A method to my madness
My son, however, was looking to show off. He hit the sidewalk and took off, leaving me in the dust. By the time I reached the corner, he was already out of sight.
I found him a mile or so later, panting by the side of the road, a stitch in his side. After a bit of coaxing we set off again, and this time, he held my pace.
“Slow and steady,” I told him, “just like the tortoise. Stop trying to be such a hare.”
Between puffs, he managed a confused “Huh?”
Apparently, his elementary schools in Holland weren’t big on Aesop’s Fables, so I started to fill him in on the tale.
I’d barely begun when he turned to me and said, “I’m not going to like this story very much, am I?”
He didn’t, but at that particular moment, his mother sure did.
I should have remembered this incident last month, when I signed up for an online class called Fast Draft. The idea behind Fast Draft is just that: pound out words–6,000 of them a day, in fact–and voila! Two weeks later you have your book’s first draft. Yes, it’s a disjointed nightmare. Yes, the story is all over the place. But it’s there, in bits and pieces and stops and starts on your hard drive, really, really quickly.
I lasted all of five days in Fast Draft before I found myself panting on the side of the road, a stitch in my side–or in this case: staring at a blank page, completely out of words. I had no idea where my story was going because I hadn’t actually stopped to consider where my story was going. I had to come up with 6,000 brand new words! Every day! I didn’t have the time.
Have I mentioned I write like I run?
I know now I should have trusted my own method. I should have remembered I like producing a clean first draft, one I don’t have to spend just as much time fixing as I did writing. I should have known thinking-time is just as essential for me as writing-time. I should have believed that slow and steady would, well, maybe not win the race exactly, but at least bring me to the finish line.
It took me four days to fix the damage Fast Draft did to my story, but it’s back on track now, and so am I.
It might take me a little longer to get to The End, but I’ll get there.