anything like that. They were just there. Scenes would simply appear in my mind, and as soon as I wrote them down, others would simply take their place, with no effort on my part whatsoever. In fact, it really seems as though the stories were in my head fully formed, and my only real task was to figure out how to get them down on paper in such a way that they would be intelligible to other people. That was the real hard part. Crafting the words in such a way that the vision in my head was interesting to others and could be understood by them. Same goes for the stuff I write in here. I get an idea in my head that seems to come from nowhere, and then my only real task is to figure out the right words to convey that idea. Given all of this, I can certainly see why ancient writers spoke so often of the muse who gave them ideas and inspired them to write, because that is exactly how it feels. So that's my writing process, and I don't know what more to say about it. Except that the manuscript will go off to agents again this week, as well as to at least one publisher - where it will probably just sit in some slush pile - but you never know. I believe the Lord will bless me in this work, so long as I do the best work I can. I think I have this time around. I'm hoping and praying that some agents and publishers will think so too.
Monday, August 22, 2011
This Writing Thing I Do
It's a funny thing, but I really have a hard time writing about my own writing. When I first re-started this blog, that was what I had intended it to be - about my writing. I was going to chronicle my writing process. The only problem is that I don't seem to have a process. I wrote stuff down, I rewrote it to make it tighter, I had Michelle go through and edit it for me, and then I rewrote it again. Then I went back through and edited it again, making it even tighter. That's all I have done. As for things like character development and plot progression and all of those other writing terms, I really haven't got the slightest idea where any of that came from- and the same goes for other two stories as well - I simply do not know how to tell someone else how I did it. It all seems to be gifts from heaven. I certainly don't feel like I made any of it up or 
anything like that. They were just there. Scenes would simply appear in my mind, and as soon as I wrote them down, others would simply take their place, with no effort on my part whatsoever. In fact, it really seems as though the stories were in my head fully formed, and my only real task was to figure out how to get them down on paper in such a way that they would be intelligible to other people. That was the real hard part. Crafting the words in such a way that the vision in my head was interesting to others and could be understood by them. Same goes for the stuff I write in here. I get an idea in my head that seems to come from nowhere, and then my only real task is to figure out the right words to convey that idea. Given all of this, I can certainly see why ancient writers spoke so often of the muse who gave them ideas and inspired them to write, because that is exactly how it feels. So that's my writing process, and I don't know what more to say about it. Except that the manuscript will go off to agents again this week, as well as to at least one publisher - where it will probably just sit in some slush pile - but you never know. I believe the Lord will bless me in this work, so long as I do the best work I can. I think I have this time around. I'm hoping and praying that some agents and publishers will think so too.
anything like that. They were just there. Scenes would simply appear in my mind, and as soon as I wrote them down, others would simply take their place, with no effort on my part whatsoever. In fact, it really seems as though the stories were in my head fully formed, and my only real task was to figure out how to get them down on paper in such a way that they would be intelligible to other people. That was the real hard part. Crafting the words in such a way that the vision in my head was interesting to others and could be understood by them. Same goes for the stuff I write in here. I get an idea in my head that seems to come from nowhere, and then my only real task is to figure out the right words to convey that idea. Given all of this, I can certainly see why ancient writers spoke so often of the muse who gave them ideas and inspired them to write, because that is exactly how it feels. So that's my writing process, and I don't know what more to say about it. Except that the manuscript will go off to agents again this week, as well as to at least one publisher - where it will probably just sit in some slush pile - but you never know. I believe the Lord will bless me in this work, so long as I do the best work I can. I think I have this time around. I'm hoping and praying that some agents and publishers will think so too.
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