I decided to write about what I knew--a female with OCD. I threw in a mystery, a guy named Julio, a car that seemed alive, a strange company, and voila! A novel was born. Three things shocked me.
1. That I could finish a novel--a whole novel. I felt all writerly.
2. It didn't suck. People read it. (biased people) They said it didn't suck.
3. I did it in around two or three weeks.
Say what? Three weeks?
I know. Subsequently, the manuscripts I wrote sometimes took the same amount of time. I'd dive into writing, bury myself in a story, and emerge shortly after that with a fully-formed novel. Instead of feeling good about it, though... it felt strange. Who can write a novel in two weeks, after all? It can't be good, right? This still baffles me... and it still feels a bit... well... cheap. I feel guilty because I can write so fast. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with my writing?
I think... byabout the time I reach 20,000 words... what I've written can't be good. It can't be healthy. It just can't be.
How? Why? What's wrong with me?
Yesterday, I was reading a "cheats" for NaNoWriMo on someone's blog. (No, I don't need cheats but I find such things fascinating.) They said to add dialogue because dialogue adds words in massive amounts.
A light went on above my head. No joke. It was all cartoony and freaky, and I quickly slapped it away. (Now you see why some of my paintings are so odd.)
I write about eighty percent of my stories in dialogue. So, I started flipping through books looking at the dialogue to exposition or whatever ratio. I still have no idea what the average amount of dialogue is--or if there is even an average, but I think I really tip the scale with my dialogue. Is that bad? Is that good? I have no idea. It is what it is.
Anyway, I just noticed that, so I'm trying to add a little more between dialogue from now on.
I have to run to Yoga. Today is going to be busy for me. Have a good Wednesday everyone on this side of the globe... and I'll see all of you tomorrow on the other side of the globe. (That totally made no sense.)