A Bit Of A Pause In Writing On The Novel For A Few Days

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I’m extremely moody when it comes to working on this novel, which is probably one of the reasons why it’s taken so fucking long to get this point. I went a whole year of not really working on it and now, all of a sudden, I feel a huge urge to finish a new version as fast as possible.

But, for the next few days — maybe until about Saturday – Sunday — I’m probably going to just stare out into space instead of get any writing done. A number of things have come together at the same time between now and then to the point that it’s kind of pointless to try to write.

And, yet, once all that stuff is wrapped up, I think I’ll come roaring back and write a lot.

One thing I have accept is I have a lot — A LOT of rewriting to do in the coming days. I’ve finally admitted to myself that I can’t just breeze my way through a lot of scenes that are just good enough — I’m going to have to actually rewrite them to take them to the next level.

Thankfully, I have AI to lean on. That’s really helping me a lot to speed up my writing as well as to write better scene summaries to use as a jumping off point to write scenes in the first place.

We All (Hopefully) Grow Old & Mature

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

There was a moment in my life when I would have gotten really excited about how OpenAI is in the market for a Twitter-like service and tried to pitch my idea for one to them.

But, alas, I’m FINALLY old enough to realize that’s a fool’s errand. It’s not like Sam Altman would actually take my idea seriously, even if it’s really, really good. I have to just accept my lot in life and realize that the only way I’m ever going to “make it big” — if I ever do — is to sell a novel.

That’s it. That’s all I got.

And even if that happens, the whole context of “making it big” will be different than what I hoped for as a young man. I thought I could run around NYC banging 24-year-olds, drinking too much and generally being a bon vivant. But, alas, that’s just not in the cards for me.

I’ll be lucky if I can survive long enough to get to the point that I can sell a novel, much less it be a huge success of some sort. I just have to accept the new limits of my life because of my age.

Of course, if the Singularity happens and we all get to live to be 500, then, maybe, a lot of things I wanted to do when I was younger I can do when I’m 120 or something. But that is very much a hazy, fantastical dream at this point. Better just to focus on the novel at hand and try to do the best with what I have.

AI Is Really Helping Me Write My Novel Faster-ish

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Before I write a scene of the novel I’m writing, I lay out the scene in a scene summary. Helping me improve that scene summary is where AI really shines. It really really helps me see things in the scene that I otherwise might have missed.

But using ASI does also, in a sense, slow me down some because I have to read all the advice it gives me, process it and then (sometimes) rework the scene summary.

What is annoying is how often the AIs want to write the fucking scene for me. That’s just not cool. That’s not the point. I’m the writer, I write the scene. And I can totally understand why some — lazy — people might just give up and let AI write some, if not all of their novel.

But that’s just not my scene.

I want the control of writing the scene myself. But, like I said, getting advice on the scene summary from AI really helps improve the product.

‘Ugh’

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Ok. Deep breath. I really need to rewrite some scenes in the first half of the second act. I can’t just coast through all of this and wait until I’m all the way through reviewing the novel to start rewriting.

My reluctance comes from the fact that the scenes are actually pretty good. It’s just…I feel like maybe I can make them better. So, I have two ideas of equal value in my mind 1) I don’t want to rewrite good scenes 2) I want to rewrite good scenes to make them great.

It doesn’t help that I can be moody as hell and I have to be in just the right mood to sprint through writing a few scenes, especially if they’re rewrites. But I like giving myself a deadline, so I’ve given myself a really tight deadline of September 1st (Really, August 1st.)

There is a basic issue that I just can’t really overcome — my native writing ability. It could be that I just suck. And while this novel is a murder-in-a-small town novel now, it’s barely a thriller. It’s more *interesting* than *thrilling.* The question is, of course, is it interesting enough to keep people reading all the way through.

I just don’t know the answer to that question at the moment. But I continue to believe this novel is existential to my mental well being to the point that I’m willing to throw myself into it like I did in the good old days.

Structural Problems Regarding This Thriller Novel I’m STILL Working On

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I’m taking a deep, deep breath and rewriting scenes in the second act which are pretty good and stable….but I think I can do better since my storytelling abilities have improved since I wrote them a few years ago.

Meanwhile, there are three structural problems that are weighing on my mind as I do this. One is, the first act is a little long and — maybe? — I could lop off the beginning and start it later AND there are some scenes later in the first act that could probably be condensed.

Then, there is the problem of the beginning of the second act. It’s really interesting copy and it not only flows really well, but gets us where we need to go. And YET, given I don’t want this novel to be 200,000 words, I may have to figure out a way to condense or lop of some events simply to make the novel shorter.

I am well aware of what an anomaly Stieg Larsson’s success was, given how long his novels are — especially for a first time novelist — and so that is always in the back of my mind. But I’m not going to take any dramatic measures until I know exactly how long the whole thing is.

And that’s going to be a while — I want to go through the whole novel, rewrite what I have to rewrite then put it all together to see how many scenes it is. If it’s way over 100,000 words, then the condensing and lopping will commence.

The only reason why I suspect this version of the novel ay be a little longer than previous versions is I’m using AI to improve my scene summaries and, as such, the scenes are probably going to be more fleshed out — and so longer.

I think tonight I’m going to read carefully several scenes, write new scene summaries for them and then tomorrow sit down and rewrite the scenes. I just can’t dilly-dally forever. I still really want to start querying this novel no later than September 1st.

I know if I don’t start about then, I will probably have to punt things into early next year when everyone comes back from Seychelles where they partied like a rock star over the winter holidays.

Everything Is So Fucked Up

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

The issue at the moment is Trump is the spearhead of a sever macro problem in the United States — MAGA. Something like MAGA was going to happen, especially after Obama was elected. But it could just have well been the first female president, if Obama had lost to Hillary in the primaries.

It definitely feels as though the US is imploded. We’re definitely an autocracy now and, really, it’s just a matter of where we stop on the Hungary – Russia spectrum of autocracies.

All I can say is my rage over MAGA fuels my continued writing. That was the point of the first novel (now the last two novels in this specific project.) I wanted to write an allegory about America set in a small town. I got pretty far in the project until at some point I realized that I had enough backstory thought through in my mind for a few novels, so I decided to write those first instead of saving them as some sort of potential “prequel” idea.

There definitely has been an ebb and flow when it comes to this novel project over the years.

But back to how fucked up everything is — there is a greater-than-zero chance that the US will buckle and have a revolution then civil war. A lot will depend on the economy and if Trump freaks out, shoots a few people then declares martial law.

Anyway, I just want to sell a novel that is a big enough success that I can get the fuck out of this country and chill out somewhere hot an exotic for the remainder of my years.

Two Paths At The Moment

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I have printed the novel out to the midpoint and so now I can do one of two things.

  1. Read from the beginning
    This open would let me understand the context of things a lot better in the second act. But there is a risk I will really get bogged down in making things “perfect” and that will lead to delay, delay, delay.
  2. Read from the beginning of the second act
    This is a good option because I can focus on what needs to get worked on — rewriting huge chunks of the first half of the second act.

    I don’t know which one I will do just yet. Both of the are tempting, very tempting. I think, think that I’m going to start from the beginning of the second act just so I can knock that part of the novel — the “fun and games” part — out of the way and actually feel like there’s some sort of progress as to the finishing of the novel sooner rather than later.

    I really, really want to wrap this novel up by August 1 to give me a month to prepare for querying. I’m kind of fed up with spinning my wheels and I want to at least experience the slings and arrows of outrageous querying fortune one way or another.

No Coachella For Old Men

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

The thing about finishing a novel good enough to query is even if I’m successful, I won’t get what I want. I mean, I could be on the near side of 60 before someone could physically hold the novel in their hands in a bookstore, even if I stick the landing and everything goes according to plan.

That sucks.

It sucks for so many reasons.

I want to be young again, and be wild cand crazy like I was in my 30s in Seoul. I want to chase women, drink too much and be a bon vivant this time in NYC, not Seoul.

But, barring the Singularity allowing us all to live to be 500, I’m kind of fucked on that front. I mean, if I try to do all the cool stuff with my “DJ money (read novel money,)” I’ll stick out.

I won’t be able to date 24 year olds without it being taken note of.. I can’t go to music festivals or Burning Man without young people looking at me and rolling their eyes.

And that doesn’t even take into account that I STILL want to get married and have kids. Again, I suppose if the Singularity happens then I can be a father at 65 and live to see them have children of their own.

But, my worry right now is I’ll be like Stieg Larsson in the bad way — I will drop dead just as I successfully query the novel.

My First Rodeo

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

When it comes to the nitty-gritty mechanics of writing a novel, I am sometimes at a total loss, still. And because I’m doing all of this is a vacuum — I have no friends and no one likes me — I just have to play it by ear.

And because I gauge everything by scene count not word count — at least not until the very end of the process — I just don’t know what to expect. It could be that even though I have too many scenes, the actual word count will be ok.

This happen with one version of the novel when I had way too many scenes, but actually came in at just about 85,000 words. That happened because I got so excited near the end of the novel that I wasn’t writing very long scenes — I just wanted to get things over with.

But, this time, hopefully, because of AI, if nothing else, that won’t be a problem. I’ll actually write fully-formed scenes and that, by definition, will make the word count longer.

So, I guess what I’m going to do is complete the novel, the do a word count THEN start to figure out what scenes I can do away with.

Time To Take A Deep Breath

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Ok. I sat down today and went through the first half of the second act and things were not the disaster that I feared they would be. I’m still on track to wrapping up some sort of semi-final product soon enough that I can piviot to querying around September 1st.

Of course, actually getting a literary agent at my age and being the huge kook I am will be like winning the fucking lottery. I can already see literary agents searching for me online, stumbling across this blog and being aghast at what a fucking weirdo I am.

But, I need something to believe in. I need something to look forward to and to focus on instead of how America has turned into a fucking fascist state as well as how the Singularity may arrive just about the time I sell this novel, making all of it moot.

Ugh.

(How I imagine my heroine, Union Pang, at the moment.)
Mandatory Credit: Photo by Matt Baron/Shutterstock (10552971yf)
Shay Mitchell
Vanity Fair Oscar Party, Arrivals, Los Angeles, USA – 09 Feb 2020

Anyway, I need to focus. I’m going to go through the first half of the second act and try to make it, the “fun and games” part of the novel (the part that causes people to buy it in the first place, usually) as engaging and interesting as possible. I’m trying to use AI to help with my writing, but, comically, sometimes the dumb-dumb AIs can’t understand context and get upset over this or that “objectionable” thing I simply want it to review and help me write about in fiction.

I’m getting pings from NYC and LA, which is either good (movie people interested in the novel!) or bad (movie people interested in using my ideas for movie without me!). I can’t overthink things. I need to just buckle down and rewrite things as necessary.