As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I’m more of a hunter-type personality than a farmer. This isn’t ideal for living in modern society, but isn’t completely unworkable… It does, however, have some interesting side effects, one of which I’d like to share, as it definitely has to do with my writing process.
That side effect is being bad at middles.
I’ve always been fascinated by people who love process, in much the way that one is fascinated by gruesome traffic accidents or unusually large insects. It’s an awful, awful thing, but you just can’t turn your eyes away. In my case the reason for that is that I don’t understand it. I love the rush of a new project, delight in the sense of something just about to finish… but have no passion whatsoever for the nuts and bolts of what happens in the middle. I push forward to the best of my ability, but rely on whatever talent I might have, and the planning I did in the first throes of new-book enthusiasm to get me through at a hopefully high level.
In the middle of something, I often look around and see friends enthusing about their passion for rewrites or for tweaking their hyper-detailed outline for the hundredth time before starting the actual writing and I scratch my head and wonder how they can keep the enthusiasm alive for long enough to actually finish a book.
Honestly, experience tells me that many of them don’t and most books are sacrificed on the altar of perfectionism before anyone can even see their imperfections.
But some of them do get written, and polished, and edited and published. I find that wonderful, in the sense that it fills me with wonder. I know I would never have the follow through; I would drown in the mire in the middle.
I’m like that with everything, whether it be a project for work or a book I’m reading–but it seems particularly applicable to writing. Generally, my enthusiasm for any given piece of work is lowest right in the middle.
I’ve developed a number of strategies to cope. I often have more than one piece of writing going on at the same time, or I write something really short that I can get finished when the enthusiasm is still upon me.
Another way to cope is to borrow joy across different aspects. Perhaps a few hundred words on a bogged writing project can be spurred on by the promise of reading the final fifty pages of my book in progress later on… or of starting a new drawing. Small highs from other walks of life can spur things on.
Of course, nothing renews enthusiasm in writing like a sale… but that’s not something I can control.
Does my method always work?
On those occasions, you need to fall back on that old staple: sheer bloody-mindedness. It’s gotten me through more fallow periods than I can count. It does have the downside that you may despise the words you’re putting down, but I’ve found that coming back a couple of weeks later will improve that text immeasurably… even if you don’t change a single letter of it.
Anyway, that’s how I do it. Your own mileage, as always, will probably differ wildly.
Gustavo Bondoni is an Argentine novelist whose latest novel is a thriller entitled “Timeless”. You can check it out here.