New Years' Resolution numero uno is going very, very well. It's been three weeks now, and I've written every single day. My daily goal is 548 words (that adds up to my 200k goal over the course of the year), and while some days I haven't quite written that many, on most days I write far more. I'm overshooting my goal by about 1500 words already.
The three week mark was significant for me, because my childhood piano teacher told me that if you can do something consistently for three weeks, it becomes a habit. And so it has! It's no longer a matter of "am I going to find the time to write today"-- it's "what am I going to write about today?"
Here's what I wrote today; it seemed vaguely blog-worthy.
What I Want to Write About, Really.
I have felt for a long time now that I have something in my mind worth writing about; it just hasn't come together yet. But there's something there, building. Maybe everyone has this sensation of all of their thoughts, experiences and knowledge sort of stewing together in their minds, which will someday combine perfectly and come out as a work of art. If the novel I have building were a cake, I would be somewhere between the mixing of the batter and the putting it into the oven. Maybe mixing and adding ingredients is what I was doing all along, and now, since I have been writing every day, this is the process of pouring the batter and letting it bake. Maybe I should have used a different metaphor.
Anyway, there are several elements of this creative dish that I would like to have come out in the finished product, so let's brainstorm that. My goal (my dream?) is that in the end, the different elements will be well combined but still retain their own unique flavors, like in any good dish.
These elements are (in no particular chronological order):
Motherhood. There's no way I can keep motherhood out of my writing now that it's such a part of my life. It is who I am now, so it's going to come out in my characters. Even when Jodi Picoult had a 40-year-old female lawyer with no children in one of her books, the woman was still maternal in a way, and ended up a mother in the end. I think the same would happen if I tried to write a childless character. Plus, there are so many funny and poignant and bizarre elements of motherhood and childhood; there's lots to write about there.
Psychology, psychoanalysis, Lacan, abnormal psych, etc. I worry that my brain is just a little rusty on these concepts, but as the past year has shown me through my blog, they're easily conjured. I'm not sure exactly how these things will come out in my writing, but a few things that fascinate me in particular are schizophrenia, and the psychological effects of trauma (both in childhood in adulthood).
The supernatural. I don't particularly believe (or disbelieve) in ghosts, but I still find paranormal stuff interesting. I spend more time than I'd care to admit reading stories and watching shows about paranormal stuff. It's fascinating and it never gets old. I also love horror movies, and I pay specific attention to what is particularly scary about them, to me. Often it's just the suspense. A lot of times when it gets to the super-scary, everyone-in-the-audience-screaming parts, I'll think “Well that was scary, but this happening would've been scarier.” I've sort of got a mental list going of things that would freak me the hell out.
What I'm most interested in doing is trying to combine the psychological element with the supernatural element. What if you thought you were seeing paranormal stuff, but it turned out you were just showing the first symptoms of schizophrenia? What if you were already schizophrenic, but were seeing paranormal stuff and no one believed you? There are lots of avenues to explore along that line between what's in your head and what's real but unexplainable.
I also dabble with thoughts about religion, but I'm not sure I'm well informed enough about religion to write it. Environment is also something to ponder, and I've got an edge on that, since I've lived both in rural Maine and New York City. An interesting thought is that my urban dweller friends are creeped out by the woods, whereas I was fine in the woods but really creeped out by the city until I'd lived here a good long time.
So there you go, Internet viewers. A peek into my process (that sounded dirty). Will I write the Great American novel? Time will tell.
