Posts Tagged ‘creative process’

About Yesterday . . .

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

At 4:30 yesterday afternoon I sat down at my computer, put on the headphones so I could listen to some music and opened up Magellan’s Witch to get cracking. I woke up at 6:00 pm.


I tried to write, but yesterday was not a gym day (I’m doing a different workout on Mondays and Wednesdays in which my hands are not free for notebooking) so I had no clear idea what to do. I gave up about 6:30 and worked on the intro to the final project for my Master’s. It went OK, but not great. I went to bed at 8:30 and tried notebooking for about five minutes. I stopped because I was basically brain dead. I went to sleep feeling like my whole story totally sucked and worse, with so much written already, there wasn’t anyway to start over. Rats.

Cue New Day After 8 Hours of Sleep. . .

Smiling Sun

I got to the gym about 5:00 a.m. and was stretching out before the actual sweaty part starts and Bling! The entire solution to my issues of yesterday came into my head. Seriously. Exactly like that. So I notebooked that, and some awesome notions and tonight I’ll be making those adjustments. I have tomorrow off, so hopefully I can get all that done before the weekend.


Aftermath of the Carnage

Friday, March 2nd, 2007

You-all saw the gory picture from yesterday, right? I forgot to mention that I needed to resort to the backup red pen because the first one ran out of ink. And, last night, I was thinking, well, ok, Carolyn, you deleted some crap chapters and other stinky stuff, and yet 14 chapters held together pretty well, all things considered. But I went to bed with no freaking idea where I was going to go with the story. All I knew was that poison wasn’t enough. A big fat drats.

As Chris Keeslar (Dorchester editor extraordinaire) once said to me: Where’s the MacGuffin? I’m not a big enough Hitchcock fan that I didn’t need to google what the f he was talking about. Oh. But now I know (it’s the thing everybody’s after, like the Maltese Falcon, that keeps the action going, or like the Subtle Knife.) Last night I went to bed knowing that poison had turned out not to be the MacGuffin and that therefore, Magellan’s Witch was MacGuffin-less. My characters were looking out the pages at me saying, Now what do we do? This is not a happy place for a book to be.

This morning at the gym, I found my MacGuffin. I was getting all sweaty (no tattoo boy, no jaguar man, early am at the gym is all too often a visual disappointment) and with nowhere else to look but at my notebook, I figured it out. I have it and it quickly snowballed into the theme of the damn book. I feel much better.

I’ve now started tackling my red-penned pages and giving the story this new layer of complexity and right now I am a darn happy camper.