Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Moments of Utter Joy
I'm knee-deep in my current novel. It feels like the edits are endless, and sometimes I revise myself into pretty interesting situations. It's my first go at editing a novel, and I'm racking up experience points and brain bruises pretty quickly.
Sometimes, when it's disheartening, I take a step away.
And another step.
And then I slam my head on the wall.
And then I run to my readers and complain. And weep.
They comfort me.
And then I turn around and face everything I've ever known and ever loved--the books I cling to when I need a story. When I need a new world. When I need hope. Those same books which pushed me towards writing to begin with. And I sit there with them. With the characters.
I fall into the story and experience all of the love and sadness and pain right along with them.
While I was working one day, I thought to myself, "Why am I so drawn to this story? Why is my heart so attached? Why do I cry during this part... and why do I want to BE there for that part?"
And then I scribbled on a post-it note. It's those moments. Each of them separately and each of them paired together.
Moments of utter joy.
Moments of triumph.
Moments of despair.
Not glimpses of happiness or an underlying feeling of goodness throughout. The sharp points a reader doesn't expect but so desperately wants.
The spectrum is huge. I only wrote three, but there are so many more. But what I'm drawn to--what I cling to--are these three things. In any order. And repeated.
I went back to my own novel and realized it was pretty... muted. Like the flat horizon line on the ocean. The feelings were happy, cheerful, sad, distraught... everything we feel but everything that isn't particularly memorable. My story didn't have that punch. My character didn't have her moment of utter joy. And this character? She needs it. She needs it like I need it.
I'm still working on editing this book. In fact, it's what I should be doing right now...
It'll get there. I'll add that punch.