I don’t talk much about my “process.” Probably for the same reasons that I feel compelled to put “process” in quotes. It’s just such a fickle, fluid thing. Some days I do X; some days I do Y. If I’m lucky, I can just go back and forth between those two. But more often, I’m forced to try Z, or G, or B, or M. There’s a whole alphabet of tricks and techniques. Of methods and madness.
But I really enjoyed Natalia’s post about writing the other day, so I’m going to participate in this blog-hop about my “process” too. Who knows. Maybe if I talk about it enough, someday I’ll lose the quotes.
What are you working on?
Right now, mostly a story about a girl escaping to Spain.
Sometimes I play in pages about a girl and her parents visiting the Galapagos. And very occasionally, I dip my toe into a story about a girl and her famous football-playing father.
But yeah, mostly the Spain thing.
It’s about mourning the loss of a toxic friendship, holding onto an identity that everyone except you questions, and dancing your heart out in a noisy, electric nightclub in Barcelona.
I like it.
How does your work differ from others of its genre?
Hm. I guess the primary difference is that my work is written by me, while the rest of its peers are not.
And of course what that means is, my work is infused by my specific thoughts, questions, and feelings. My stories embody the particular discussions and debates that I have with myself about the world. Most of all, they reflect what I see — or hope to see — in the world around me.
I especially like to focus on uncommon settings, diverse characters, and strong emotional relationships.
Why do you write what you do?
Because it is what interests and compels me most.
Because I don’t see enough of it on the shelves yet.
And because I have always liked to connect with people and explore the world through stories.
How does your writing process work?
Ah, and now we come to that pesky alphabet I was talking about…
Most days, I sit at my desk, open my Word document, and try to add sentences. Other days, I sit on my couch, with my journal and a pen, and try to add sentences.
Sometimes I go for a walk with my dog and think about a scene that’s giving me trouble. Sometimes I talk through ideas with my writing buddies, who often help me find an even better path than the one I was considering. Sometimes I read for hours — to fill up my well of inspiration, and to study good storytelling. Sometimes I watch TV or spend time with loved ones — to recharge my batteries, and to remember that there’s a world outside my own brain that I need to be in dialogue with.
I am by no means an expert in How To Write. I am just a person who tries, and fails, and tries again, and hopefully fails better.
Bottom line: Add sentences.
(Until it’s time to revise. Then delete!)