I am very proud to announce that, despite it being a bloody busy weekend, I am still right on track with my page count for March’s novel! Who’d’ve thought dedicating yourself to just sitting down and getting it done would actually work?
I’d also like to take a moment to send a big thank you to Gwen for being my very first subscriber and to D.J. Lutz for the BlogRoll! You guys completely made my day, and hopefully I can return the favour when it’s not the Busy Bloody Weekend. Until then, maybe some of my other reasons will check you out, too! Thanks, guys! I look forward to reading some of your stuff!
Meanwhile, another thought about plot and outlines. I know outlines have worked for me in the past, but I think the reason I have an aversion to them is because they seem to dispel the myth that if there’s no surprise in the writer, then there’s no surprise in the reader, either. Granted, that can be pretty faulty logic for any literary piece that hopes to be thoughtful and crafted well, but I think my ultimate defense against that feeling is simple, and it has to do with spoilers. I have never been one to shun spoilers; in fact, sometimes I downright welcome them. I live in an Internet age, and I think people who live there with me and vigilantly try to avoid spoilers are fighting a losing battle; they’re everywhere you turn, so I’ve just given in to the acceptance of spoilers. But the key is this: though you know what may happen, you don’t know exactly how it will happen. With a movie, there are still the visuals and the dialogue and the action to discover. In a book, there’s the craft of how the author builds us up to this point. A good author will still build it up so that even if you know what’s going to happen, it still leaves you with an emotional response. That’s how I felt about the Harry Potter books; I always knew what was going to happen, because I held out until I got the paperback copies, and there was no way of avoiding the spoilers. But it was still an exciting journey to see how it happened and how it got there.
Granted, nothing can beat being thrown through a complete loop of shock when something unexpected occurs. I think specifically of the slap in the face I got about twelve pages into Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, which still stands as my favourite shock in a book. But that’s why I guess I’m a reader and a writer. I might not be able to get those sorts of shocks too often with my own work, but I can with others and, hopefully, others will get it with mine.