I'm of the E.M. Forester, "How can I know what I mean until I see
what I say?" school of writing.
Sometimes it sucks but I can’t write any other way. One discovery leads
to another discovery leads to another and I have to trust that these will lead
me, eventually, to a story. Of course, I’m thinking about structure as I do it.
I’m thinking about characters desires and I’m thinking about how all the
various elements fit together, but I’m always trying to be open to any and
every possibility that comes into my mind. Especially when I’m writing a first
draft.
I’m discovering my story. I get immense satisfaction from this struggle
to discover my story.
And this is why I find outlining and, particularly outlining that involves
formulas ( a lot of these out there) for writing ineffectual. They do work for some writers. There is
no one way to write, of course. But for me when I try to fit my writing into
some preconceived structure, I limit it. I force my story and my imagination to
conform to a certain path and this limits the possibilities of my story. I
diminish my story.
I need to think it all out on paper. Discover the story and the characters as I go and allow that
first draft to wander aimlessly in places. This means a lot of wrong turns and
a lot—a lot—of rewriting. I look
at my first drafts with suspicion and embarrassment, but that is my process and
the more I revise the closer I get to the real story I’m trying to tell. I need that embarrassing first draft to
get to my story.
It’s messy. I abandon manuscripts after thirty or forty pages sometimes
because I can see that my story doesn’t have the spark that draws new
discoveries. But once I get going, once I make discoveries that lead to other
discoveries, the errors, the wrong turns, the wanderings, eventually reveal my
story to me.
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