Two weeks ago, I barely wrote.
Worldcanwait, offered a link on her blog to the noveldoctor. He in turn offered some writing prompts. He gave three first sentences, and three last sentences, and asked us to choose one of each and write 400 words in between.
At around 10 pm on the night of the last submission something came to me and I wrote. You can read my little blurb and those of others here, should you choose. Point is, he got me writing. When I finished this little piece I was thrilled! It felt so good to have released this, to have written anything. I thought ‘how terrific’.
Yet, today when I saw it graciously posted, and I read it, I thought how flat. I remember writing it, but I don’t remember trying to create that! I found it stale, lifeless, void.
This afternoon, when I had a chance to settle down in front of the computer to write, I began by re-reading my last writing session. I remember when writing last Friday, that I was thinking, oh boy, all of this will have to re-written. It is dead. But, I wrote anyway, telling myself that at least the skeleton will be done. Yet, when I re-read today I was shocked to see how wonderful it was! It flowed, it moved, it was vibrant.
I had to ask, what is going on here?
Am I that bad a judgment when I am in the moment of my own work?
I would like to think not, but maybe at times the space we occupy is not the same as what we release. And vice-versa.
Yet, I also think that is comes back to character. The character I wrote through the eyes of in my little snippet for the noveldoctor was not someone I got to know well. I do not understand much about him, and I was only with him for the twenty or so minutes that I wrote. I also think, that once created, he began to grow and was no longer the same man that he was two weeks ago, which is why he seemed so unfamiliar to me.
The character in my novel is someone I know intimately (so to speak 🙂 ). I have been writing through her for a good year now. I am approaching the end of the first draft of this novel, and I know that when I re-read I will find a lot of things that are out of character from when I didn’t know her so well.
Teresa offers some great ways of getting to know your characters on her post here. It is amazing how these characters of ours live and breath. That we have to spend time with them to get to know them. They do not come prefab and nicely wrapped.