Follow the words and see where they lead you.
January 7, 2019
There is no right word or wrong word, no right sentence or wrong sentence, no right or wrong opening. So don’t worry about it.
AND THERE IT SITS, staring you in the face during the darkness of an early morning.
A blank screen.
But full of promise.
The promise is up to you.
It’s really not much of a battlefield, this blank screen.
But it can put up quite a fight.
A blank screen can be daunting.
It can strike fear into the hardest of hearts.
It demands you to do something.
It commands you to write.
So what do you do first?
What do you write first?
Too many writers take the easy way out.
I’ll think about it a while, they say.
I need to better define my characters, they say.
I need to create a new plot twist, they say.
I need to create a plot.
What is the most difficult part of writing?
It’s putting that first word on the page. From that point on, you are committed.
Grab the first word that comes by.
There is no right word or wrong word, no right sentence or wrong sentence, no right or wrong opening.
So don’t worry about it.
Just throw down the first word, any word, and see where it takes you. You can always come back and change it later.
After all, as James Michener once said, “I have never thought of myself as a good writer. Anyone who wants reassurance of that should read one of my first drafts. But I’m one of the world’s great re-writers. I find that three or four readings are required to comb out the clichés, line up pronouns with their antecedents, and ensure agreement in number between subject and verbs. My connectives, my clauses, my subsidiary phrases don’t come naturally to me, and I’m very prone to repetition of words. I can never recall anything of mine that’s ever been printed in less than three drafts. You write that first draft really to see how it’ going to come out.”
A story always takes a lot of turns.
You come to a lot of crossroads.
You’re on one road and then the other.
And sometimes you’re on the road that doesn’t come out.
It doesn’t matter.
I began my thriller, Lovely Night to Die, with these words:
HE LAY ALONE in the dark and waited to hear footsteps outside the front door.
It was nothing new for Roland Sand.
He had been waiting for an invitation from the grim reaper for the past three months, sixteen days, eight hours, and six minutes, provided the digital clock on his motel nightstand was correct.
Hotel clocks hardly ever were.
A few minutes of lost time here and there made little difference to a man on the run, and he had been running most of his life.
Sand doubted if the running would last much longer.
E. L. Doctorow believed that “writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights but you can make the whole trip that way.”
You don’t have to see the end when you start.
Just follow the words.
The end will find you.
And in Lovely Night, these were the final words:
He had left the lady in redan address.
Maybe she would come.
If she were smart, she wouldn’t.
He wouldn’t be there.
But the little old lady who ran the boarding house would know how to reach him.
She might have mercy on a beautiful, dark-haired attorney from Colorado.
She wouldn’t give anyone with a badge the time of day.
He closed his eyes and saw the image of Eleanor lying naked and alone on the bed. She had still been sleeping when he left her.
I had no idea the lady in red existed when I began.
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