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Writing Organically

In the course of speaking about my books, I often tell people that I write “organically.”  And I’m not the only one; I have friends who use the same term when speaking of their own work.  But what does this really mean?

Look up “organic” in the dictionary, and among the several definitions listed there you get the following:  “Forming an integral element of a whole; fundamental” and “having systematic coordination of parts” and “having the characteristics of an organism; developing in the manner of a living plant or animal.”  When speaking of my writing, I actually use the word to describe a process that combines all three of these definitions.  At this point I realize that I’m muddying the waters more than clarifying them, but bear with me.

I outline when I write, thus providing some framework for my narrative and and the evolution of my characters as I procede through a book.  But I don’t outline so much that I actually know exactly what’s going to happen at every point in the novel.  Far from it.  I’ll write down maybe a paragraph for each chapter.  Three or four sentences.  “Character 1 goes to this place.  S/he finds such and such.  This other character shows up.  They get a bite to eat.”  That sort of thing (although hopefully more interesting….)  The rest of the plotting, character development, etc. happens as I write.  And yes, it happens organically.

I know, I know.  I still haven’t said what this means.  This is where it all gets a bit mystical.  When I’m writing, my storylines and the rest just sort of happen.  I can explain this any number of ways:  my characters assert themselves and carry the plot in directions of their choosing; the narrative presents itself to me and I basically transcribe it into book form; subliminally I know what’s going to happen at every point in the book, but I don’t realize that I know this until I actually write it.  As it happens though, none of these explanations is exactly right; and at the same time every one of them is true to some degree.

I know where my books are going from the very beginning — the day I write page one I already know how the book is going to end.  But I have little idea of how I’m going to get from point A to point Z.  Every day that I write, I discover just a little bit more about the story I’m telling and the people I’m writing about.  For example, this past week I needed to write a scene in which a group of Mettai sorcerers use their magic in a battle, and though this magic helps win the conflict, it also has terrible unforeseen consequences.  I knew all of that going in.  But I didn’t know what magic they would use, how this would work against the enemy, or what the unintended consequences would be.  I actually tried to think it through before I wrote the scene and couldn’t.  So I just started writing.  Soon my characters told me which magic they’d use and why.  From there I realized what would happen at the end of the scene.  And this ending fit in perfectly with something I’d set up in the narrative literally two books ago.

Remember those definitions?  “Forming an integral element of a whole; fundamental”; “having systematic coordination of parts”; and “having the characteristics of an organism; developing in the manner of a living plant or animal.”  They’re all there.  The solution to the battle scene problem came to me not because I tried to impose an answer on the narrative, but rather because I let it flow out of what had come before.  Had I tried to force something, chances are it wouldn’t have worked.  Instead, I listened to my characters, or, if you prefer, I allowed the narrative to unfold as it was supposed to, or, I knew what had to happen and just had to be patient with myself until I “remembered”.  Whatever.  To my mind, the best way to explain it is to say that it grew out of what I’d already done and laid the foundation for what needs to come next.  That’s why it worked so well and connected seamlessly with elements of the story that had been established long before.

That’s organic writing.  I begin with the fundamental elements of storytelling:  a setting for my story, characters, and a basic narrative of the events that take us from point A to point Z.  Then, rather than deciding from the outset how each of these elements is going to develop during the course of the story, I mix them together, in this case by beginning to write without a crystal clear sense of where it’s all going.  My characters interact with each other, with the world I’ve created, with the conflicts and dramas that I’ve thrown in their path.  In other words, the various parts of my story develop symbiotically, feeding off one another, enhancing each other.  The story becomes something more than the sum of its parts.  It awakens, grows, and even appears to take on a mind of its own.  As an author, I can never entirely cede control of my story to this creature I’ve created, but neither can I make it do everything I want it to. 

Pick your metaphor here:  If I’m building a house, I have to follow the blueprint and stay within the external walls.  But if the flow works better with a room moved here, or a wall eliminated there, so be it. Or…..

If I’m gardening, I don’t want to let the cantaloupes overflow their plot and take over where the beans or tomatoes have been planted.  But I can let them roam a bit, give them room to climb up a fence here or wind around a pole there.  Or….

If I’m raising a child, I can’t allow her to live her life without any limits, without any guidance.  But I have to give her the freedom to explore who she is, how she wishes to express her individuality, what she wants to make of her life.

So it is with writing a book.  Develop the fundamental elements, bring them together and allow them to interact, and give them the freedom to grow and evolve on their own.  When I speak of writing organically, that’s what I mean.

The Writing Imperative

About eleven years ago, after my father died, my siblings and I were going through the apartment in which he and my mother had lived the last few years of their lives, when we found the first books I ever wrote.  One of them was called “Jim, The Talking Fish.”  On the cover, under the title and a picture of a green fish saying “Hi”, it says “writen [sic] and illustrated by David Coe.”  The dedication reads “To Dad, who tought [sic] me to play Baseball well.”  The book is “bound” with a piece of yellow yarn.  The other volume we found, which I’ve misplaced, was a book about a pair of eagles who fight off a hunter.  They might have been able to talk, too.  Seems I was in the creatures-that-shouldn’t-be-able-to-talk-but-can phase of my artistic development.  I’m guessing that I was five or six when I wrote them.

Okay, a few notes here.  First off, in the interest of full disclosure I’m guessing that I since I couldn’t spell “written” or “taught” that someone helped me out with “illustrated.”  Second, on the whole “Dad taught me how to play baseball well thing”: my Dad was a stockbroker and must have been in his late forties when I wrote that dedication (he was 43 when I was born).  I think this probably explains why I never fulfilled my dream of making it to the big leagues.  And finally, even back then I was far better at writing than illustrating.  I’m not going to scan in my drawings; you’ll have to take my word for it.

I’m asked quite often when I knew that I wanted to be a writer.  The short answer is that I always knew (my delusionary baseball dreams notwithstanding).  These two books were by no means the only ones my siblings and I found — they were just the first.   There are other novels, as well as nonfiction books on birds, space, volcanoes — pretty much anything I thought was cool.  But the fiction was what I loved most.  I wrote stories constantly, some of them quite funny, many of them utterly bizarre.  I remember being in second, third, and fourth grade and wishing that we could skip math, science, spelling, and the rest, and just spend all of our time writing.

When I was in junior high I developed a habit that persists to this day.  Whenever I experience something — a funny moment shared with friends, a beautiful sunset, some emotional trauma — I begin to write it in my head.  I look for ways to recreate the moment as narrative.  I imagine how I might write the “character” I’m with at the time.  As I say, I started doing this years ago, around the time I was my older daughter’s age.  I always thought I was odd in this way (as in so many others), that I was the only person who did stuff like this.  Turns out, this is fairly typical.  Lots of my writer friends did the same thing as kids, and still do to this day.

The other thing I’ve done off and on for all of my adolescent and adult life is keep a journal.  I haven’t always been diligent about it, and over years the format of my journal has changed.  In high school, college and graduate school I used a notebook and pen — simple, easily portable.  Later I started keeping a computer journal.  Today I blog.  But the impulse has always been the same:  I am driven to write down my observations, descriptions of places I’ve seen, emotional responses to things going on in my life.  And to this day, whenever I travel I bring a notebook and a pen.

Catie, Misty, Faith, and I have spent a good deal of time here at Magical Words writing about the challenges that writers face, be they artistic or financial.  This is a tough way to make a living, as you’ve heard from us time and again.  But we always conclude by saying that a) we love it, and b) we write because we have to, because writing is in our blood.  At RavenCon last weekend several of us on a panel about the business of writing gave this advice to people thinking about a writing career (I’ll paraphrase):  If you’re looking at a career in writing because you think it might be fun and an easy way to make some money, think again; if you’re thinking about a career in writing because you can’t imagine doing anything else, and because stories and characters are clamoring to get out of your head and onto paper, then it won’t matter that the money sucks and the work is hard.

I remember how cool it was when my brothers, sister, and I found that eagle book and “Jim, The Talking Fish.”  It was a light moment in the midst of a long, sad process.  But I didn’t need to see those first books to know that I’d been destined to be a writer all my life.  I’ve been looking at the world through a writer’s eyes for as long as I can remember.

What about the rest of you?  How did your love of the written word first manifest itself?  What was the first “book” you wrote?

Career Restlessness

I attended RavenCon in Richmond, Virginia this past weekend and had a great time.  Saw some old friends and met several new ones, sat in on some interesting panel discussions, and even managed to sell a few books.

We’ve blogged here before about cons, and about the purposes they serve for us professionally, so I won’t go into that again.  Usually, though, I come home from a con feeling one of two ways.  Either I’ll have spent the weekend talking shop with friends and thinking about work in new ways, in which case I’ll come home completely energized, or I’ll have a disappointing con and arrive home somewhat dispirited.  But this weekend I seem to have discovered what for me is a new post-convention emotional dynamic (oh, joy…).

As I say, I had a good con, so I’m certainly not depressed or sapped of energy.  But I don’t feel particularly energized, either.  Instead, I feel restless.

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A Holiday for Storytellers

Hi, all.  David here.  Faith and I have switched days for a while.  She’ll be posting on Wednesdays for the foreseeable future.

This past weekend marked the beginning of the Jewish holiday of Passover (also known as Pesach).  I’m Jewish, but I wasn’t raised in a religious household.  My parents, siblings, and I didn’t go to temple, we didn’t observe Yom Kippur, which is the holiest of Jewish holidays, we actually celebrated Christmas rather than Hanukkah, because it was more convenient.  But every year we went to a Passover Seder at my aunt’s house, and even when I was young, I looked forward to Passover.  As I’ve grown older it has surpassed all other holidays to become my favorite.

Why?  Because, like Thanksgiving, it’s a holiday that revolves around family and food, two of my favorite things.  And because it is entirely about shared history, about storytelling as a way of reinforcing heritage and tradition, and about using symbols and metaphor to reinforce that storytelling.  Passover is, in short, a holiday that is made for writers.

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My Shiny New Toy

In yesterday’s post, Catie made reference to “new shiny ideas.”  Great phrase that, because it is SO true.

People often ask me what I’m working on, usually in the context of trying to figure out if the sequel to that book they’ve just bought, or are in the middle of reading, is going to be available any time soon.  More often than not, they’re surprised to learn that I’m a book ahead of them, that in fact I’m already writing the third book in the sequence or the first book of a new project.

It is a fact of the publishing world that for most of us, particularly those of us who are midlist authors, our books appear in print a good year or so after we’ve finished writing them.  There are many steps in the publishing process.  Writing the book, of course.  But then there’s the edit/revision process I go through with my editor; the copyediting, which I need to go over before the book goes to press; the checking of page-proofs for typos; not to mention the other things going on simultaneously:  jacket art, maps, pre-production publicity, etc.  It’s a complicated process and it takes time.  So by the time my book comes out, I’ve pretty much written the next one and have moved on to the one after that.

What’s my point?  Ha ha!  You assume I have one!  Well, yeah, okay.  I have a point.

I’m currently writing the third book of my Blood of the Southlands trilogy.  I’ve only just started it, but I expect to have it done in another five or six months.  It being the third book of my trilogy (and me being a writer who actually writes trilogies that are only three books long), I need to have something in mind to write next.  The book might be in production for a year, but as I’ve said, that doesn’t mean that I won’t spend that year writing something else.  And that something else is going to be brand-spanking-new.

That’s where the shiny comes in.  I already know what I’m going to be writing.  I’ve done most of the worldbuilding.  I’ve started to map out the first book.  I’ve developed characters.  I’ve even written a short story set in this new world that I recently sold to Black Gate Magazine.  It should be out later this year.  (Yay!)  I love this new world.  I want to play with it.  I want to immerse myself in it and meet the other characters waiting for me there.  I want to see where this first plot line takes me and discover other places in the world that I haven’t yet explored .

But I have this other book to write.

You ever buy yourself a new toy — a new camera, for instance, or a new stereo component, or a new computer?  And you bought it not because the other, older one had died, but because it was getting rickety and wasn’t doing for you all the things you wanted it to, all the things you knew this new one could do.  The last thing you want to do is go home, put the new toy aside, and go back to playing with the old one, right?  You want to play with your new toy, damnit!

That’s how I felt when I was writing book three of my LonTobyn Chronicle.  I already had an idea of what I wanted to do with Winds of the Forelands and I couldn’t wait to get to it.  But I had to.  It’s how I felt when I was finishing Winds of the Forelands and was starting to map out the contemporary fantasy that I’ve started and am still trying to sell.  And it’s how I feel now.  I know that I have to finish Blood of the Southlands.  I actually feel good about the way the third book has started; I think it will be a fun and satisfying conclusion to the series.  Really.  I do.  So . . . uh . . . you want to write it for me?

Because I want to play with my new toy!!  It’s not that I don’t like Blood of the Southlands.  I do.  I love it.  THE SORCERERS’ PLAGUE was great fun to write and THE HORSEMEN’S GAMBIT, which has recently gone into production, might well be the best thing I’ve ever written.  I love these books, including this new one, just like I love all the books I write.  But the world isn’t as fresh for me as it was, the plot line doesn’t hold as many surprises.  The characters are old friends and I still care for them, but I want to meet someone new, someone exciting, someone who will fill me with passion.  Again.  (I don’t have mid-life crises, I have mid-series crises….) 

I have a great new shiny idea.  But I can’t play with it until I finish my last great new shiny idea.  Yeah, there are worse things.  But right now it’s buggin’ me a little.  Or had you noticed?

So What’s Good About Being a Writer?

We’ve been focused a lot in recent days on the challenges inherent in a writing career.  Catie, with her usual eloquence and wit and style, has given us a sense of what it feels like to struggle with a book that’s more than half done; to confront that crucial scene that’s screaming to be written but isn’t quite ready to emerge.  I’ve been fighting with the opening pages of my own project, trying to overcome the inertia of the blank screen.  Misty has been enjoying the brilliant reviews her work has received, but she’s also dealing with the occasional bad review and the emotional cost even one bad critique can exact from a new writer.  And two days ago Faith wrote a wonderful post about the physical toll of fighting one’s way through a book.

The response to these posts has been great, and we’re glad to hear from people who tell us that they appreciate our honesty.  Professionals struggle with this stuff every day, and that can be a comforting thought for those who haven’t yet made that first sale, but who are already fighting the good fight.

But there’s got to be more, right?  We keep on posting all this stuff about how hard it is to write, but then we say, “But I love it.  I wouldn’t want to do anything else.”  Okay.  Why?  If the brochures all read, “Be a Writer!  Put Your Butt in the Chair!” we probably wouldn’t have too many writers out there.  So I guess the point of today’s post is (with apologies to Johnny Mercer) to accentuate the positive.

Or, put another way, what do I love about being a writer?

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Friday Fun: Joshua Palmatier!

Happy Friday, everyone! Please join me in welcoming Joshua Palmatier to the blog today! *wild applause*

Hey, everyone! I first want to thank everyone here at Magical Words for the guest blogging invite. Hopefully I’ll have something important to say. Or at least something of interest.

First, an introduction: My name is Joshua Palmatier and I’m a fantasy author, with three books currently out from DAW Books. All three are part of the Throne of Amenkor series. The first is called The Skewed Throne and introduces my main character, Varis, an orphan who’s barely surviving in the slums of Amenkor, but who gets trained by one of the city’s Seekers to become an assassin. She comes to despise her talents and then is given the ultimate mark: the Mistress, ruler of the city, who sits on the Skewed Throne. Her only obstacle is the Skewed Throne itself. It knows Varis is coming . . . and it’s insane.

Bwahahahahahahahaha!

I couldn’t resist the evil laugh. *grin* John Scalzi said I write about disturbed furniture . . . and he’s right. *sigh* But there are plenty of other things going on as well—an invading sea force! blue people! an inexplicable White Fire! and of course, death and destruction! Pretty much everyone who had to sum up my novels in one word used “gritty”. The cover for the third novel:

The Vacant Throne

gives you a pretty good vibe of what the series is all about. If you’d like to see more about the Throne of Amenkor series, including the two sequels The Cracked Throne and The Vacant Throne, check out my website at www.joshuapalmatier.com.

But enough about me and my books! I want to talk about something nearly every magical world needs, something completely non-controversial and guaranteed to create no waves: religion! Specifically, I’d like to talk about inventing a religion for you world. [Read more →]

A Writer’s Selection of Music for Writing

Looking back on my recent posts, I see that I’ve been Very Serious in every one of them, which really isn’t like me at all.  I guess this has been a Serious Time.  Lots of work, much of it not very much fun, sick kids, friends going through hard times.  Serious stuff.  But I want to do something fun this week, if for no other reason than because I need to, for my own well being.

So…..

I’ve posted before, elsewhere, about how important music is to my work.  When I’m writing a book, I have to have music on.  And not just any music.  I don’t do real well listening to rock or pop in any of its incarnations, mostly because I find that lyrics throw me off.  The last thing I need when I’m writing is someone else’s words kicking around in my head, repeating themselves in melodic, catchy little phrases. 

I also can’t listen to classical music.  Too static.  Our best friends here in town are both musicians and music professors.  They’re both into classical music and they’ve introduced Nancy and me to some wonderful performances.  I enjoy classical; Nancy and I went to hear the Nashville Symphony a couple of weeks ago and had a great time.  But when I’ve tried writing to classical, I’ve found it stultifying.  For me it’s like trying to do gymnastics in a tie and jacket.  It just doesn’t work.

So what does work?  Instrumental music with a strong improvisational element.  Specifically jazz and bluegrass.  I listen to a ton of both.  I find that listening to improvisation frees up my writing, helps me tap into a creative thread, almost as if I’m playing riffs right along with the musicians.  As I mentioned months ago in that previous post about music, when I used to play guitar more often than I do now I did a lot of instrumental soloing, and the feeling I get from writing on a good day is very much the same as I used to get from playing.  I have the sense that I’m in sync with a creative process that’s larger than just me.  And the music I listen to helps that along.

I know that some other writers are pretty picky about the music they listen to when writing, and that others feel they can’t have any music going at all.  I’d like to hear what you all listen to when you write, if anything.

But first, here are my top ten favorite discs to write to (in no particular order):

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We have a winner!

It was a tricky contest, and there were a lot of close guesses, but at the last minute, someone read the hints and pulled it out. So put your hands together, people, for our winner…. Beatriz

She correctly guessed that it was Faith, David, Catie and Misty.  Beatriz, I’ll get in touch offlist to arrange for your fabulous prize (well, maybe not fabulous, but it’s a prize!)

Thanks for playing, everyone! We’ll be having another quiz soon, so keep watching this spot for more Friday Fun. And please drop by this Friday, April 4, to spend some time with our marvelous guest blogger, Joshua Palmatier! He’s the author of the Throne of Amenkor series, and he’ll be discussing how to create a religion for your fantasy world. Don’t miss it!

Friday Fun Time!

It’s Friday! Woo hoo! In honor of getting to the weekend relatively unscathed, we at Magical Words are challenging you, our readers.

The four hosts of Magical Words were asked the following question:

“You’ve gone to the local coffee shop to indulge yourself for an hour. What do you order?”

Their answers are:

A. A large chai tea latte, non fat, with a couple shots of raspberry. A low fat coffee cake, either blueberry or cinnamon. Or a cinnamon Danish if I’ve been virtuous all week. Man…That is just sooo girlie. I shoulda said a black coffee, and added that I topped it off with a shot of brandy from a flask in my tote. I’ve done that before too, in my wilder younger days.

B. Coffee makes me jittery, hyper. My hands shake under the best of conditions; give me coffee and I’m a total wreck. I’d get a Chai Latte. And sugar. Must have sugar. A big soft oatmeal raisin cookie maybe. Or chocolate chip (also big; also soft). And because work has no place in this fantasy, I’d bring my laptop and spend the entire time cruising around Ebay.

C. I’ll order the darkest hot chocolate on the menu and spend the next two hours copyediting manuscripts. Hrm. That doesn’t sound much like indulging myself, does it?

D. A medium latte, no sugar and no flavoring, and a toffee bar, if they happen to be in stock. I swear, every baked goodie I fall in love with goes out of stock. I used to love pistachio muffins, but the coffee shop that sold them went out of business. Maybe I should publicly announce my love of bran-carrot-banana cake, just to watch it vanish, too.

So here’s the challenge - whose order is whose? Post in comments with your answer. The first person who guesses all four answers correctly (we’ll announce on Monday morning) will receive huge accolades and the pride of being our first winner. And maybe even a toy surprise if we can arrange it!

So start guessing, and have a great weekend!


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