So the manuscript submit form seems to be working now. It was no small feat, and my rusty brain had to go all the way into the code to do it. But, as always, the harder the task, the greater the sense of accomplishment.
There are those who would say that writing a novel would present an insurmountable challenge. Having written two myself, I would argue. But when asked for my best advice for writers, it’s like a trance settles over me and I might as well be talking about a life-altering love affair. Though, now that I think about that, I probably am. There’s writing, and there’s getting published. They are two completely different animals. And while I’ve often shared my best advice for getting published, let me share my joy in the process of writing.
Write. Everything. Research can wait. Grammar can wait. Spelling can go away altogether. Whether you use a keyboard, typewriter, or pen, write. Write from your mind. Write from your heart. Write what you know. Make stuff up. Nothing has to make sense. Nothing has to connect. Just write. And watch what happens. Give it time. Commit to the process. A year from now, compare what you wrote this week. Then let’s have a conversation!!
Create your own process. With a full-time job, two kids, and a household to run, writing was the last thing I had time for. But when that ever-loving husband of mine stepped in, writing became my salvation. He insisted we take advantage of my job’s payroll computer purchase plan and buy our first laptop. He insisted I find someplace – outside of the house – to write. And he gifted me the time to do it. Every Saturday, he would drop me, my music, my laptop, and my quietly-smuggled snacks, off at the local library. I holed up in my reserved, enclosed cubicle, plugged in, settled down, and left my life behind. For seven solid hours, I sat on my butt, and rejuvenated my soul in ways I’d never dreamed possible. In time, every commute to and from the job, every minute spent folding and ironing – okay I don’t iron, but you get it – every minute I had to myself, I was writing. I was going through dialogue, scenarios, reactions, characters, plot twists, and ideas in my head. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was busting! The novel didn’t happen in one long line. I wrote it in bits and pieces, as I’d had time to develop it in my head. The fact that it fit together in the end was nothing short of miraculous – leaving me in awe at some of the remarkable connections I had made. When it was done, I was a wreck. Noticeably so. My husband’s answer to my despair? Start another book. Done.
Develop your skill. As the creative side of writing begins to take hold, start to hone your skills. Take a writing course. Learn some grammar – and prepared to be amazed at how much you’ve let slide… Take a keyboarding class – though I got by in the beginning with my grade 9 typing skills, 100,000 words later, I was, and still am, typing in the dark with my eyes closed, as fast as I can think! Join a writers’ group. Learn how to research properly. When these compulsory skills start to come more easily to you, the work of writing well melts into the joy of writing.
Open your mind. Rediscover your imagination. Spend time brainstorming ‘what if?’ Resist the urge to jump in on a current fad; the world will have become bored with that idea long before you can finish your masterpiece. Consider different styles, genres, lengths. And don’t be surprised when your budding romance turns into an all-out adventure.
Watch your characters. These will be some of the most fascinating people you’ll ever meet. And they will be as real to you as anyone you’ve ever encountered. Don’t try to make them do anything they wouldn’t naturally do. Let them grow – we don’t need to know everything about them in the first chapter. Let them surprise you.
Give yourself time to enjoy the process of becoming a writer. If you’re thinking this is a great way to make a living and you’re sure you’ll be the next Rowling, don’t quit your day job. In fact, stop writing now. You’re in it for all the wrong reasons. But if you’re thinking of this as an outlet – a creative way to purge your mind of the overflow of ideas it tries to hold on to, a way to vent your emotions, a way to share an idea, then get started. Find what works for you, and don’t stop.
There are plenty of people who ask what, exactly, in this age of publishing chaos, is a writer. Can I call myself a writer? When am I considered to be a writer?
The short answer is, if you have to ask, you’re not a writer. Just write. You’ll know when.