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Let the work begin

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The calendar doesn’t lie, does it? Any way I look at it, my vacation is officially over, and that means it’s high time I got back to work. And by work, I mean working on my book. Editing.

When I finished writing my novel back in November, I followed those who know these things, their suggestion to put it aside for a while, to give me and it a rest. Six months is what “they” typically suggested. Really? What was I supposed to do for six months? Write another book? I settled on six weeks. Another broken rule to add to the pile of rules I’ve broken so far.

More than once it’s occurred to me that if I habitually ignore the rules promulgated in these “how to write a bestseller” books, one of two things is going to happen: Either my book will a) get published (despite breaking all the rules) or b) it won’t (because I broke all the rules). I suppose if it doesn’t get published, I could always write another book and follow all the rules and see if that works. But if it does get published, then it really comes down to what are rules but to be broken?

Rules or no rules, the six weeks were up last night. Today I start editing. Once again, those in the know say this is the stage where the real writing happens. I have to ask, what was it I was doing for the past seven years – fake writing? It seemed like real writing to me.

Time will tell.

Writing is fun. Editing is not. Writing is also hard work, but it’s fun. Editing is hard work and not fun. Although I’m a proofreader by trade, I am not an editor. I can do it, but it takes both sides of my brain in full gear, and that’s work. But regardless of how much I like or don’t like to edit, it’s got to be done. And quickly. I want the editing round done by the end of June, when I will be attending a historical novel conference and get to hob nob with agents and editors and fellow authors. One of the rules, and this one I do intend to follow: Don’t talk to agents unless your book is ready.

That means that while you are out solving the mysteries of the world this week, I will be hunting down all -ing verbs and –ly adverbs and trashing them all. No more “Bella looked longingly into his eyes.” No, now Bella gets to hold his gaze in hers. It’s going to be a tough week.

For your Monday morning listening pleasure, Steely Dan …

You can’t do both

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That chair I mentioned last time – the one where I sit and write – this is it. Pen and notebook at the ready, cup of tea at my side. The chair gives me a view of my roadside garden, and on the other side of the road, the neighbor’s field, where his two cows often come to ruminate and regurgitate. Above their heads, a bald eagle often hovers in the treetops. I easily get lost in the beauty of it all, sometimes for much longer than I should.

The reason I’ve planted my backside in the chair is to write, not stare at cows eating their curds and whey. This reminds me of Edna Ferber’s rule about writing. She was a well-known writer in her day, the author of “Giant” and “Cimarron” among others. She and I lived in the same town in Connecticut, albeit in different eras and, if the town had train tracks (train tracks? we didn’t even have a stop light), her place was above the tracks and mine way on the other side.

So when Edna moved to her new home, she placed her writing desk at an upstairs window overlooking the back gardens that happened to be occupied by several bronzed, bare-chested young men performing their landscaping duties. Undoubtedly, Edna found much pleasure in staring out the window, inevitably not doing a stitch of writing. That’s when she came up with her rule: If you want to be a gardener, desperate to get outside and put your hands in the dirt, go garden. But if you’re going to be a writer, then write. You can’t do both.

I say, why can’t you? It’s all about pacing. Sort of like Hemingway, who didn’t garden but did like to drink. His rule: Write in the morning and drink in the afternoon. I garden in the morning and write in the afternoon. If Hemingway could find room for both his passions, then so can I.

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This morning, for your listening pleasure, Aaron Neville with a couple of friends …

Breaking all the rules

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For your listening pleasure …

I am in detox. To tell you the truth, it’s not going so well.

The detox is from my book, which is what “they” say to do – they being the ones who write books that tell people like me what I should do when I write my first novel. I’ve read several of these “From Blank Page to NYT Bestseller” books. I am pretty sure they were all bestsellers.

My main takeaway from all my reading is I have been doing it all wrong. First – and this is at the blank page stage – they say, write, keep writing, don’t stop to edit, just write, write, write. Sadly, my brain doesn’t work that way. It’s in my blood to edit. So that was the first wrong thing. Far too much editing far too early in the game. The second thing they say is to keep the book to 100,000 words, definitely no more than 110,000. Mine is 221,000. Houston, we’ve got a problem.

I broke the latest rule yesterday. The pros say that once you’ve finished the first draft, put the book aside for a good chunk of time. Take a break and come back fresh. I settled on a six-week hiatus. I made it to six days. It’s like an addiction.

Or maybe a rut. The day after I finished the first draft (Day One of the six-week hiatus), I came home from my walk and looked at the chair I sit in to write and said, “Now, what do I do?”

It turns out plenty.

Not least of which was listening to more music. Just a little taste …

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Pinch me

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Cue Rocky Balboa at the top of the steps: Look ma, I did it. I really did it. Ma? Ma? You listening?

But I digress.

Call this my pat-on-the-back post. Be-ee-cause … drum roll …

I FINISHED WRITING MY BOOK!

Apologies for yelling, but that’s me up on the rooftop, shouting it to the world.

I began writing the book seven years ago. This is not my “Astral Weeks Live” book over to the right of your screen; I’m talking about my new book that I have been slaving over for seven years. Seven years, nine months and twelve days, to be exact. But who’s counting? Seven years is a long time. When I started writing the book, gas was $1.97 a gallon. Now I’m lucky if I can get it for under $4.

The story I tell is set in 1848 Ireland. That was the year of revolutions in Europe, the peasants versus the aristocracy, the poor versus the rich. Ireland had its own group of revolutionaries, called Young Ireland, who fought for their country’s independence from England. And that is the story I tell, all 221,000 words of it. Not quite “War and Peace” but getting there.

There was a time early on when I wasn’t sure I would finish it.

I had divided the book into four parts, representing the four seasons. Part 1 is spring, and that’s where I started. Four years later, I finally finished part 1. Even I can do the math on that. Four years times four parts equals sixteen years.

Sixteen years to write a book? Not to put too fine a point on it, but I’d be lucky to be alive in 16 years. It became my overarching goal: Finish the book before I die.

Ma, I did it! And it only took me seven years.

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