The body sags. The Boy is learning to use the potty. Exhausting. I am learning, once again, that my unspoken anxiety about his potty accidents is counter-productive and misery-inducing – for myself, and for my sensitive little tot. He must have tired of hearing, “Potty? Potty?”, because he cried the last time I asked. Not good, mama, not good.
Messes will happen. Time for me to relax.
So… the novel. Yeah. Tuesday was a great day for work. I identified my midpoint, key scenes, and the climax and then outlined all three acts. I also recognized that, following the likes of The Great Gatsby and others, the viewpoint can come from a character not the main protagonist. Helpful.
(Wednesday, we were out-of-town, visiting friends. Today, potty training. But I may get some work in still…)
This quote is on the back of the prayer card I pray before writing: “Purity of heart is the serene atmosphere which surrounds every earnest vocation, the soil from which must bud and flower all other good intentions.” – Pope (now Blessed) John XXIII.
The character who has the viewpoint in my novel is not quite developed enough to launch into telling the story. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know what she wants in life, although I can identify two of her “wants” clearly, and that gives me pause. Perhaps, if I considered in from the end of the story rather than the beginning or middle, I might have some more clarity.
I know a lot about her, but not quite enough.
But, then again, being a notorious perfectionist (one of my worst character flaws), perhaps I know more than I think I know. Or perhaps the writing process itself will reveal her to me. Perhaps I just need to jump on it…
Speaking of perfectionism, I have several Chapter Ones of this novel, typed and saved. And I won’t use any of them. Not only was a writing from the viewpoint of the wrong character, but I made the classic new writer’s mistake of looping back and rewriting Chapter One.
I’ll confess that I’m a bit nervous about moving from planning to writing again. But that’s the Mean Ol’ Internal Editor talking. Be quiet, Editor.
If you are a writer, check out the blog of this book doctor. I found Jessica Page Morrell’s book, Thanks, But This Isn’t For Us: A (Sort Of) Compassionate Guide to Why Your Writing is Being Rejected, both helpful and funny. She lives here in Oregon and, someday, I hope I’ll meet her.
Alright. Time to stop making excuses. As Morrell’s blog reminds me, “If you are reading this, you aren’t writing.” Well, I am writing, but it’s time to turn to my lovely characters. Wish me well.