How Do You Write?

When drafting a novel, the general recommendation is to sit yourself down someplace comfortable and write it straight through to the end in as short a time frame as possible - to get the damn story down, no matter how ugly it is, THEN go back and revise. I envy those who can do this, I really do, because I'm just not like that. I wish I were. It would make my writing life easier I suspect. I might even have my novel finished by now.

But no. I write, then backstitch and rework it. Then I write a little more, then backstitch and revise again. Sometimes I go waaaay back in the wayback machine to revise parts I wrote months ago - even segments I wrote last year. All the time, I'm still pressing forward toward the end. It just takes me longer.

Why write this way?

I think it's just the way I'm made. It's in my genetic makeup or something. In all our old family home movies taken during birthdays and Christmas, I'm the kid cleaning up. I wouldn't open the next present until I'd placed all the gift wrap and trimmings from the first present in a garbage bag. My sister claimed I had no fun. She ripped into everything with gusto.

I like all the underpinnings to be neat, without any bumps or wrinkles. When my husband "makes the bed" he just pulls the comforter up over the wrinkled sheet, plumps up the pillows a tiny bit and tosses them onto the bed in the general direction of the headboard. But not me. No, I have to smooth out the sheets until not a wrinkle shows and then make sure everything hangs evenly around all sides of the bed before I pull up the comforter and carefully arrange the pillows. Honestly, I wish I was different. My art instructor is always urging me to draw a little looser, not to grasp the pencil so firmly. But he can't change what he can't change.

So, how do you write? Are there any other anal retentive writers out there besides me?

Five Things On a Friday

Here are a few random thoughts.

1. My new principal thinks books will become obsolete in the future, although she didn't specify how far into the future she thinks this may happen. The thought horrifies me. There's still something very intimate and wonderful about holding a book - about nestling into bed with one or sharing a picture book with an enthusiastic group of first graders. You can take a book any place - to the beach, the doctor's waiting room, the airport terminal ...the unemployment line. Try plugging in your laptop in any of those places! I don't think books will ever become obsolete, no more than I think calculators will ever become a substitute for a solid knowledge of your math facts.

2. This winter has gone on long enough. Please, we need a sign of spring - a crocus or something! I still have a foot of snow in my yard. Ugh.

3. I was pleased to see a lot of teens in the YA section of Border's a few weeks ago. I heard a mother telling her daughter, "This time, don't leave it in your backpack." She was referring to her daughter's copy of Twilight. Somebody had apparently stolen it. Does this elevate books to the status of iPods and iphones? While I don't like thieves any more than the next person, I like the idea of somebody wanting a book that bad. It gives me hope, in a weird way.

4. My husband started remodeling the bathroom off our bedroom. The floors are coated with a fine gray dust and our bathroom vanity is sitting smack in the middle of my bedroom. Fortunately we have another bathroom we can use until this one is finished.

5. My eldest son is losing his job. Today is his last day and so far he has no job prospects. He is looking, however. Anybody have any job leads for a hard working, punctual, smart, literate college grad on Long Island? He does not want to sit around collecting unemployment.

Happy Friday!