writing a novel – words, words, words
I have kept close track of my progress during the writing of my novel.
I began writing my novel ‘Saving the Landing Church’ on November 1, 2012. By November 18, I had a short story of 14,432 words. After November 18, each day, before I saved the document, I took a word count. This helped me feel productive and let me decide when it was time to start editing the first draft. In the graph below, you can see the number of words I had on each day after November 18 (Day 1).
During the writing, I decided 60,000 words would be a good goal. At first, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to reach this many words. By December 9 (Day 22), I had reached 50,000 words, the story was almost told, and I knew I would reach my goal. Around Day 26, at a little less than 60,000 words, I was beginning to edit.
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I also made a graph to show how many words I wrote per day. My daily goal was 2000 words, as Stephen King recommends in his book On Writing (Schribner, 2000). Until my editing phase (beginning Day 26), my production was highly variable. However, I usually wrote more than 1000 words per day. I had four very productive days when I wrote more than 3000 words.
I hope this might help you to be aware of your productivity when writing.
I know that quantity does not equal quality. I also know that, during editing, my word count could begin to be in the negative. But, during the phase of producing the first draft, I do think the number of words is a useful indicator for a writer who wants to make progress on a particular project.
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
writing a novel – e-reader editing
So the poet is writing a novel…
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Title: unknown
Working Title: Saving the Landing Church
Setting: a writers’ retreat, including an abandoned church
Characters: main character a writer; her husband Tom; people from the embedded community including next door neighbors Emma and Mark; people from the commuter community; the aberrant community
Plot: the story of how a woman tries to preserve an abandoned church with unexpected consequences for herself and for the community
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I have finished my first draft!
This week, I am working on edits.
The writer’s discipline of producing something each day suits me most of the time. I characteristically accomplish enough in three or four hours of work to push back from the computer with a feeling of satisfaction.
Some days, it’s harder to focus. I find editing particularly hard. Perhaps because of the recent holidays, perhaps because it is so cold outside, this week I have been having trouble concentrating.
Yesterday, I discovered a way to make the editing easier!
Lately, I’ve been using my e-reader more and more for general reading. I thought, why not use it to read my own (draft) book?
I didn’t do any fancy work. I merely took my Word draft and saved it as a .pdf file. The first time I did this, the font was so tiny, I’d have to use a magnifier to read. So I experimented a little, and finally settled on the font Times New Roman, size 22, double-spaced. Once I made the font change in Word, I saved it as a .pdf file and copied it directly into my Kobo e-reader. There were a couple of glitches which I didn’t bother to fix. Some words transposed as bold (as you can see in the photo) and none of my italics made it through. But the book was very readable.
Today and yesterday, I have been editing in luxury. I have been sitting in my comfy chair, with a warm throw, a cup of tea and my Kobo. By having my draft in book format, I can see it as a book, read it with more ‘distance’ and more easily find the places I need to re-write or edit. I keep track of edits, page by page, in pen, on note paper. Of course, I’ll have to do the final edits at the computer, but that pain is somewhere in the future, made easier by the ‘Find’ feature in Word.
One step closer to completion!!!
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
blackberries as big as thimbles
snowfall and summer
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envy
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in the hammock
the snow rocks
gently, enthralled by
whispers
of fireflies
owl calls
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wind harasses
the pines
mutters them miserable
snow fall ceases
stars punctuate
indigo sky
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snow dwindles
shrinks and sublimates
the hammock cradles
a frail cadaver, swings
in obedience to
winter storm
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
Happy New Year from the 1910s
Happy New Year!
Once, in the 1910s, special wishes were sent on New Year’s Day via post card.
Today, I want to put these old post cards to good use again, using them to wish you the best possible in the coming year!!!!
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Copyright Jane Tims 2012
garbage day after Christmas
One change has occurred in our household during the last few years – Garbage Day after Christmas. Our garbage is collected at the roadside once per week, on Thursdays. We used to have at least three big bags of garbage after the frenzy of opening presents and discarding the wrapping paper. But, since I began wrapping presents in fabric, we have far less garbage after Christmas – no more extra bags of wrapping paper.
I disliked buying wrapping paper every year. We usually spent a lot of money on wrapping paper and were always running out. It seemed a waste of money and not very environmentally friendly.
A few years ago, I changed to fabric for wrapping. I waited for the sale on Christmas fabric at my local fabric store and bought several meters in various designs at about $2.00 per meter. I also bought a large amount of stretchy metallic chord and some pretty ribbon by the meter. I tore the fabric into different sizes, to cover a variety of gift sizes. I also tried hemming the fabric but I gave that up after tedium set in. We have never noticed the difference between hemmed and raw-edged fabric.
a variety of Christmas fabric
The challenge of using fabric is closing the fabric securely around the gift, since it’s important to make sure the packages don’t come undone. We tried various types of closures for the fabric-wrapped presents including tape (doesn’t stick), diaper pins (ugly) and plain ribbon (slippery). The best way to close the presents securely is to use lots of stretchy metallic chord, supplemented by ribbon.
lots of ribbon
a present held secure with stretchy chord
To secure tags is easy. I use cut up Christmas cards for tags (I have enough card tags to last us 20 years at the current rate of gift-giving). I secure the tags by tucking them securely under the ribbon or chord, or by punching a hole in the tag and securing it with string or ribbon.
tags are easy to add
I asked a few people what they liked best about unwrapping paper-wrapped presents, and they always say the sound of the paper crinkling and tearing is a factor. So this year, I included a thin wrapping of tissue paper with each gift, at a fraction of the cost of wrapping paper.
I now include one layer of tissue paper inside to add to the enjoyment of opening the gift
I think it takes a little longer to wrap gifts using fabric, but, to me, they are just as pretty.
The method pays for itself within 2 or 3 years. You do have to ask friends and relatives to return the fabric and ribbon after they have unwrapped their presents!!!
fabric-wrapped gifts under the tree – a couple of paper-wrapped presents are hiding out among the fabric-wrapped gifts … can you spot them????
Copyright Jane Tims 2012
toasting marshmallows and singing around the fire
I hope you had a lovely Christmas Day.
For me, Christmas is not just a single day, but a celebration lasting until Epiphany (January 6). So, I keep all my decorations up until then (including the tree if it doesn’t get too dry).
One of my favorite decorations is my set of Buyers Choice carolers. These two are enjoying Boxing Day, toasting marshmallows and singing by the fire.
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Copyright Jane Tims 2012
Merry Christmas from our mouse!
Merry Christmas everyone!
I spent some of today making a small celebration for our mouse. Years ago, I painted a black mouse entryway on the wall at the foot of our stairs. I always keep a little stuffed mouse beside the painted hole.
Tonight, he has his own Christmas tree (with a tree skirt and a working string of lights) and a wreath over his door.
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Merry Christmas from our mouse!!! and from us!!!
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Copyright Jane Tims 2012
writing a novel – another look at old churches
As I write my novel, I am amazed at how many instances of abandoned churches I have encountered in my life. I have come to think that I live at a time that will be remembered for a great turnover in our churches. With the need for energy efficiency and financial stability, congregations are actively seeking the ideal ‘place’.
I understand why this should be so. But I still love the idealized rural church of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries.
Earlier this month, we took a drive to Saint Martins. Near Garnett Settlement, we saw yet another re-purposed church.
This one was abandoned a few years ago, after there were only four parishioners to keep it going. It was sold and has been turned into a country treasures gift store called the ‘Old Fangled Steeple’.
The church still has almost all of its stained glass windows intact.
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For some beautiful images of abandoned churches, have a look at:
http://pinterest.com/patiluhayes/old-churches/
For a rather sad tour of the inside of some abandoned churches, see:
http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/news-abandoned-churches?image=23
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Copyright Jane Tims 2012
by the frozen lake, next year
It’s mild here today and we are expecting lots of snow. I’m working on my novel, doing edits.
I want this post to include an excerpt from my work, so I have chosen a wintry bit.
In this excerpt, the protagonist, Sadie, and her husband are near the edge of the lake, on the property they have bought. They’re planning to bring the Landing Church to this location, to build a writer’s retreat.
Sadie’s husband, Tom, isn’t well. He’s dying. His way of coping is to be a stoic, to face his death as inevitable, and to plan his wife’s life out for her. Usually, he talks about what she’ll be doing this time next year. Until now, he’s refused to include himself in any talk of the future. But, as the novel progresses, his thinking is changing.
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The lake, in the grip of November, had frozen to plates of glass, interrupted by pebbly bands where the wind mixed snow into the surface of the ice. The distant shore presented itself in silhouette, an indigo strip between the lake and the brighter sky. The dark images of trees were frozen into the surface of the ice. The air was crisp, but we sat, as we did in summer, on the bench by the lake’s edge.
‘Next year,’ said Tom, ‘we’ll clear the ice for skating. And we’ll build a bonfire, here by the shore. There’s certainly enough dead wood to fuel it.’
I sat still, watching the lake and thinking about Tom’s words – ‘next year’ and ‘we’. These words were so different from what he would have said, even three weeks ago. Ordinarily, he’d be making plans for me alone. Ordinarily, he’d have said ’Next year, you’ll clear the ice for skating.’
We sat in silence, as we always did, just watching the lake. Tom probably didn’t notice how thoughtful I’d become. I wondered how I’d missed it, this transition from ‘no future’ to ‘plans for tomorrow’. Plans to be shared by us both. My hands began to tremble.
To distract myself, I found a flat stone embedded in the frost at my feet. I stood, moving a little closer to the edge of the lake. I turned my arm and cradled the stone in my hand. I pulled my arm back and propelled the stone toward the ice. It hit with a clear ping and bounced across the surface, leaving a line of clear notes in its wake. I tried another one. It sang a semi-tone higher, and the ice vibrated between the crisp air and the ice-cold water below. Tom bent and loosened another flat stone from the ground. He stood beside me. In another minute, the ice was ringing with the song of skipping stones.
We’d soon depleted the shore of every loose flat rock. The lake was still and silent. No note remained in its repertoire. The ice in front of us was littered with flat grey stones.
‘No skating this year,’ said Tom. ‘We’ve planted enough trippers to last into next spring.’
We turned from the lake and followed the path back to the field. As we navigated the alders and rounded a corner, we came suddenly on a sturdy bush of bright red berries. ‘Look, Sadie. Winterberry holly,’ said Tom. ‘It usually grows by the lake, but here it is, in our field. Our very own burning bush.’
The bush glowed with orange-red berries, set off by bronze-colored leaves, not yet fallen. In the silver and grey of the thicket, it was a gift…
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If you have any comments, good or bad, about this piece of writing, let me know. Is there anything you don’t understand? I there anything I could better explain? Have you ever skipped stones on the ice of a lake or pond?
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Copyright Jane Tims 2012
writing a novel – segues
So the poet is writing a novel…
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Title: unknown
Working Title: Saving the Landing Church
Setting: a writers’ retreat, includes an abandoned church
Characters: main character a writer; people from the embedded community; people from the commuter community; the aberrant community
Plot: the story of how a woman tries to preserve an abandoned church with unexpected consequences for herself and for the community
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I’ve been working on my novel since the beginning of November, and I’ve made significant progress. I’ve been aiming for about 60,000 words and I now have about 57,000 words. I would say I have a completed first draft.
Now comes the work of editing. I’ll edit for grammar and spelling errors, of course, but also for content. I have several sub-plots to contend with, so I have to make sure each of these tells a coherent story and flows through the novel.
One of the main edits I will do is to try to help the reader follow the story easily by making sure the ideas flow easily from one to another. When I write in draft, I often leap forward in my thinking, the transitions lost somewhere in the synapses of my brain. In the editing stage, I’ll have to supply these transitions.
So, as I edit, I’ll work paragraph by paragraph to provide a transition or segue between paragraphs. I learned a lot about this in university when I was working on essays for my history degree. Professors were always looking for segues to help the arguments flow smoothly. I got used to starting paragraphs with phrases like: ‘In order to accomplish this…’ or ‘After the king died…’ or ‘Before the final decision to build a new school in the community was made…’.
Segues in a formal essay are fairly easy, since there is usually a progression to arguing a thesis. In a novel, the segues are more about making sure ideas don’t come in from the blue. Shifting ideas and themes too quickly will confuse everyone and cause the reader to lose interest. Segues also help the writer to make sure threads are not dropped and the thoughts of the main character are logical.
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At the risk of terrifying myself, I’ll give you an example of the way I transition from one paragraph to the next. This particular scene from the novel describes a drive home, after an evening get-together with a friend named Oliver. I have underlined the segues. To see the effect of including the segue, just read the paragraphs with and without the underlined parts.
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… I gave Oliver a quick hug and ran outside, into the wind and rain.
The storm worsened as I drove home along the Bay. The rain was brutal, as though I drove through a cosmic car wash. I needed faster wiper blades and a second pair of eyes. As though the rain wasn’t hazard enough, the wind blew in frantic gusts and pushed against the side of the Blazer. I hung on to the wheel with both hands, but the SUV swerved in the narrow road. I drove even more slowly. Handfuls of leaves tumbled across the pavement ahead and broken branches reached from the ditches into the roadway.
To cut my driving time in the storm, I took the ferry to Westfield. As I drove down the ramp and on to the ferry, the operator came to the car window to bellow something at me. I rolled the window down a crack to hear and the storm tried to crawl into the vehicle with me.
‘Good thing you got here when you did,’ shouted the operator. ‘I’m shutting down on the other side. The wind is too high. Too much water on the deck.’
In the pale wash of the running lights I could see the river sloshing across the metal platform. Waves crashed against the sides of the ferry, chased by a fine white spray.
In spite of all the water, we made the crossing safely, and I arrived home after midnight, overloaded with adrenaline from trying to see the road, and full of coffee and cake from my dinner with Oliver…
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When you write, do you try to include transitioning in your work?
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these ferries run low in the water and in storms the waves slosh over the sides
Copyright Jane Tims 2012
