January, 2010

The text expert

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

The age of hyperfast communication often forces me to be brief. So does the volume of e-mails, texts, and to-dos that make for a quick daily rhythm here at Threepenny HQ. So last night, I shouldn’t have been surprised that between rounding up mi pareja for Grey’s Anatomy, hurrying to get out of sweat-soaked workout clothes, microwaving a late dinner, and wondering if I had time to read a few more manuscript pages, that my teenage cousin Kelly sent me a text out of the blue: what types of things should be discussed in a writing group?

Text messaging didn’t seem like an ideal medium for transmitting a curriculum. More than ten 160-character texts would probably be excessive. But what a great exercise: What are the fundamentals of writing, in 160 characters or fewer?

Put to the text, I wrote, basics incl: is anything abt the story confusing? do i care abt the character? what is the author writing abt? also, what’s the main conflict & is it enough to care if it gets resolved? also useful to talk abt authors and pieces you admire, & why they work well.

Style, character, theme, and plot. Except for voice, that seems to cover it–and might I add what a proud cousin I am? Kelly placed second in her state for public speaking, wants to go to Yale, and is starting a book club. She’s also the fastest texter I know.

On backing off

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

This Christmas Santa brought a heart rate monitor. Putting the pointy-headed intricacies of heart-rate training aside for a moment, what the numbers showed me was that my normal workout pace is a hair’s breadth away from my normal quitting pace.

Ask E, who trained with me most of last summer. Many of those workouts were shaded with intervals of sullen trudging, or once, my earnest threat to chuck an expensive titanium racing bike by the roadside and hitch-hike home. The solution has been to back off, keep my heart rate in check, and enjoy the scenery.

Fast forward several weeks to today: E, a friend and I finished our first half-marathon of 2010 at a respectable pace. I had fun, and could have kept going. At some point during the race–while running in wind and rain through the Willamette farmland–it struck me that ignoring a certain few of my writing goals would make me a much happier writer.

I have been looking for a better way to end my novel before re-submitting it to an agent, and been driving myself through a breakneck series of revisions since early December. But in order to rewrite the final two chapters, and to write them richly, I need to back off and enjoy the scenery.

Even if running is ultimately incomparable to creative writing, I suspect that this is probably right. As an editor as well as a writer, I know that rushing makes for empty fiction. Now for the test: Give me five writing days, and I’ll report back.