Diary of Writing a Novel; Week Six
A hope awakens
Is it just me or is this weekly diary posting starting to make it feel like time is marching on inexorably making everything feel futile? Just me? Oh good.
We had a Writers SA workshop about Character Enneagrams. The Psychologist sitting next to me and I had some issues with the treating of these 9 archetypes as fact. When actually they are not backed by science. Nor is that Myers Briggs test we are all so fond of. These can be fun tools, helpful for character sketches or as a discussion point but to say someone has become a type by the time they are seven is just outdated. Let’s look to Norman Doidge rather than get bogged down in labels and letting an ancient system decide who we are for life. As a tool for writing, I think these archetypes are handy, especially for peripheral characters but I feel that to state that every character ever written and every human who has ever existed fits into these 9 types is wrong. Apparently, each type has “wings”(traits) from any of the other types that also make up the personality. So all mixed together. So really then there are no types after all, just a bunch of characteristics. You can just as easily go back to psych 101, look at the personality traits, see if any fit with your characters and decide for yourself what that looks like.
Test drove a BMW Electric Vehicle
Binged on Blacklist.
Sent off my article.
Did lots of things which I seem to be unable to recall. I cannot account for the fact it is now 12 pm and not a word written.
Okay internet off, Scrivener on. Terror sets in.
Nope, didn’t manage it. Found some other things I just had to do.
It is now 2pm, and I still haven’t written a word.
I want nothing more right now than to turn the computer off and go and curl up with a book.
1448 Words, kicking and screaming.
All sorts of nope.
Then I eventually sucked it up and wrote 1160.
It was all completely made up stuff that moves the story along. I may be getting somewhere.
Cautiously optimistic this morning that I can do some writing and that it might even be relevant to the book and its plot. Certainly not feeling the all-encompassing dread that has been accompanying any thoughts about writing the novel for the last week or so.
Ha, life will always find a way to interrupt. An important and meaningful moment of connection with a dear friend has derailed me but has also got me thinking about the importance of the lovely people we get to spend moments of our life with. I need to take a moment.
Well, 2109 words written and the exciting bit is that like yesterday were not just bastardised memories as most of the writing has been up to now. They were made up events, dialogue and people. We are moving out of memoir and into fiction. This feels really good.
So I started to open up Chrome this morning to check emails etc. and then I stopped myself and opened up Scrivener first instead. 2224 words written and I haven’t even had breakfast yet. I am going to now because I am hungry but damn. The whole discovering that when I put the words off, I could still write them in the afternoon was good to know but getting them done first thing feels fantastic. If I did that each day then I would have the afternoons free to correct and edit and start to construct the story properly. This morning’s writing was based on my experiences of depression and anxiety, but they were set up in the fictional world not just verbatim memoir, so it still counts, especially as it is very much part of the story.
I have paid work today. And of course, because I was booked to work at Carclew, my agent rang with some extra work on a film set. The extra work would have been fun, but I had already been booked by Carclew.
Either way no writing today.
Weeks total, 6041 words written of actual novel.
Thanks again for travelling with me. See you next week.