Planning, the relaxed way (Cecilia Peartree)
So October is here, and as well as bringing
with it an eye operation which I'm trying not to panic about, the next steps in
integrating two new cats into the household, and my older son's 40th birthday, which
has come round very much sooner than I expected, this means National Novel
Writing Month is just round the corner.
Now that I've made up my mind, I've done a
bit of related research, which of course will prove not to be nearly enough once
I find I urgently need to know how long it would take to get from Rye to
Hastings using a really rickety old horse and cart, or what it was like living
in northern France in the years after the Napoleonic Wars. I've even started an outline consisting of a
couple of pages in a notebook. This is more than I usually do for my
present-day mystery novels, for which it's all I can do to work out a beginning,
never mind a middle, and don't even mention endings. I always give a hollow
laugh when someone says something like, 'Of course you must be so good at plotting
to be able to write mysteries'. A reviewer even commented favourably on the
plotting of one of my recent mysteries that had been a nightmare to write and
needed drastic restructuring during the edit before it even made sense.
I may yet make a more detailed outline for
this one, in the hope that this will make it easier to do the writing when
November comes. I am not entirely optimistic about this, having once attempted
to outline using the Snowflake method. The resulting novel was probably the
worst one I've ever written, as well as the least enjoyable to write. But in
defence of the Snowflake method, I must confess to not having the stamina to
embrace it fully. My efforts produced something that was more like a snowball
than a snowflake, in that the goodness in the centre, such as it was, became compressed
beyond recognition when I added the subsequent layers instead of producing
delicately formed offshoots and getting more and more beautiful, which I assume
is the point of naming it after one of nature's wonders in the first place. Or
perhaps I had inadvertently invented the Snowdrift method, in which the
original idea is quickly covered by random whirling flakes of other ideas and
you don't see it again until everything else has melted away and it is left in
a puddle of rapidluy melting slush.
My version of an outline is quite a bit less
organised than any of those. At the moment, for instance, I have a sentence or
two about the main plot idea, a list of the characters I know from the 2 previous novels in the series
plus the new ones I already know about, and a short (too short) summary of the
story, divided into possible parts/chapters. It's already evident that I
haven't much idea of what happens in the middle! - but there's still time to
work it out before November. Even if only in my head and not in the form of an
intricately constructed yet transient thing of beauty.
In other news, I've achieved my ambition of becoming a crazy old cat lady, so there will be more pawprints in the snow this winter.
(apologies for the slightly unseasonable pictures.
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