I'm happy to present my sixth VGB (Volunteer Guest Blogger), bestselling author, JUDITH RYAN HENDRICKS! Judith's books include the Bread Alone series, Isabel’s
Daughter, and The Laws of Harmony.
If you haven't read any of Judith's books, but her name or the names of her books sound familiar, it may be because of a couple of posts I did in February and March of 2010. Judith and I became friends a few years ago and she's a marvelous woman. We have plans to meet in person one of these days, and I know we'll make it happen.
I recently read the following on Judith's blog, The Kitchen Table, and asked if I could share it on my blog. She immediately said she'd be honored! (*Note: Jo-Ann Mapson is Judith's good friend.) Take it away, Judi!
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Proud Member of NWA
A while back Jo-Ann
Mapson and I were lamenting the lack of decent health insurance for starving
writers like ourselves. We decided to start an association in hopes of
getting a great group rate on insurance for our millions of soon-to-be members,
and Jo-Ann came up with the perfect name…one we felt sure writers everywhere
would identify with and flock to…Neurotic Writers of America.
Well,
I mean, you do have to be a bit…um…unusual to be a writer.
What
kind of person sits alone in a small office all day everyday, missing dentist
appointments, letting her mother leave messages on voice mail, forgetting to
eat lunch, ignoring the dog until she’s completely devoured the Tibetan
rug? Answer: A writer.
Does
a normal person drag herself around the country to book signings where she ends
up reading to the bookstore staff and a couple of transients who just came for
the refreshments?
Does a normal person do this not once, but many
times? Answer: A normal person doesn’t. A writer does.
And
writers worry. About everything. They obsess. They second
guess. They lie awake at night ruminating over something wrong with the
flashback that they can’t quite put their finger on. They have arguments
with themselves…
I
am great. I am shit. I Am Great! I am shit…
It’s
all a function of what writers do and how they do it. At a library
program once, I was asked to explain all the steps between first draft and
publication. This is what I said:
I finish the first draft and I’m so happy I take my husband out
to dinner to celebrate. In the middle of dinner, I say…we’ve got to go home; I just thought of something I left out of
chapter two that could change the entire outcome of the story.
A re-write ensues.
Next I give the manuscript to one of my good writer friends and
she reads it and says. I really love this. I say, but what? She
says, But nothing. I really
love it. I say, what should I change? She says Nothing. I really love it.
I go over the pages three more times trying to figure out what
she’s not telling me. Then I send it to my agent, who tells me what my
writer friend would not. Another rewrite. I send it back to my
agent. She calls me and says, I think C— really likes it. She’ll let us know when she gets
back from the holidays.
I sweat out Christmas and New Year’s, going over the ms a few
more times. After the holidays the editor calls. She says, I love this book.
I say, Thanks. That’s great.
She says, I just need you to change the ending
so that the boyfriend doesn’t die. I let him live. It
goes to the copy editor. I proof the galleys. They send me cover
art. I hate it. After several sleepless nights, I call my
editor. She makes them re-do the cover art so it doesn’t look like the
character is a terminally depressed fifteen-year-old.
To maintain my sanity I start work on another project. And
suddenly one day a package arrives in the mail…my Advance Reader Copy!
I’m so happy I take my husband out to dinner to celebrate. During dessert
I say, oh, God, why did I make that
change in chapter two?
The point to all this (yes, there is a point) is that writers
frequently need advice, encouragement, validation, a hug and a large glass of
wine. And for my birthday, my friend Lois Gilbert gave me a book that
meets all of the above needs except for the hug and glass of wine. It’s
called The Artful Edit by Susan Bell.
I
just finished it and I’m going to set it aside for a week and then read it
again.
This post is not a review, but I do want to say how much I
admire the way the book is structured. While there is a section on
working with an editor, the main thrust is learning how to edit yourself, a
difficult, yet potentially satisfying task. The majority of her points
are illustrated using The Great Gatsby, including
plenty of examples from the manuscript in progress, quotes from Fitzgerald
about the work, and from his editor, Maxwell Perkins.
Scattered
throughout are mini-essays by various writers on how they approach self
editing. It’s a terrific read, but the best part is the last three
pages—an interview with Michael Ondaatje, titled “One Doesn’t Just Write a
Book, One Makes a Book.” I read it three times.
It
is so full of gems—wisdom, candor, clarity, wit—all qualities I love in his
novels, only here he’s talking about his writing and self-editing. At one
point he admits that he writes his first draft over a period of two or three
years, and then spends another two years shaping the story. He says that
is how he discovers what the story is actually about and what he wants to say.
I’ve
always wanted to be one of those authors who sits down with a plan and types
Chapter One at the top of the page. Instead, I never know exactly what
story I’m trying to tell until I write it and edit it and knead it, delete some
sections and surgically enhance others. Over the years I’ve given myself
a fair amount of grief about it, too.
To
read that Michael Ondaatje thinks that process is perfectly fine was an amazing
relief…sort of like loosening your belt after Thanksgiving dinner. It
made me feel so good. Like maybe I’m not crazy and insecure and weird…
Or
maybe I am and he is, too…
Mr.
Ondaatje, we are currently accepting applications for membership in the NWA.
Thank you Judith, for sharing such intimate details about your writing process. I love this! I'm sure there will be comments and/or questions for you. And I have to admit I believed you were starting the NWA Association. Ahhh, I'm so darn gullible at times!
* Oh, and readers....I'm not sure how often Judith will be able to check in with us. She's with an out of town relative at this time. *
