.gif\" target=\"_blank\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" title=\"'Pushing Through' by David Creighton-Pester (click for original)\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/pushing_through_wanderingbert_sm.gif?resize=275%2C391&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"275\" height=\"391\" \/><\/a>Moonrat, God bless &#8216;er, <a title=\"Editorial Ass: 'New Year's Resolutions etc'\" href=\"http:\/\/editorialass.blogspot.com\/2010\/01\/new-years-resolutions-etc.html\" target=\"_blank\">last week<\/a> <a title=\"Editorial Ass: 'Write Your @ss Off Day'\" href=\"http:\/\/editorialass.blogspot.com\/2010\/01\/write-your-ss-off-day.html\" target=\"_blank\">resurrected<\/a> the Write Your A** Off idea <a title=\"Earlier RAMH post: 'Write Your A** Off'\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2009\/05\/write-your-a-off\/\" target=\"_blank\">I had last year<\/a>. (<a title=\"New York Writer's Coalition: 2009 Write Your A** Off day\" href=\"http:\/\/www.nywriterscoalition.org\/2009\/04\/the-4th-annual-write-a-thon-is-right-around-the-corner\/\" target=\"_blank\">Not &#8220;my&#8221; idea, really<\/a> &#8212; I&#8217;d sort of ripped it off and just adapted it for outside-NYC writers.) She jumped the gun by a few months, but that&#8217;s the sort of spontaneous combustion you get when you mix youth, exuberant personalities, and ideas, and it&#8217;s hard to fault her for it.<\/p>\n<p>Several dozen people signed up in the comments to Moonie&#8217;s two posts, and we even set up a sort of interactive map so people can log their locations and select a preferred day of the week, and visitors can see who&#8217;s participating, on what day, and where. (There&#8217;s no real &#8220;day&#8221; set aside for this: you choose whatever day of the week you want, and do it annually, weekly, monthly, as you will.)<\/p>\n<p>You can see and really interact with the map <a title=\"CommunityWalk: Write Your A** Off'ers, around the world\" href=\"http:\/\/www.communitywalk.com\/write_your_a_off\/map\/474422\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>, or &#8212; if you prefer &#8212; here&#8217;s a sort of quick-and-dirty read-only view:<br \/>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<div style=\"border: 1px solid black;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.communitywalk.com\/groups\/set_commercial_domain\/474422\" onload=\"if (this.src.indexOf('http:\/\/www.communitywalk.com\/commercial\/474422') == -1) this.src='http:\/\/www.communitywalk.com\/commercial\/474422' + location.hash\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\" frameborder=\"0\" name=\"ff_cw_474422\" id=\"ff_cw_474422\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><a href=\"http:\/\/www.communitywalk.com\/write_your_a_off\/map\/474422\" style='display:none'>CommunityWalk Map &#8211; Write Your A** Off<\/a><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.communitywalk.com\/images\/blank.gif\" onload=\"setTimeout(function() {document.getElementById('ff_cw_474422').onload()}, 100)\" \/><\/div>\n<p>Note that participants currently have signed up not just from North America &#8212; that&#8217;s merely the default map view &#8212; but from around the world. (Not a lot of blogs have that sort of reach, but Moonrat&#8217;s does.) You can zoom out or move the map around to see these folks, too.<\/p>\n<p>My own WYAO day, as you can see from the map, was Saturday. I didn&#8217;t plan anything extra-special for it, because my &#8220;normal&#8221; Saturday already meets what passes for the WYAO standard: I get up sometime between 6 and 7 a.m., and write, research, and so on (with occasional biologically-mandated breaks) until 2 or 3 p.m. But for the last two Saturdays, I faced particular challenges.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"dropcap\">T<\/span>wo weeks ago, I felt utterly stalled. One of the problems of rewriting a novel which you first wrote 15+ years ago is that you&#8217;ve already got multiple drafts to work with, each exploring and emphasizing slightly different subplots from the other drafts; as a result, by the time you reach the (approximate) halfway mark it can feel awfully damned stale. You think: <em>Haven&#8217;t I written this scene before?<\/em> (You probably have.) <em>And <strong>better<\/strong>?<\/em> (Not necessarily.) You lose the joy of catching your characters doing things for the first time, and if they let their guard down you may, indeed, catch them in the act of yawning themselves.<\/p>\n<p>So two Saturdays past, I sat staring at the screen for about a half-hour, trying to kickstart my enthusiasm. Couldn&#8217;t I do something <em>new<\/em>? Did I have to just repeat everything?<\/p>\n<p>Then I remembered a loose end left dangling in all previous drafts: a &#8220;main&#8221; character of whom we just hadn&#8217;t seen enough. Maybe I could move him to center stage&#8230; but doing what? I reached for another main character and pulled him in, too, although earlier I&#8217;d no intention of the two ever meeting. Sort of said, &#8220;Okay, Character B&#8230; you&#8217;re standing over here, and you&#8217;re doing this thing you need to do. And then there&#8217;s a knock at the door, and in comes problematic Character A&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then I sort of stood back and watched what happened.*<\/p>\n<p>It amazed me. Not only did the interaction between them get me moving, and hurrah for that; it also opened up &#8212; convincingly, naturally &#8212; a subplot which I had never dreamed of, one which resolved two other worrisome loose ends.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"dropcap\">S<\/span>o then came this past Saturday. The problem this time wasn&#8217;t lack of enthusiasm or outright boredom; the problem was&#8230; well, it&#8217;s kind of hard to describe, but I want to say the problem was <em>ignorance<\/em>. I knew from the previous week where things were going. But I couldn&#8217;t get them going that way. How to start this chapter? I had a bunch of characters to choose from, and an apparent infinity of things they might have been doing once chosen. It&#8230; all&#8230; just&#8230; wouldn&#8217;t&#8230; <em>budge<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Again, a half-hour (+\/-) of silence and staring at the screen&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>My worst habit at times like this? Distracting myself. &#8220;I can get it going if I just know this one little factoid from Wikipedia,&#8221; say, and suddenly it&#8217;s noon, my browser&#8217;s history for the day has a hundred entries, and I still don&#8217;t have a single damned word onscreen. Or I&#8217;ll think, &#8220;You know what will be the perfect soundtrack to work to right here?&#8221; And so I open up my audio software to create a new playlist, shuffling things around so that no two songs by the same artist are back-to-back, tinkering with the software&#8217;s look-and-feel&#8230; Suddenly it&#8217;s noon, my software looks like hot stuff and I have a playlist which will take me eight hours to listen to, and I still don&#8217;t have a single damned word onscreen.<\/p>\n<p>I could feel those habits tugging at me on Saturday. (I briefly succumbed to the playlist one, but not right away.) But I forced myself to open the word processor, to create a new document from the template I&#8217;m using. I forced myself not to open Firefox. I willed my hands to the keyboard. And I just started to type&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Five or six hours later, I stopped just blindly typing. It wasn&#8217;t a record-setting single-session word count for me, about 3,000 words, but it was a flat-out hell of a lot better than I&#8217;d have done if I&#8217;d followed my wandering predispositions. It was enough. (I spent the rest of the work session revising what I&#8217;d just keyed in.)<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"dropcap\">T<\/span>he point of all this? Just that those two successive Saturdays reinforced what is for me one of the unbreakable commandments of getting writing <em>done<\/em>: you have got to <em>start<\/em>. Maybe, as with two weeks ago, you&#8217;ve got to throw caution to the winds and take your story, your style, your preferred genre to places you&#8217;d never air-quote &#8220;want&#8221; to go. Or maybe &#8212; as with my WYAO Saturday &#8212; you just have to stop playing games and get your fingers moving, forbid yourself to do anything else for a little while.<\/p>\n<p>But if there ain&#8217;t a word <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/1\/\">#1<\/a>, there&#8217;ll never be a #2. Without #2, no <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/3\/\">#3<\/a>. 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