Each project teaches meÂ something.
When I wroteÂ Weaving the Sea, I learned to go to myÂ writing every day. That one lesson took me a long time to learn. About four years. Over the course of that time, I lost momentum, I lost my bearings, I lost hope that I would ever finish the story. But, then I found myself a writing group, and they inspired me to pick up the thread. I re-read what I’d written, I got myself excited again. And I began to write. I pushed myself to write every day, even for a little while. After some time, I didn’t need as much pushing. It was just habit, and the practice of daily writing kept me profoundly connected to the world of the story in ways that paid off in the quality of my writing.
Now, I’ve just finishedÂ Nana’s Bikini. It’s a draft, and to call it rough would be like calling a roller coaster curvy. Â It’s ROUGH. Flimsy and thin, too, in parts. But that doesn’t bother me, because theÂ story isÂ out of my head and onto the page. A storyÂ in my head, that’s hypothetical, that’s what-ifs and half-remembered dreams. But a story on the page is something I can work with.
I finished the draft of Nana’s BikiniÂ in nine weeks, over the course of a writing workshop at Literary Arts, taught by Emily Chenoweth. The workshop was key. Knowing I had to share work with a bunch of writers kept me accountable. I divided my story outline by the number of weeks in the workshop, and came up with my weekly goals. Before the workshop, that would have sounded like an overly analytical approach. Shouldn’t I write because I’m inspired? Yes, and no. I am inspired, but writing is hard. So I decided that I would write like it was my job. It worked for me. IÂ kept going back to the story, kept plugging away. Enough of that, and eventually there are thousands of words in a document. AboutÂ 50,000.
I’m exhilarated and proud. And, I’m eager to begin on the work at hand. Because now I know that I can do this one kind of magic, I can create a story where there was none before, Â and I have to learn the next spells. I have to take theseÂ rough, flimsy words, and tease and polish them into a storyÂ that matters, that has the power to move my readers. It sounds like magic, but I know now that it’s a possible kind of magic. Here goes.