Seven months ago, when I decided to write "Winter Child" and I had the whole idea and everything, I had to make a decision - outline or no outline. At the time, I was really anxious to start writing because I was very excited about launching into Jayme's universe, and an outline sounded like a horribly boring thing to do. It was like going into a cold pool, one toe at a time. On the other hand, plunging in was like leaping into the water, and people like me panic and start floundering around and forget that the water is actually maybe four feet deep.
I decided on middle ground. I plotted out a few major scenes, decided where I was going to start, and began to write. Seven months later, I had a 74,000 word manuscript (okay, okay, I'm a slow and lazy and procrastinating writer! [begin lame excuse] I had school! [end lame excuse]) that I was pretty proud of. I stuck it in a drawer, because I'd heard advice about waiting a month, no, three months, no, six years, no, a WHOLE LIFE TIME before revising. But, okay, I got impatient, so I took it out a week later and started marking it up.
Scary. The first ten chapters were all right. The writing had to be tightened up here and there, some things had to be adjusted, some scenes taken out, some taken in, the usual. Probably the biggest change I wanted to make was adjusting Russell's character. He wasn't as edgy as I wanted him to be - too dark and brooding in some places and too light and funny in others.
Then I went on to the last four chapters, and they didn't make sense. They were pretty much the worst in the whole manuscript, there were some major plot holes going on, and basically, they sucked. I did a lot of X-ing out, and decided on a new way to take the story. It would make the story longer (which was okay, because I write rather superfluously so I have to do a lot of cutting anyway), and it was a totally new direction. There was no salvaging the last four chapters. This is going to have to be beyond a rewrite.
And I remember writing those last four. I was stuck in the story, not sure where to go with it, and so I decided to write them (when I was plotting the major scenes, I was great at coming up with those in the beginning and middle, but I sort of neglected the end) haphazardly. Now I have to pay the price with these horribly painful revisions, and I can't help but think that revisions would be a lot easier if only I did some outlining.
I used to dislike outlining because they're so confining. A big part of my writing is when I'll be typing and suddenly things I never thought of started happening and they worked. In "Winter Child", there are some places I'm really proud of that are the result of this.
But I've realized that outlines aren't set in stone. They're usually written on paper, which is fun to burn, or typed on the computer, which is fun to defenestrate. My point is, you don't have to exactly follow outlines. They can be changed and it's possible to make an outline that still allots a decent amount of freedom.
I started casually thinking about the next book I'm writing (it has zombies in it, therefore it shall be awesome), and I think I'm going to outline it.
What do you think? Outlining or no outlining?
Showing posts with label revisions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revisions. Show all posts
Nothing Like Revisions
You wake up and mmm... what's the smell? Ah, yes - nothing quite like the fresh morning scent of revisions.
Oh crap.
I have finally begun tackling revisions on "Winter Child" - my YA novel - and you would not believe how scary it is. I've been scribbling notes all over the pages (it feels incredibly weird to see so many sheets of paper covered in words I wrote) and making big fat X's and sobbing. If I cry hard enough, the ink will be too smudged for me to see all the horrible things I've written, with the adverbs (ugh!) and adjectives (eww!) and repetitive phrases (oh, God, someone call the police already!).
At the same time, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had mental images of crossing out and crossing out and crossing out until all that was left was: "Chapter 1". Luckily, I didn't actually have to cross out that much. I have something like this left: "Chapter 1. [indistinct scribble] [tear drops] [melted ice cream] [cupcake frosting] [sweat] [blood]".
In any case, here's a shout out to all those that have offered condolences:
Suspiciously blank, guys. Suspiciously blank.
Oh crap.
I have finally begun tackling revisions on "Winter Child" - my YA novel - and you would not believe how scary it is. I've been scribbling notes all over the pages (it feels incredibly weird to see so many sheets of paper covered in words I wrote) and making big fat X's and sobbing. If I cry hard enough, the ink will be too smudged for me to see all the horrible things I've written, with the adverbs (ugh!) and adjectives (eww!) and repetitive phrases (oh, God, someone call the police already!).
At the same time, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had mental images of crossing out and crossing out and crossing out until all that was left was: "Chapter 1". Luckily, I didn't actually have to cross out that much. I have something like this left: "Chapter 1. [indistinct scribble] [tear drops] [melted ice cream] [cupcake frosting] [sweat] [blood]".
In any case, here's a shout out to all those that have offered condolences:
Suspiciously blank, guys. Suspiciously blank.
