NaNo Prep

This is the last Monday I have before November, which kicks off National Novel Writing Month. (If you aren’t doing this, you should. If you don’t know what this is, I don’t know you.) Paradoxically, NaNoWriMo is not the busiest month of the year for me. Really, my pace of writing isn’t much higher than it usually is, and it’s probably actually easier because there’s so much support and encouragement. The busiest month of the year is the month before NaNo. In particular, the week before NaNo is killer.

Different people approach NaNoWriMo preparation differently. Some like to compile playlists. Some like to outline. Some like to character sketch. Some like to stock the kitchen with ramen and Snickers bars. I dabble in most of those things. But my biggest time sink during NaNo prep often has little to nothing to do with my NaNo project.

This month I am preparing and sending out six short story submissions to various magazines across the internet. I like to do this so that all that nail-biting while I wait for responses gets sucked into the attention black hole of writing a new novel. Likewise, I’ve prepared a batch of five agents who I’ll be querying with City of the Dead. Also, I am planning, prepping, and writing (where appropriate) all the blog posts for next month so that I can concentrate on NaNo. The problem is that the month is nearly over and I still have much to do. And I’ll be spending two of the next four days in a local high school mentoring for the Young Writers Program (the youth oriented version of NaNoWriMo) during the precious, rare time that I usually spend on my writing career. (I regret nothing! I love spreading the writing love around, and this is exactly the sort of project I would have swooned for in high school.)

So you will of course understand if I more or less blow off a meaningful blog post this week. Sorry. I remind you all of the looming deadline for Apocafest (tomorrow! see this post for details) and encourage you to put up your best apocalypse scenario of 200 words or less. See you all next month!

Conference Lessons, Part I: The Five W’s

I’m assuming most of my readers have heard of the Snowflake Method. It’s more like a planning method than an actual writing method, so I don’t know what the pantsters think of it, but I came across it recently and I think there’s some real merit in it.

At the Alaska Writers Guild fall conference, I had a few sessions and a workshop with Lisa Cron, and she had a similar method, but a touch difference. In a lot of ways, it seems much more succinct than the Snowflake Method. She called it the Five W’s, and it probably seems pretty similar to most of us.

Ms Cron suggests that using her planning method, much like the Snowflake Method, will help keep down the necessity for rewrites, make you a more confident writer, and, when you are writing, your story will be more compelling. (Reminder: Lisa Cron wrote the book Wired for Story, which is all about the neurology behind the entertainment we get sucked into. She’s awesome. Her book is awesome. Her presentations are awesome. If you find any of this information useful, I suggest you get the book or go to a session. Plus she’s just fantastically nice.)

So let’s dive right into the hows! Because I’ve got NaNoWriMo coming up and I need to get cracking on my prep work. Without further ado, the Five W’s.

What-if, Who, Why, World-view, When

Got all that? It probably looks pretty familiar. The idea is to take these questions and apply them to your story idea before you start writing it into a book. So tackle this one at a time as you work your way through the bones of your story.

What If- This is the external conflict, the arena of the story. This should always be about what happens when someone’s expectations were not met. It implies that something has gone wrong or will go wrong which causes trouble. Your what if scenario could be: “What if the internet shut down? What if the earth’s magnetic poles switched? What if my parents showed up for a visit a week before expected?” Make it as crazy as you like. Whee!

Who- Who is our protagonist? Whose skin are we wearing as we navigate this problem? Your who could be: “A thirty-five year old man living in his mom’s basement without human interaction for the last decade. A rising-star geophysicist and mother of three. You. A golden-maned shiatsu imported from China.” Whatever. Have fun with it.

Why- Why is what’s happening in your What If scenario going to matter to your Who? If you can make it really matter to your protagonist, it will matter to your reader. (Assuming your reader likes and sympathizes with your protagonist. If not… maybe go back to your who make make him/her less odious.)

World View- How does the protagonist see his or her world and how does that change over the course of the story? Knowing your character’s world necessitates knowing the past, sitting in the present, and projecting into the future. We have to be able to get into the protagonist’s head. And one of the things that has to be in the character’s head is the misbelief, the fatal flaw, the whatever you want to call it- something your protagonist is WRONG about, some way that he or she can evolve to be a better person at the end.

When- When does your story start? This should be at the last possible moment, the time when tomorrow becomes today, when the protagonist no longer has a choice and must act. At what point can the protagonist no longer ignore the problem, the ticking clock, and has to deal with it? And finally, how does it end?

If you’ve got all this figured out in advance, you’re ready to pound out that first draft. Personally, I’d probably throw in a plot arc as well, but that’s just me. I’m a plotter. How about you? What else would you add to this prep line-up?

(PS- And those of you in the critiquing mood, I have a query letter that I’m hoping to send off later today. If you wouldn’t mind taking a peek at it and letting me know what you think, I’d be much obliged. As always, thanks for reading!)

Why I Outline

Today on Twitter, instead of participating in word sprints with my cadre of awesome writerly pals, I hopped in on #NaNoPrep. We have one week to go until the second session of Camp NaNoWriMo comes barreling down on us in all its sleep-deprived, subsist-off-ramen, hunt-the-plot-bunnies, ignore-all-else glory. As we discussed the things we do to prepare ourselves for some madcap adventure, it quickly became apparent that there were two tribes in this camp- the pantsters and the planners (and a few of their half-breed children, lovingly dubbed the plantsters).

The pantsters fly by the seat of their pants. They are the happy-go-lucky authors blithely wandering out into the wilderness to see what happens. The planners are just that- planners. They’re happy to go on this crazy road trip, but, by golly, they’re taking a map with them.

Generally speaking, I’m a bit of a hybrid myself. I do a bit of both. But which banner I swear allegiance to entirely depends on what kind of campaign I’m on. When I’m writing short bits, it’s crazy adventure time- let’s see where this runaway train takes us. But that doesn’t work so well for me when I’m writing longer formats. So pretty much if it’s longer than three thousand words or so, I outline.

I used to not outline ever. I hated them. They constrained me. They stifled what the characters wanted to do. And I largely ignored them anyway and had to rewrite them later. I hated them. They conjured up the pain and misery that was Freshman English back at North Pole High School, where you couldn’t write a blessed thing, interesting or otherwise, unless it was first OUTLINED. Outlining was a tool used by teachers to force their students into non-creative submission. HATE.

Interestingly enough, I was busily writing a novel at the time. I loved that novel. And I refused to outline a word of it. So my characters ran all over this crazy world of mine, doing whatever popped into their heads. There were cowardly runaways and brazen attacks and nobody needed reasons for any of the silly stuff they did. They just did it. And I told myself, feeling wonderfully superior and oh-so authorly, that my characters led the story, not me, and surely this made me some sort of divine pen goddess or something.

I found out about a decade later that, no, really, it didn’t. I was churning out an impressive amount of words on paper, but little else. The process produced a ridiculously long, rambling, and utterly pointless story with no meaning, no lessons learned, and certainly no plot. It didn’t even really have a conclusion- just a big fight sequence at the end that seemed like a good place to stop. It was my baby. And I thought my baby was beautiful. Until one day…

By this time I was married and my wonderful husband, who was far less attached to my ugly little creation than I was, ever-so-gently asked me to outline the story and then we would figure out what it needed. “But I don’t outline,” I sputtered, scandalized. “The very idea!” He persisted. “I can’t work from outlines. They don’t work.” He persisted. “Bu- buuuu- noooo…” He finally convinced me, sometimes through the use of ice cream and/or back rubs.

So I sat down, cracked a few knuckles, and gathered the tools of my trade. Pen and paper in hand, he first asked who the bad guy was. I shrugged a little and jotted down a few things- random people, a war, some other junk, anything that was in conflict with my main character. It was a sloppy little mess. MC apparently fights with everyone. What was the conflict? husband asked. I scribbled a few more things. What was the climax?

I stared at the paper. I stared at him. I looked back at the paper. I studied my cheap Bic pen and wondered if I should have a nicer one. I looked at our very fine stripey sheets and tried to remember the last time I had washed them. I looked back at the paper. And then I felt horror rising in my throat. Eyes wide, I looked up at him, clattering away on his own keyboard, and asked in a hushed voice, “Honey… does my story have a climax?”

He looked back to me and asked gently, “Do you think it does?”

That was the moment I realized my baby was ugly. It had been ugly all this time. My friends had probably all thought it was ugly and just hadn’t had the heart to tell me. (This is why impartial beta readers are so important!) My family, too, had probably clucked their tongues behind my back and whispered what a shame it was. Everyone had known all along. Everyone but me.

I had worked on this story for almost fifteen years before I had this epiphany. So I plucked the characters out, because I loved them, and the basic problem, because it was still good, and I built them a cozy home. I outlined. I made believable and meaningful antagonists for my MC to butt her pretty little head against. I forced my characters to make sense. And I killed my darlings, oh so many of them. And then I rewrote the whole thing, word by word, in less than a year. It was glorious. It had a plot. My baby was all grown up.

And so I outline long works. Chapter by chapter, I know where I’m going. And I pants it within the chapters themselves, but they still exist within the framework. Some people swear by pantsing. Two years ago, I would have been one of them. But now I only write long stuff by outline. Outlines don’t necessarily make the Muse come, but, by golly, they keep that flighty wench in line!

Outlines keep me organized. They keep me on theme. And they keep my loose ends tied in. Without them, I write some lovely, rambling prose, but the stories are lame. Just sequences of action all sloppily hung together until they run out of steam. I know exactly where this crazy train is going, but that doesn’t make the journey any less exhilarating.

Of course, everyone writes differently. How about you? Do you plan? Do you pants? Why?