For My Fellow Fictioneers

Even the certifiably insane Natalie Dee agrees: This edit’s been a long, strange trip, my people. I expect that the journey is only over until Ms. Knopf gets hold of my manuscript and begins to gently knead it, like cats do, until it is well and truly shredded. And then she’ll probably wee on it to mark her territory. Urg. Novel editing: not for crybabies. Since I generally think that’s what I am, it’s been very …empowering to find out that even our baby-bits can get a big fat callous over them. Whee!

Meanwhile, If anyone wants to play, it’s time for The Writer’s Digest Short Short Story Competition: Show Us Your Shorts! Writer’s Digest is now accepting entries in it’s 7th Annual Short Short Story Competition. We’re looking for fiction that’s bold, brilliant…but brief. The deadline is DECEMBER 1, 2006 and the top prize is $3,000 US. No idea what that is in Euros, pounds, or whatever, but… money’s money, eh?

Knowing that MY stories never manage to fit the framework of “brief” this may be up someone else’s alley, but their standards are such that once I got an Honorable Mention from them. Yes, this means that their standards are comfortably low! Go for it!

Novel Little Lessons

This past weekend (MANY days ago – sorry!), SF Chronicle Staff Writer Reyhan Harmanci reviewed YA novel Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist. Harmanci is a reviewer I like, because she’s never mean, but she’s straightforward, and calls it like she sees it. Of Nick and Nora, Harmanci says that the dialogue isn’t exactly realistic, and “can appear to be written for and by pretentious adults.”

Hm. I wonder if that’s a product of a.) really hep-cat authors or b.) the sort of crossover thing that’s going on between certain types of YA novels and children’s novels written for adult readers. I know MotherReader has talked about it happening with picture books… does it happen in YA? With some novels, there’s this insistent sort of …über-hipness that makes me feel… uncool when I read them. The chapter I read of Special Topics in Calamity Physics made me feel like that too (but there it was also rampant comma abuse and multiple insect names as well). Now, when I read YA novels, I usually like the feeling of “Oh, that happened to me too,” and I like to impart that feeling to my readers. So, I’m thinking? Maybe I have some sort of a suburban experience, and the hep-cat novelists grew up Urban Cool. Because some YA books still feel sort of ..Unassailable to me. Of course, that doesn’t mean they aren’t good, and I will read Nick & Nora at some point. Just… still. Weird feeling. Discussion?

And speaking of dialogue: As I’ve been editing, I’ve had to do some fairly major surgery. One of the …victims of my edit was this brilliant — or so I imagined — conversation between my two principal characters that included Gumby, Woodstock, and other strange couplings from fiction. I edited the entire novel three times without removing it. This time, it got the axe. (Or, “The chair! The chair!” which suddenly comes to mind from the movie Shrek.) For a lot of reasons, but mostly because I think the Keyboard Strokes of Authordom were far too visible, the scene had to go. Now that I am …finished editing, (until my agent and editor get together to sharpen their claws) I can speak from the oh-so-great vantage point of having completed a major novel overhaul. So, here is my first Novel Lesson for you:

When you love something… give it the axe. See if the novel survives. If it does, you probably didn’t need your too-clever-by-half little scene. This goes for characters, too. I loved a pair of sisters – Persephone and Halcyon – and I completely wiped out Halcyon, even her single-sentence mention because it was just too …twee.

I still think sisters named Persephone and Halcyon operating a vegan coffee shop are hilarious. Maybe they’ll resurface someday. But until then, it’s enough that they exist in my imagination.

FINALLY!!!!!!!

Ladies and Gentleman, mark this hour: The edit, she is finito.

And may I just say, it is a far, far better thing than I have done… than… something.

(Yes, I majored in English. Can you tell?) I tell you, it’s really scary when you finish an edit and you can tell how much better your final copy is than your previous four or five versions. But that’s what has happened. And, barring any unforeseen entanglement, like the Mailbox Store disappearing into a parallel dimensional vortex between now and tomorrow morning at Eight A.M., it’s outta here. She shoots, she scores!

Okay. Sports analogies. You know it’s time for this non-jock to faceplant somewhere.
Thanks for listening to all of my rants and whining, people. Promise I’ll do the same for you.