{"id":576,"date":"2015-11-20T23:12:56","date_gmt":"2015-11-20T23:12:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gerald-hornsby.com\/blog\/?p=576"},"modified":"2015-11-20T23:12:56","modified_gmt":"2015-11-20T23:12:56","slug":"hitting-the-wall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gerald-hornsby.com\/blog\/2015\/11\/20\/hitting-the-wall\/","title":{"rendered":"Hitting the wall"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p1\">Hello. I\u2019m Gerald, and I write. I write lots. In my Works In Progress spreadsheet, I have 36 titles. Yes, 36. Over 1.1 million words. But out of all those words and titles, I have only 4 finished first drafts containing just over 200,000 words.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Really? Are you kidding me? What\u2019s going on?<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">You may well ask. A lot of those unfinished titles were written as part of NaNoWriMo.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">So, the big question is: why do I have so much trouble actually finishing off my novels? And the truth is: I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">However &#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">I\u2019m not alone.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">I watched an hour-long programme on TV about Ian Rankin (he writes crime novels, and one of his main characters is John Rebus, just for information). He\u2019s very famous. Very prolific. And Scottish. But that\u2019s nothin\u2019 to do with nothin\u2019.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">There was this one little bit, where he shouted down from upstairs when he was writing. He was fed up, depressed. His wife said: \u201cIt\u2019s page 163.\u201d It might have not been 163. It might have been 263. I don\u2019t know. But it was about 3\/4 of the way through the novel. \u201cThis happens every time,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Cut to closeup of Ian Rankin. Looking very depressed. <strong>\u201cI hate this book,\u201d<\/strong> he said. Again, I might have paraphrased.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">But the key thing here is: even a prolific author like Ian Rankin suffers from <strong>Three-Quarter Syndrome<\/strong>. Or <strong>TQS<\/strong>. There. I named it.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">And during this NaNoWriMo, there was a guest post from Neil Gaiman. He\u2019s a writer, too. Here it is:<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><a href=\"http:\/\/nanowrimo.org\/pep-talks\/neil-gaiman\">http:\/\/nanowrimo.org\/pep-talks\/neil-gaiman<\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">The key extract here:<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><i>The last novel I wrote (it was ANANSI BOYS, in case you were wondering) when I got three-quarters of the way through I called my agent. I told her how stupid I felt writing something no-one would ever want to read, how thin the characters were, how pointless the plot. I strongly suggested that I was ready to abandon this book and write something else instead, or perhaps I could abandon the book and take up a new life as a landscape gardener, bank-robber, short-order cook or marine biologist. And instead of sympathising or agreeing with me, or blasting me forward with a wave of enthusiasm\u2014or even arguing with me\u2014she simply said, suspiciously cheerfully, \u201cOh, you\u2019re at that part of the book, are you?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><i>I was shocked. \u201cYou mean I\u2019ve done this before?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><i>\u201cYou don\u2019t remember?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><i>\u201cNot really.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><i>\u201cOh yes,\u201d she said. \u201cYou do this every time you write a novel. But so do all my other clients.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">So there you have it. That feeling you\u2019re having just now? Ian Rankin and Neil Gaiman have it, as do scores of other writers. The feeling is that your novel is poor, pointless, not worth completing.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">And I\u2019ve been there, too. Lots of times. But the difference this year? I knew about it beforehand. I was expecting it. Goddamn it, I even gave it a TLA (Three Letter Acronym).<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">So, we\u2019re all sitting in this cess pool of writing. We\u2019re about 3\/4 of the way through. <strong>HOW THE HELL DO I FINISH THIS THING?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">First thing &#8211; there is no magic bullet, alas. I\u2019m sorry. No one is going to come and sprinkle fairy dust on your laptop keyboard, making the words appear magically on your screen.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">So, you have to write. You have to grit your teeth. You have to have an idea of where your story is going.\u00a0But you really have to sit down, and type words. Not just random, fairy dust words, but words that move your story on, scene by scene, line by line. Find out what you like writing. Is it long and rambling descriptions of landscapes? Do it. Is it fractious and tetchy conversations between two characters? Do it. Is it an account of a journey in a 2,000 horse-power Einstein machine? Do it. As long as it moves the story towards that ending.\u00a0You can even write the ending now. No, seriously, you can. Write that final scene, the one everything\u2019s been leading up to. I\u2019ve done this, and then worked backwards. That worked for me. But you have to write. No one&#8217;s going to write it for you.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Because it gets easier. Honestly. I have found this many, many times. Break through this stupid wall, this word-desert, because this is where typists give up, and writers carry on. You want to tell this story. You NEED to tell this story. It\u2019s in your head, and if you don\u2019t get it out, it\u2019s going to make your brain explode. No, really. See if it doesn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><strong>SO WRITE THE DAMNED STORY.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hello. I\u2019m Gerald, and I write. I write lots. In my Works In Progress spreadsheet, I have 36 titles. Yes, 36. Over 1.1 million words. But out of all those words and titles, I have only 4 finished first drafts containing just over 200,000 words. Really? Are you kidding me? What\u2019s going on? 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