Two years ago, my aunt sewed me a quilt by hand for Christmas. She made me promise to use it and not just display it, so on cold nights, I crawl under it and am warmed by thoughts of the many, many evenings she spent piecing it together, how she designed it especially for me with geometric patterns and materials in my favorite colors and subtle outlines of kittens and puppies that can only be seen if you’re close enough to wrap up in it.
In our circle of writers, we talk a lot about writing as a job that needs discipline and deadlines, and we judge our dedication by the number of words produced in a week. Commitments like these are necessary to keep moving ahead toward a goal (or an income), but I think it’s important to remember that writing is also art. Even though art can often be functional and beautifully mass-produced on a schedule, it also has an element of elusiveness. There are stories that flow naturally from your soul, come together on their own, and feel perfect exactly the way they hit the page–so much so that you wonder if someone else wrote them. But there are also stories that get rewritten and cut up and dropped on the floor, only to be recovered and reorganized and reset until they end up as close to your heart as a hand-stitched quilt.
My current work in progress is in a file called “Start Over 26 December 2011”. Start Over is not the name of the novel; it’s a reference to the day I scrapped everything I had previously written about the group of people who have been living in my head since 2005. They have tried on several stories over the years and waited in the shadows while other characters were born and lived full lives, but they kept coming back, insisting they had something to say. It’s been nearly a year since the latest start over, and I finally finished a readable draft, but there is still much work ahead. I’ve fretted about how long it is taking, and the amount of time wasted in research and reworks, and the danger of fiddling around with it forever trying to reach perfection. But then I re-read the opening that flowed out the day after Christmas, and those sections I’m still amazed that I wrote, and the parts with their healed-over stitches that I’m proud to have persevered to fix. And I realized that it has never been about unattainable perfection; it’s about the story finally feeling right.
I have concluded more than once lately that I just work too slowly to ever make a living as a writer. But looking back a few months, I see that even though this particular piece of art has been elusive and on a schedule of its own, the by-products of working on it and planning for its completion have been more than I would have dreamed a year ago: being part of Indies Unlimited, publishing a book of short stories, outlining two follow-up novels, and a successful commitment to writing a piece per day for an event in October when just last April I was vomiting over a piece per month for IU.
So I guess my point is merely to say that when you’re making your New Year’s resolutions this year, under the one where you vow to write fifty thousand words by February, consider adding one that says: I will allow my pieces of art to become right, no matter how long it takes. Then curl up under a quilt with your computer and see what happens.
Great advice, Krista, thanks for sharing. I think that although each writer has their own way of doing things, the “feeling right” thing is spot on, and is closely tied to the idea of writing for oneself rather than for a percieved audience. And there’s no feeling quite as good as when you write something, forget about it, come back to it later, completely cold, and realise that it DOES work 🙂
Yes, that does feel good! There should be a special word for the relief from unwarranted dread.
Amen.
Such wise and honest words, Krista. Writing is many things – business, creative, art, work, and that elusive something that means NOT writing is impossible to imagine. Sometimes we have to hustle for a deadline. Yet at other times we need to let the slow juices of creation take their own sweet time.
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Thank you, Margot! You are so right, that there is a time for each.
Thank you, Krista. My mantra for 2013 will be “I will allow my pieces of art to become right, no matter how long it takes.”
Not all writers care about becoming prolific, but I respect those who do produce with frequency and consistency.
I agree with Annie Lamott who said, “Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people.” But until I am certain that I’ve given any piece my very best effort, I cannot stop editing, altering, and rearranging. In the end, it’s always been worth it.
I agree; striving for quality is not synonymous with perfectionism, although too often it is dismissed that way.
Thanks Krista. I needed to hear that. Ever since facing the change of POV in my WIP I have been almost stalled. I think I’ll let it rest now until the new year – with less guilt and self-recrimination.
Good! Because you don’t deserve self-recrimination; you deserve a lovely holiday. Especially because you’re the one backing the cookies. =)
Even a couple of gluten free ones. 🙂
Wonderful post, Krista. Each book takes its own time and has its own personality.
Thanks!
I think taking the time to put something out that you are completely proud of is incredibly admirable. That’s one thing I love about self-publishing; we’re allowed to take our time to do so.
Yes, that’s a great benefit to being indie!
Careful! You might get busted for subversive sentiments! Writing is, after all, the art that better not speak its name (or else), especially novels. It often gets me down — and angry too at times — at the endless refrain to be business-like, treat it just like a job, and all the rest. I’ve heard it for years. Yes, there’s a need for that — but we ain’t writing corporate reports. Nice to hear someone speak up for the art side of the craft!
Ah, corporate reports—been there, done that.
Thank you so much! I’m ‘slow’ as well, and like you I sometimes despair of ever getting it right, but today your post has cheered me. You’ve reminded me that my goal has always been quality over quantity, so the investment of time is never wasted. 🙂
Glad to hear it! Cheer is the word for the season. =)
As others have said — a work of art takes as long as it takes. You owe it to those people inside your head to tell their story the best way you know how. Great post, Krista. 🙂
Yes, it’s the least I can do for them after making them wait so long. =)
Thanks Krista, I needed that. Have an amazing holiday!
I could kiss you. I also needed to hear that Krista. Thank you. I can now let out that deep breath that has been hurting my chest the last few months.
Ahh Krista, your article is poetry to my old ears. A story, any story, takes as long as it takes; no matter what kind of writer you are or what kind of story you are writing. Some stories take a long time – like a sculptor chipping away a masterpiece from a granite mountain – while others, as you say, come so easily it seems – almost as though someone is whispering it straight into your head – you are writing it down as quickly as you can before it melts away like a dream.
Excellent post, Krista.