I have been writing novels professionally now for, what, seven years? Eight? Over twenty books? And here is a thing that happens to me every fucking time I start a new book —
a) I’ve lost it
b) I am lost
Translation: I had a map, and now it’s gone.
And now I don’t know where I am.
I think: I can’t do this, I don’t know what I’m doing, this book is bad, what was I thinking, it’s too slow, or too fast, or too confusing, or too much this, or not enough that, or is this even in English, do I speak English, are these words or just doodles of dongs, oh my god am I just writing page after page of dong doogles like some kind of puerile pornographic Jack Torrance, oh no.
It’s not even Impostor Syndrome — that is a related-but-separate repeating phenomenon — it’s just the feeling that I’ve gone and fucked up the book already. In the first 5,000 words, I’m sure I’m going to have to scrap it and kick it into the sewer grates where the sewer clowns can have it.
(At least down there it’ll float.)
This feeling feels new every time.
It also happens every time.
Which means: yeah, it isn’t new. It’s just some shit I have to go through, and I have to remind myself this is the way it is.
And it might be that way for you, too, and so I’m here to offer some emotional advice to get through it:
Cultivate patience and trust in the process.
What I mean is this:
Your process is not my process, but I’m going to assume that we at least share the common bond of writing a first draft, and then having to write subsequent drafts. Some books demand robust re-drafting, others require gentler tweaks, but at the end of the day, there’s bare minimum a first draft and a second draft, right? If you’re the type who writes only one draft for every book, you are either a genius, or a delusional fool. (And the line between those two is a lot blurrier than you think.)
Me, I gotta do the work.
But here’s the trick: that process is in place for a reason.
And that process will save you.
Let’s switch gears a little.
AWOOGA AWOOGA FOOD-AND-COOKING METAPHOR ALERT
I FUCKING LOVE FOOD-AND-COOKING METAPHORS
I’M SORRY IN ADVANCE
Okay, so, when you cook a meal, how does that work?
You get out your ingredients. You prep them however you must — you chop the vegetables, you debone the fish, you pummel the turnip, you grind your foe’s bones in a mortar-and-pestle which is itself the skull of another former foe, yadda yadda.
Point is, you gotta get your mise en place together (which is French for “I NEED DIS STUF”) and then you… put it wherever it needs to go. In a pot, in a casserole dish, in a hot skillet.
That’s your first draft of the meal.
It’s just the elements revealed and arranged.
But cooking is a factor of time and heat — okay, it’s not just that, but those are two critical factors to cooking. To cook a dish, you need to apply heat in a variety of ways, and you need time. Sometimes the heat is high and the time is short, sometimes it’s a long time with low heat. Sometimes, a mix: start high heat to sear, then break down slowly with minimal heat over several hours. There can be agitation involved. There are adjustments made for flavor. You can add thickeners, you can add and then take away a bay leaf, or a herb bundle, or a wizard’s fingerbone. (So zesty!) Point is, chucking a bunch of food in a pot is not the meal. The meal is more than those first stages.
The meal is more than the first draft.
To switch Metaphor Horses midstream —
You wanna put together a puzzle, you first put all the pieces on the table.
I have to remember this every fucking time I write.
The first draft — and in particular the first 5-10k of that first draft — is just me chopping vegetables. It’s prep. It’s learning the recipe. It’s dumping out the puzzle pieces. It’s wandering through a new house in the dark, learning its layout, its topography, and how not to break my pinky toe on the fucking coffee table.
I have to remind myself, this is normal.
I’ll get through it.
It’s like turbulence on a plane, or an anxiety attack — I have to take myself out of the reaction I’m having and recognize, this has come before, and it will come again, and it always goes the same way. That way is: I’ll get through it. I have to cultivate patience in myself and the work. If I don’t remember this, then panic unspools. I feel like I can’t control this, that it’s new, that I’ve done well before but this time, this time, I’ve really gone and fucked it up in an irrevocable way. But if I remember the legacy of this reaction — that it is as regular as clockwork — I rob it of its power, and it can no longer feed on itself. It’s not controlled, exactly, but it is held distant, so I can examine it for what it is.
I have to trust the process I have laid before me. I have as many drafts as I need to get it right. And if I care enough about the story, no part of it is unfixable. Further, my own judgment on a story is the literal worst as I am writing it — I love parts that will need to get cut, I hate parts that are already amazing and I just can’t recognize it. My self-estimation is a mess; it’s just static and broken signal.
So, that’s my message to myself, this morning, and to you, should you require it:
Trust in the process.
Cooking takes time and heat.
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18 responses to “Trust In The Process”
This is something I need to keep in mind. Thank you.
Thank you for this, Chuck. I needed this today.
“And if I care enough about the story, no part of it is unfixable.” The message I most needed at exactly the right time. Thank you.
Oh, yes! That’s oh-so-familiar. I used to think a blank notebook (or a blank screen) was full or promise, and now I think, ‘Oh, shit, I have to fill that.’ Once I get going I’m OK, but sometimes I have to take several runs at the beginning just to write myself into it. I’ve been published for five years (six books) but it never gets any easier.
Thank you. I’ve been dealing with a bunch of things that have been stressing me the fuck out and every day I KNOW I need/want to write, but in the end, I sit there and stare at a page or the screen and feel like “Bah, fuck it. My writing sucks anyway. No one wants to see it.”
I should print some of that out on a page and hang it by my desk.
Why am I always surprised by first-draft angst/anxiety/panic? It does disguise itself quite cleverly. Lately it’s been saying: “Look how sucky this is…maybe the arc is done. You should have ended this series with the last book.” Sigh.
I really appreciate the advice, Chuck. Quite timely! And good luck wrestling with your own panic.
Hi Chuck, I’m 5000 words into my second book – I so needed this write-up today. Thanks
Long time lurker here. Five years now, maybe? This is my first time commenting, I believe. I thought it would be time to come off the sidelines and get more involved in the wonderful community that frequents this blog. I bought Damn Fine Story a few weeks ago and I even still have The Kick Ass Writer. I started considering to kill off my ten year old WIP and feeding it to another project. (Advice on doing so, anyone?) However, I will keep plugging along with it until I figure out what to do with it. Anyway, I think what I really want to say is thank you, Chuck, for all your hard work and especially for the Macro Monday’s.
Last week I posted about the need to sometimes kill off a project — if it’s what’s needed, do it!
I’ll reread the post but thank you for the reply, Chuck! Have a great day!
OMG. I may have just read this while listening to the (Bourne Supremacy Soundtrack) and Holy Bawls did it make the info WAY more interesting. 🙂 Chuck deserves to be read with action-y music blaring in the background.
Preparing to plunge into looming sequel. Thank you for this, it is going up on the wall above my desk.
Timely metaphors. Love ’em. Thank you, Chuck.
OH, Boy! Isn’t that the truth!
Thanks for the reminder… knowing its a reaction that happens each time doesn’t make it easier to pull out of.
I’m sorry to tell you this, but you can’t use the skull of your fallen enemy as a mortar for grinding up other bones. Your mortar and pestle have always got to be made of tougher stuff than what you’re grinding with them. On the plus side, it’ll still work for grinding up spices. [goes to make curry]
Great great post!! Right timing 🙂 thank you so much!
ODG, so this. Thank you. I’m not insane. (Or I am insane and in the company of a lot of great people).
Somehow I always find my way to this type of post when I need it most. Currently in the process of rethinking those ingredients. Tweaks to the recipe. Thanks Chuck!