How I became a writer. Part 5
I left the last blog off with… My editor…
My Editor is Janet, Janet Graham. An odd connection on Instagram happened decades after high school on a piece of poetry that I had posted. After I wrote my book, I believe told her about it and somehow with her encouragement, we did it. We got the first books done and the rest is history.
If you need an editor, look her up on Twitter @JanetGr69919838
The point here is that I write and continue writing while Janet tries her best to make sense of what I wrote. Our connection may be very different than with an editor that you find online… Regardless, keep writing and keep going so that you do not get stuck in the mud somewhere.
The writer’s block I mentioned earlier… I keep writing and writing and on occasion, things tend not to make sense after the fact. Janet does her best to understand my train of thought while writing and picks up on the clues and crumb trails I left along the way.
The point is that you can always edit what you wrote and make sense of things after you are through a chapter, a page or lunch. But it is often easier to let someone else read it. There have been countless times I wrote something and I don’t even know what I was trying to say. Someone with experience reading your work like Janet does for me finds the beginning of that crumb trail and follows it to the end.
It’s an assembly line process where the words come to my head faster than my fingers can keep up. I believe I type quite quickly, and I really should take some typing classes as the speech recognition just does not cut it.
I need this slight delay from my brain to my fingers. I cannot speak the words and create a story. I am not sure if this is something that happens to others. Maybe it is the way we are taught in school.
Writing and thinking for me only works with a keyboard and not a microphone.
I cannot seem to create a story from speaking, only through typing. Maybe I need more practice and maybe it works for others but not for me.
Usually, when I have something brewing in my head it feels like making tea. I have the idea, so the tea and the pot are there, I just need to add the water. That colouring of the water and the way the tea leeches out and creates branches is where the story is for me.
All that brews and brews until the story all makes sense and becomes a book. The darker the tea gets, the deeper I get into the story.
One story/novel, Dormant was a dark story where I was in a dark place with a dark book. The story had me so much that I was lost in it. It was an amazing feeling to be so in-depth with my own story.
When I am so entrenched in the story, punctuation, spelling, run-on sentences and so on shine brilliantly.
Editor’s note: Although I tease him about his run-on sentences, I find them amusing.
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