Thursday, January 26, 2012
But hey, who am I to complain? That's one less paragraph that has to be completely re-worked at the end of this project...hopefully...
"But D.J., I thought you said that you wouldn't revise the book until you were done, DURRR!"
Yeah, that's right, with the only exception being that this is one of the "intermission" parts, which is going to set the precedent for all of the other intermission parts, which are kind of an important part of this book, for reasons that I can't really go into right now. I guess I could, but I'd have to kill you...or at least nag, complain, and whine like a little bitch until you promised (and crossed your heart...with both hands in the air so that you couldn't cross your fingers) not to tell anyone.
Hence, the small amount of actual writing "work" that I got through today, which is totally fine; writing a novel can take you in a number of different directions.
The whole re-writing concept reminds me of one of my favorite movies, Miracle, where the peerless Kurt Russell (who got absolutely robbed for an Oscar nomination for his portrayal of hard-ass head coach Herb Brooks...and his portrayal of the fun-loving, vagabond Captain Ron, but that's a different post for a different day...) made the 1980 US Olympic Hockey Team skate sprints after a discouraging tie to an inferior Norwegian squad. After each sprint, the coach simply yelled out, "Again!" before blowing his whistle and having the players run another sprint. At one point, the arena owner wanted to wipe the ice and lock up, and Herb kindly told him that the rink owner could leave the keys and he would lock up (Note: I thought it would've been kind of cool if the whole thing would've been an elaborate plot by Herb to get the keys to the facility so that he could use the team to clean out the place, and take all of the...what? Bubble hockey machines? Pairs of rental skates? At any rate, it would've been pretty badass, that's all I know!).
At some point, the players start booting, and they're only saved by Team Captain Mike Eruzione, who finally gets that Herb wants them to play for "the United States of America" instead of their college team, or the Northeast or Minnesota, for that matter.
Though I don't have a plucky, inspiring captain like Eruzione on my ass to make me write, I do realize that no matter how much it hurts on a given day, no matter how much time I spent outlining or brainstorming, I still have to get something out on the page, even if it involves destroying something I had written before and starting over with a clean slate. Hell, though the reworked paragraph is (I think) better, that doesn't mean that it won't need to be reworked again...and again...and again...and...well, you get the picture.
It all goes back to how badly you want something. Sure, I could quit now, having written 116 pages of a novel and call it a day. But I would be cheating myself--right now, I have the time and resources to make this happen. Anything less than my "best effort" and "top-notch product" is, quite simply, unacceptable.
Rest assured, I'll be right back on that line tomorrow, no matter how many times that whistle blows.
Pages: 116 1/2
D.J. Gelner covers the Rams beat for insideSTL.com, and is an aspiring author. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at email@example.com. You can also listen to his podcast (Bottle and Cans) here.