NaNoFeed: With (more than) a little help from my friends, or beta-reading as reward

Last night I finished the last cleanup of the zero-draft manuscript of Cleopatra’s Ironclads and sent it off to its first three beta-readers, along with the super-basic beta reading questionnaire that Devin Harnois and I developed for reading each other’s work. The prospect of waiting readers turned it into a real deadline. I pulled out all of the start-end timestamps, the research notes-to-self, and the other working apparatus that’s usually embedded in my manuscripts, and dumped them all into the work-log spreadsheet.

Deadlines are an excellent corrective to the chattering demon that tells me I just wrote garbage. Sure, it’s bad, but the readers will tell me where it can be improved. This is the real reward for finishing a story arc in a month: it will get read. (I don’t send works-in-progress to be read, because the shape of the novel is one of the things I want to finish before anyone comments on it.)

There are my writing friends who help me get through National Novel Writing Month by running bouts with me, and then there are my friends whose reader’s eye is my much-anticipated reward.

And then there’s the prospect of reading their novels, but that’s a whole nother post.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 9 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

“I remember when you were in the palace, when I was stationed here under Gabinius. What a slip of a girl, and yet your eyes—“

She inclined her head and smiled. 

“Oh, not their beauty, Your Majesty. Their wisdom. You missed nothing, not a trick. I’d seen grizzled old generals who had less of that look than this girl of fifteen.”

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NaNoFeed: what kind of novel did I write?

This week is very high-intensity at my day job, but next week things start to ebb a bit. Last night I made some calendar notes so I wouldn’t forget what I’d promised; in particular, I’m doing beta-reading for my good buddy Devin Harnois. The first book of her trilogy, Not My Apocalypse, is out on 12/12/2012, and I’m reading the second book.

By way of relaxation last night after a much-too-long day, I read Cleopatra’s Ironclads. It’s a sketch, but it has some remarkable stuff in it, and now I’m curious as to what the betas will see. There’s such a tightly woven amalgam of historical fact and not-too-fictional speculation that at times it felt like a straight-up historical novel. (No, I’m not ready to write one of those, though I love reading them.) So this weekend I’m doing the preliminary cleanup before I send it to the usual betas. As usual, all the interesting stuff cropped up at the end, and I’m faced once more with a novel that has major load-balancing issues. Both the research demands of the project and commitments elsewhere meant that I didn’t write character interviews this year, and I think that it shows. (Of course, that can be a second-draft revision project as well as traditional novel pre-writing.)

Last week and the NaNo closing party feel centuries away right now, although this is the usual rhythm: meet some new people, get a pile of stuff to beta-read, and settle in for the cold dark winter.

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NaNoFeed: the long look back (five-year retrospective)

On one of the National Novel Writing Month boards (can’t find it now) there’s a thread about what you learned from NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve been thinking about that ever since, but more in terms of what I’ve learned each year. This is the fifth year I participated in NaNo and won, so a good time for a grand retrospective of what I’ve learned from each of my five November novel marathons.

NaNo 2008: I learned that I’d been spending all of my storytelling energy on running contingencies at my dysfunctional ex-job. NaNoWriMo was the first thing I did after leaving that job, to kick off a one-year sabbatical devoted to my own creative work. I followed Chris Baty’s advice in No Plot? No Problem! and made a list of stuff I loved and stuff I hated in novels, and started my first NaNo cookpot. The Scottish Play, or Fire and Ice began as a series of disconnected scenes that proceeded to spontaneously generate a plot. The result of that first NaNo run was 51,000 words of raw materials and another 30-40,000 words of plotting, forum posts, and other process writing. Very soon it will be time to throw this project back into the cookpot to see if I can pull a finished first-draft novel out of it.

NaNo 2009: My first seriously research-based novel, The Reincarnations of Miss Anne began as a fictional summing-up of the previous five years’ reading on American contributions to the theory and practice of genocide. I ‘won’ at 72,000 words, but didn’t complete the story, which was still opening out onto infinity when I finished. When I reread the manuscript, I was terrified at the authority and originality with which I had taken on American slavery, the eugenics movement, the Nazi genocides, and other deadly-serious subjects. This thing wants to be a real novel, I thought.

NaNo 2010: Consciously located in Minneapolis and nowhere else, The Shape-shifter’s Tale was my first completed story arc at 64,500 words. Yes, it was lumpy and misshapen, and yes, I got to the end by giving up, putting Prokofiev’s War and Peace on the headphones, and banging out a Traveling Shovel of Death intentional outtake. After that, I wrote the real endgame. This was the first year I had a finished story to give to beta-readers, and my Preferred Beta Panel began to take shape nearly immediately. Once other people had spent effort and attention on responding to my draft, I felt obliged to proceed with revisions. Beginning in March 2011, I did 30-day character interviews for each of the seven central cast members, and thereby spawned a whole collection of stories in the same universe. Erika and the Vampire and Max and the Ghost were written later that year, in MiniNaNo sessions in June and July; Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues followed in August, and was submitted for publication. I learned a huge amount from my beta readers about genre (“Hey, have you read this story? It really reminds me of yours!”) and work process. 2011 was the year of miracles in first-draft generation, and the beginning of my serious work with revision.

NaNo 2011 began with one idea (a Russian-American-Aztec magical-realist steampunk fusion, set in a universe where human sacrifice is efficacious magic) and shape-shifted into another (a mummy-resurrection tale with a Northern European bog body in the feature role, “Pygmalion meets Frankenstein, played as romantic comedy”). I knew that from the outset, from the working title The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story. I spent October interviewing my two main characters, generated 85,000 words during NaNo, followed up by interviewing my villain and then finishing the story at 95,000 words. All in all, four and a half months went into this “one-month marathon.” Since February 2012, the story has been making the rounds of beta-readers with various expertise, from microbiology to architecture to linguistics to Iron Age archaeology.  I was in love with this project from beginning to end, and learned first-hand of the generosity of the muse. I also did close analysis of my work bouts after the fact, and learned that creative work has the rhythm of a heartbeat: 30 minutes of intense effort, followed by 30 minutes of relaxation, recollection, or research.

NaNo 2012 began with a challenge, in chat with my good buddy TruantPony. “Afrocentric steampunk Cleopatra” popped up in our chat on 31 March 2012, and immediately got the title Cleopatra’s Ironclads. My subsequent search on “Afrocentric steampunk Cleopatra” led me to some awesome blogs and multicultural steampunk writers (the Steamfunk movement, more of which in subsequent blogs, and Aker’s amazing blog Futuristically Ancient). This one wasn’t fun, but I learned to follow my gut instincts on research and my childhood obsessions in writing stories. I learned that “average” (1667 words/day) is good enough during NaNo, and produced my first-ever 50,000-word story arc. I still haven’t reread it in full, but I remember the process all too vividly: research alternating with bouts of writing. My writing buddies helped me immeasurably by being there, on-line or in write-ins, to run bouts when I had zero motivation but had to crank out words. (special shout-out to Devin Harnois and Becca Patterson!)

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Six Sentence Sunday, 2 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

The last golden light gave way to torchlight, and they leaned toward each other, in the rich firelight, and once or twice their fingers brushed, in reaching for the same delicacy. The meat was succulent, and the wine delightful, and the fruit in its ice cool and delicious, and the evening breeze stirring the curtains likewise; she watched the slim pale figures of the dancers, backlit in flashes as they turned and whirled, and then his bronzed arms and legs, the costume of Dionysus leaving much latitude to display a manly figure, she thought, and therefore a not injudicious choice for him, piety aside. 

He was a much-married man, this avatar of Dionysus; of course, as the survivor of two brother-husbands and a Roman consort, the same could be said of her. 

He smiled at her, lips rosy in his curly beard, golden-brown eyes shining in the firelight. Yes, just like one of those sensuous statues in the Grecian manner, marble painted to imitate the glow of living flesh. Such a god one might embrace—

Such a god might embrace one.

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NaNoFeed: crossing the finish line

I just finished this afternoon with the shortest NaNo novel I’ve ever written, and unlike its predecessors in the 50K range, it has a complete story arc.

And it’s been the slowest of all.

No other words left, unless a sigh of relief counts.

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NaNoFeed: procrastination at the precipice, and the chaos of battle

There remain about 3500 words to write in the NaNo-draft of Cleopatra’s Ironclads, and last night I did not write them, nor have I written them this morning. Some of them belong to the battle, and some to the epilogue (which I have begun to write).

Instead of writing, I reviewed the description of the run-up to the Battle of Actium, the account by Cassius Dio and the sketch of the dispositions, the armaments, and the strength of each side. I am not sure if this is procrastination or research, and nearly any dissertation student will agree with me that there’s a very fine line between the two. At every point in this novel, I’ve been bedeviled by the conviction that I have no idea what I’m talking about, and this one is no different. On the other hand, research is a fairly reliable muse, if balanced with the imperative to knock out some prose regardless of one’s state of ignorance.

Mark Antony and Cleopatra brought to the battle some of the heaviest ships of the time–massive war galleys with the largest practicable naval rams, and multiple banks of oarsmen. The difficulty: they were undermanned, because of disease and desertion. Even with high-tech help, turning this one around is going to be a close-run thing.

Another point: the historical record does not permit us to reconstruct the battle in precise detail. Even archaeological evidence doesn’t tell us exactly who was when where, only that certain types of debris were deposited at the bottom of the bay.

On the other hand, I count myself as an apprentice of Leo Tolstoy and Nadezhda Durova, in writing battle scenes. What the professional soldier knows is the sheer contingency, randomness, and oddity presented by a real battle. At the close of the nineteenth century, Shaw’s play Arms and the Man shared some little bit of contemporary military tradecraft with its audience (drawn from real military memoirs, as the author pointed out in his Preface): carry chocolate in preference to cartridges, because you never know when you’re going to eat; run away from danger rather than face it head-long; and fear above all else the gung-ho romantic amateur.

Oh yes, and a real battle resembles nothing so much as chaos itself, because once the firing starts you can’t see for the smoke, and the participants are generally sleep-deprived, drunk, and/or gut-sick from dysentery. Not very romantic, but historically factual. And nobody, nobody has a clear view of events, not even Napoleon standing on the hilltop to survey the field of Austerlitz. As Tolstoy pointed out, the official version is made up later, at headquarters.

And I don’t forget that the surviving accounts of this battle were written by the victors.

So now … into the breach. It won’t be perfect, no, it will be chaos. And my draft is Hollywood-implausible, with some number of fortuitous things turning up at the right moment. We’ll revise later, but for now, we write.

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NaNoFeed: Entering the endgame

Yesterday at the Minneapolis Central Library write-in, I spent four of the five hours taking notes on the political timeline for the historical Cleopatra in the decade before the Battle of Actium, and figuring out how to turn it into scenes. Not everything goes into a scene, and background is best revealed in the course of an argument. I know my ending; I’ve known it for six months. So at this point, it’s a matter of getting there.

At the end of four hours’ work, I had a list of seven scenes, together with a rough synopsis of each. I created a text file for each scene in Scrivener, then dropped the synopsis into the notes for easy reference.

In the last 45 minutes of the write-in, I wrote the first scene. One down, six to go. It’s going to be a race to the finish line, and it doesn’t have to be perfect. Everything is subject to revision. My Boss Battle, aka Actium Redux, need not be logistically reasonable; my scene-setting is probably acrawl with anachronism. At this point, the object of the game is to produce a 50,000-word starting draft for the real work.

This November has been weird. I’ve been feeling as if I’m forcing it and I’m just showing up and doing homework. Yesterday, that changed. Once I was looking at that outline, I started falling in love with the project. It’s going to be a crummy first draft, but this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. This novel and I are going to be spending some quality time together in the next eighteen months.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 25 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

There were other things to attend, as well: what prospects might open up were Antony amenable to accepting her as an ally. There was the troublesome matter of Arsinoe, who yet remained a force, and frustratingly beyond her reach, as she both served in the temple and plotted for the throne. No, there was nothing in the observations of the Great Diana that forbade such, but it was an intolerable danger at her back. It was not acceptable, and if she had the strong arm of the Roman power behind her, that threat might be removed—

Because if she did not remove Arsinoe, she might find herself removed. Should the tide turn, should her sister somehow convince Octavian, for example, that it all had been a great mistake, and she was the sister to back—and yes, she did remember from Rome that Octavian had more or less disliked her on first sight, fuddy-duddy and cold fish as he was, and at such a young age too—

A sickly creature, but Antony’s ally for the nonce. 

There was the old relation between them—not friendship exactly, not directly, but a common regard for Caesar—and that might be a place to begin.

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Yes, sentences break across paragraphs (in poetry, that’s enjambment), and I’m still debating whether that’s NaNoRaw or something more significant.

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NaNoFeed: getting by with a little help from my friends (thoughts on distraction)

It took about a day and a half for me to settle down to actually believing that I had time off. I’ve been crazy-busy with a huge list of projects both here and at the day job, and as usual I’ve been calling myself “lazy” rather than “over-scheduled.”

Yesterday, I ran two 45-minute bouts with my good buddy Devin Harnois (NaNo profile here). That was good for 3000 words on Cleopatra’s Ironclads. This NaNo above all others has been a matter of getting by with a little help from my friends. When I’m running a bout, it’s all about cranking out the words. I do not have permission to look at stuff on the internet, wander off on a research tangent, or go off in the middle and do something else. It’s all about the focus. I’d be a bad NaNoBuddy if I distracted my friends, so sometimes that sense of duty is the only thing that keeps me from wandering off.

Nonetheless, in between times, I’m re-reading Tyldesley’s book and checking my other references, and reproaching myself for the amount of stupid stuff I’ve gotten wrong. I have to remind myself, repeatedly, that it’s called first draft for a reason. And it’s easy to get stuff wrong, as a non-specialist: the politics of the Middle East were just as complicated in the first century BC as they are now. Fascinating aside: Cleopatra’s diplomatic and military maneuvering resulted in a concession for Dead-Sea-area bitumen extraction. Yes, that’s oil. Two thousand years ago its uses were somewhat different, but it was still a key trade-good. And in this story, that concession will be turned to rather different use.

Today I’m looking at a brief stint with some day-job stuff, and then another double bout in the evening. Even if none of my buddies are around to write with me, I’ll still know that they’re out there. Getting by is all I’m managing these days, and the friends really help.

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