
Today's post comes with required reading:
Caroline’s post last week about writing after maternity leave. The original generated a really great discussion, in which a LOT of people talked about taking breaks from writing, life circumstances that make it hard to write (even if it's not about time), etc. Go on, read the post (and the comments) and then come back here, and let's get the discussion going again.
Done? Great!
As an example of how my writing has changed since teaching: my first novel took two years from first page to first draft, which clocked in at 100,000 words. (I eventually got it down to 88,600.) My current WIP is on track to take about six months for a first draft, and I'll be surprised if it breaks 50,000 words.
My priorities--and my patience--changed pretty drastically as a result of spending a year reading and writing with a gross of middle-schoolers. With my first novel, I wanted the story to unfold as organically as possible, and the world to be as fully-developed as possible. I had a cast of thousands, with subplots and back-stories for pretty much every character.
My current WIP is much more straightforward: I have a protagonist, and I care about
her. I have mental backstories for other characters, but I'm not the least concerned about getting them into the novel unless they directly impact what my main character wants to do. I have very few descriptions, and as little explaining as I can get away with. If there's information I need to get across that I don't think needs its own scene, I have no problem just telling the reader what I need them to know, instead of coming up with some elaborate means of showing them.
And the reason that's freaking me out, is that I
liked my first novel. I had a blast writing it, arranging it just-so, teasing out all the little bits and trying to make them fit together. When I step back and look at what I've done so far on my current book, it seems very thin and bare, and I start wanting to clutter it up a lot more. Doesn't the dad need a girlfriend? Should my main character get a crush on a boy? Wait, what if the best friend has some sort of secret disease that sheds light on my protagonist's problems? How does all of this affect the main character's relationship with her grandmother?
Whatever. That mental editor gets totally drowned out by the voices of my students. "There's so much going on I can't even tell what this book is about!" "How'm I supposed to keep track of who all these people are?" "If she wanted me to know that, why didn't she just say it?"
No one's read the new book yet, so I have no idea whether it's any good or not. I'm just trying to trust my instincts and keep believing that I know more now than I did when I was writing my last book. And reminding myself, over and over again, that if the first draft stinks I can fix it later.
So, that's my testimony. What do the rest of you think? How have the circumstances of your life changed what you write: not just processes and habits, but "topics and perspective and I-don't-know-what," as JenFW put it?
--Kathryne