WE UNDERSTAND, BUT WE ARE THE FEW
Friday, December 2, 2011 at 7:00AM in Stephen Jay Schwartz 
I finished the first draft of my current novel last week. Ninety-seven thousand words; three-hundred seven pages.
I'm tired. It tires me. I printed it out for the first time and there it is, a big, hulking year of my life.
A friend slapped me on the back, "Congratulations, man! Now what do you do, send it to your editor?"
What part of first draft did he not understand? First? Draft?
Fortunately, it's a pretty solid first draft. That's what happens when you do a year.
It's plot to the nines. It better be, I planned every scene in advance, wrote a beat-for-beat outline and rewrote that a dozen times before writing page one. Spent months and months doing research. It's got the twists and turns and all the psychological shit I could put into a psychological, international thriller.
But, God, if it ain't wooden. Hollow. Sans character. But that, my friends, is what draft number two is about. Character, character, character.
Of course, I wasn't entirely aware of its deficiencies until I handed it to my wife, Ryen, a.k.a. uber-editor, who brought out the red pen. And I realize all over again how much I fucking depend on her. I'm continually reminded that she's the best I've ever seen. I used to fight it, her voluminous notes. They gave me indigestion. I hated not having the final word. But I'm more mature now and I know that she only wants the best I can deliver, and, fortunately for me, she knows how to get it.
I had my glass of wine last week to celebrate, but the next morning I went back to the trenches. Celebrate what? I'll celebrate on pub date. I'll celebrate when I know it's really done. Because nothing's done until it's done. I would, however, find cause to celebrate if I received a million dollar advance. But that's the Lotto dream and I'm too firmly fixed in reality to fall for that one. Again. Of course, they say the third book is the break-out...
I think it will be good, but, then again, I've lost all perspective. I'm drowning in words. Thank God my wife is there with a net. I'm not sure it's for me or the words. Either will do, I suppose.
So, now I'm back on PAGE ONE. Rewrite. Where it all comes together. First chapter rewritten, redone, re-conceived, re-novated. And the characters are real. Finally. They breathe and feel pain and anguish and strive to bring justice to an unjust world. That's what's happening in Chapter One, anyway. Chapter Two is hollow and burdened with plot. Chapter Two is tomorrow's battle. I'll wait for Ryen's notes.
It's a journey. We understand, but we are the few.
I was in a book store recently and the staff asked when my next book would be out. "You should be due for another book by now, Steve."
Simple statement. Accurate expectations. Do they know what this entails? The hours and days and months of struggling against self-doubt to produce sentences and paragraphs and chapters of what would ultimately become First Draft Dreck, after hours and days and months of research and experimentation in style and voice and characterization, writing a hundred pages in third person close, then rewriting in first person, then converting it all again to third person close with alternating chapters of omniscient narration, only to turn those around again to third person close from the antagonist's point of view...
And doing this unpaid. While savings dwindle. Or doing it after hours, under the whip of the deadly day job. Doing it and stopping it on account of sudden family misfortune or financial crisis. Putting it aside for weeks then returning, re-reading, re-working, re-writing.
"Won't you have a book in 2012, Steve?"
The sheen of Debut Year has begun to fade.
I once read an interview with the great screenwriter Paddy Chayefsky (Network, Altered States) where the interviewer asked about his "art." "No one I know calls it art," Paddy said. "We call it our work."
It is work. If we're lucky some will see it as art. Art is hard work. I have a hard time comparing a Rembrandt to a giant blue dot on canvas. One I would consider art, the other, not so much.
I don't know when my book will be out. It's going to take a solid two months of rewrites from this point forward, complete with additional research and input from specialists I know in the FBI and the Amsterdam Police Department. Then I'll get story feedback from several authors. And, of course, never-ending notes from my wife. Put it all together and bring it to boil and there's soup on the table.
After that it goes to my agent -- thank God I've got one of those. If he doesn't love it I'll be rewriting to his notes. Then he'll go out with it. We'll have to find a house to pony up. If-and-or-when that happens, I'll have to deal with an editor's notes. That could go on for months. When said editor is satisfied, when the book is officially "accepted" for publication, it will proceed into production. Ten months after that...voila! It's on the shelves. (Damn, Steve, where did you go these past two years? We thought we'd see a book...)
I finished the first draft.
Maybe I should celebrate now.
Reader Comments (31)
I remember finishing a major, two-year grant project at the library. I stood up and said, "I'm done! I'm finally done! Where 's my parade!"
My supervisor marched out of her office, scooped up a handful of paper bits from the big hole punch, tossed them over my head and said, "Hooray! Well done! Now you can start indexing the newspaper photos!" and marched back.
(I kept the paper bits . . . )
I wrote 20,000 words into my story and I realized how soulless my characters were. They were so interesting in my head but on paper, they felt flat. It took a bit of energy to convince myself that it's the first draft and that's how it's supposed to be. Second draft forward, things are going to be better. I'll look forward to reading your new book and from the tidbits you wrote about it, this seems like an interesting story.
Of all the gifts you possess, Stephen, and they are many, I think your marriage is perhaps your greatest, and the one that strengthens and enriches all the others. And it would not be what it is without both of you. I'm sure Ryen is a world-class über-everything, or pretty damn near. But I also get the sense that she's right where she wants to be, and that you're both the better for it.
But plotting before you knew the characters like your own family -- were you mad?
I'll add my congratulations to everyone else's. Well done, guy. Take a break ... OK, that's enough - back to work.
Actually, putting the book aside for as long as you can manage is the best thing right now. It gives you a little distance, a little perspective. The flaws jump out that much harder and louder with a little time between writing and re-reading.
But I have to disagree with David. Sometimes you only get to really *know* your characters by the way they behave under pressure. And to put them under pressure you first need the story.
Also, I don't think this is a one-step process: character then plot, or the reverse. It is -- pause for phrase ensure to make all groan -- a dialectical process.
Dao - I don't even really enjoy the writing process until after the first draft. So, think about that, I spent a year of not liking writing, so I can get to two months of liking it.
Alaina - the characters in my first two books started with more soul than this one, but I think that's because I spent a lot of time with real, live people I used as models for the characters.
Like I said to David above, I can't really help but attach the plot and characters simultaneously. But character action is definitely tested by the things that happen around the character, ie, plot. If it's done right it's interchangeable.
I also usually like to take a month break from my writing when I get to this point, but now I can't afford the time. That's what's good about Ryen reading the book and giving her notes - she's a new perspective. Fortunately, I trust her instincts, so I can sit back and look at the work from a distance.
Okay, not that I see your process, it makes sense. It kinda sounded like you'd made this intricate watch and now had to insert some gremlins. We all have our own process, and you can't do anyone else's. I get the need to plot out -- I do it too, because my books are usually pretty complex -- but I do it in conjunction with the character work, and it sounds you pretty much do the same thing.
You've laid the foundation, slapped on the roof, put up the framing, inserted the plumbing and wiring. Now you're doing the finish work. Got it.
Good luck, sir. And congrats on making it through Act Two of your writing process.
Okay, not that I see your process, it makes sense.
Should be:
Okay, now that I see your process, it makes sense.
Seems like your working method is that of a screenwriter or playwright. Your mention of story beats is something I haven't heard a novelist talk about. Anyhow, good luck with the rewriting, and I'm really looking forward to reading this book.
And I don't think you should worry about missing a year. This year was such a shakeup, I think we ALL have had to reevaluate the way we approach the publishing process.
Hmm, I think I know next week's blog...
David, speaking of dialectics, there's an actors' exercise in working out dialogue at the start of rehearsal. The players speak each line, but the respondant says - before the response written by the playwright - "And that makes me feel <<fill in emotion here>>. It's useful to get it out on the boards at the start of the work.
As others have said, I'm very much looking forward to seeing this book in print.
I'm 95,000 words into my fourth novel and I think I have another 20K or 30K words to go until the story is all there. And then there will be many revisions, cuts, fixes, flourishes, polishes, edits, closing of loopholes, rethinking of entire chapters, excising of entire passages. I love writing the first draft, but only after I reach approximately half or two-thirds of it, when the corpse on the table begins to wiggle a toe, then a hand, then sits up and looks at me with its black crater eyes. I love to rewrite, to make something lovely out of something drab. I always find it easier to fix what is there than to create something from nothing. First drafts are shoveling ten tons of coal into a blast furnace until our backs are permanently stopped and our shoulders ache like a linebacker's and our hands have become palsied with repetition. First drafts are terrifying circles out of Dante. Second, third, and all other drafts are ice skating on dreams, the most beautiful girl in the world hooked under one arm.
I envy your ability to outline and stick to it, even if it's painful. I write detailed outlines for every novel and inevitably abandon them. Not by choice, but because what has been written in outline has already left the Ransom brain barn and cannot be written again. For me it's always on the fly, from the gut, on a whim and instinct, and that tends to leave a helluva mess someone's got to clean up. But I like cleaning up. One of my favorite things about being a writer is that I don't have to be brilliant the first or second or third time out. But give me ten or twelve tries to get a line right, I can fool myself and others into seeing brilliance. OK, brilliant is a stretch, but I will settle for strong, lucid, expertly controlled, competent and engaging. Something our readers can buy as professional. Something we can be proud of. That we can do.
Don't be crazy--celebrate now. Every writer should celebrate as many milestones as possible. First draft, acceptance, publication, that surprisingly not stomach-turning sales report. It's a lonely job, we deserve to throw an office party a few times a year. Get drunk, make a pass out your wife, get naked, climb on the desk and belt out a tune. You deserve to, and it will keep you sane.
I can't wait to read your new novel, my friend. Thanks for the post. The timing was right and your insights are always inspiring.
Chris
Here's to Soup! Do shots, takes less time between drafts.
You're lucky to have Ryen, some of us have to impose on our friends like you and David.
This blog was a good validation for those of us slogging through (the slogging blog) and I thank you for that and will keep my head down and keep writing. And don't forget you did write a screenplay in there, so it's not like you're slacking or anything. Onto the next.
"Get drunk, make a pass out your wife, get naked, climb on the desk and belt out a tune."
You've described my writing process to a tee. So, what do I do to celebrate?
Boy, but do I love your long, wild, rolling, passionate comments, blogs unto themselves, filled with brilliance--yes, brilliance--and insight and life-force. Your enthusiasm reminds me why I do this. Despite the drain of it, I do love the process. But, like you, I love the re-writing the best. I love the subtle tweaks. Unfortunately, I get impatient and I want to rush the process from here on out, when in truth I know that this is when I need to put in longer hours, and more months, if necessary.
Thanks for your beautiful words. I love reading your mind at work.
And thank you for reminding me that I did in fact write a screenplay this year, too. I have that excuse for the length of time it took to get my first draft done. Thank God it was there, or I'd have no excuse at all!
Here's to finishing the book for good in 2012, and writing yet another screenplay, and launching a TV series, and seeing Grinder produced. All up in the air, at the moment, but all on the agenda.
Can't wait to see your novel in print. Sold in 2012?
My version of the question, "Won't you have a book in 2012, Steve?" is something along the lines of, "What's taking so long to get the first novel published?"
Man, reading about your wife and her uber-prowess...I felt envious! I'd love to find that one reader who is my ultimate editor and supporter. Your description was lovely. And your book sounds great--rooting for the breakout third!
The line that struck me most was, "The sheen of Debut Year has begun to fade."
lil - it's amazing, actually, that after all the plotting and the self-conscious consciousness of the early drafts of a book, we still need to craft a final product that feels like it came off the top of our heads. That's part of the art, the craft, to be able to turn it into something fresh and new and immediate. I think there's an immediacy to Boulevard and Beat, but they both went through the same laborious process.
We all have a different process and, from my perspective, a year to write a first draft doesn't seem all that long. But what do I know? So far, my own process involves doing whatever will make things more difficult and take longer to accomplish. It sounds like you've refined a process that works for you. It takes as long as it takes and I have a great deal of respect for your determination to polish the story to your satisfaction and not rush through it.
Then again, Brett Battles will probably write an entire fucking bestselling novel in the time it takes me to write this comment. The bastard. Obviously, he has a different process (she said enviously). Once I figure out what it is, I'm going to distill it and bottle it and sell it on eBay. Or keep it for myself. One of the two.
Rebecca - I know an enormous weight lifted off my shoulders when I wrote that last sentence. That in itself was a celebration.
KD - Brett will sell it for a dollar cheaper!
Sorry to be so late. I love this conversation. All of these fantastic writers commenting about writing and the feelings that go with it. I love that it is work, because that normalizes it for me. The mystery is still there.
It is clearly a hard job. But it is art. I hear people call it a craft, much as my father called acting a craft. But to me that denies the living quality of inspiration-led talent that needs to couple with unrelenting work, criticism, surrender, work, work, work and begin again.
Robin