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CRAPPY FIRST DRAFTS - JUST GET IT DOWN!


I am very excited about my current project. I love the plot and the characters and I’m having a lot of fun with the fantasy elements. However, I am finding it difficult to find the words once I sit down to write. It’s like getting blood from a stone. They are just not flowing easily, like they previously did. Plus, when I read over what I have written, I’m disappointed with the lack of progress and the product. Some of it is just so blah.

 

Anne Lamott to the rescue! The author of Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life is a funny and smart lady. “Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.” I know this, yet I still needed reminding. Lamott encourages writers to get it down and then later fix it up. Great writing starts with bad writing. She states that perfectionism is the main obstacle between the writer and the "shitty" first draft.

 

This really speaks to me. I’m trying too hard to make it perfect the first time around. I need to just get it all down. Then I can fix up the blah parts and perhaps because I’m taking some of the pressure off, the words will come a little easier, like they did a couple of months ago. Perhaps my fingers will tap dance across the keys instead of waltzing through quicksand.

 

The poetry challenge continues. The next poem in the collection was another by anonymous. It was short and boring, so after reading it seven or eight times (I kept hoping it would get better) I decided to skip ahead to the next one - Believe me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore. I liked it much better, especially after Kelly Fineman treated me to the musical version of the poem and choc-chip muffins with tea. Kelly has a fine singing voice and makes darn fine muffins.

 

Today’s poem is To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell. Frustrated by his mistress’s insistence on preserving her virginity and panicked by how quickly time passes, Marvell urges:

“Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.”

 

“Amorous birds of prey,” not white doves or lovebirds. I wonder if his poem met with success.

 

Three poems in two days. Am I a maniac or what?

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angeladegroot
Oct. 21st, 2008 04:59 pm (UTC)
Thank GOODness for that. Now that I've reminded myself (and had that confirmed by those in the know)my first draft is moving along again.
kellyrfineman
Oct. 20th, 2008 02:44 am (UTC)
I beg your pardon
As you are not "what", you must be a maniac. And the Coy Mistress poem is another carpe diem sort. Funny that they're classified as "love poems".

"Don't get it right, get it written." Easier said than done, but worth aiming for.
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