So, I failed. The NaNoWriMo challenge, that is. I've thrown in the towel. I've waved the white flag. (Feel free to insert your own cliché here.)
50,000 words in 30 days was too deep a dive for me. I can line up a myriad of excuses, but I'll save you the violin playing. I comes down to a simple lack of discipline on my part, something I know to be my greatest fault as a writer. I dream of being able to walk away from my current job as a teacher, and when presented with an opportunity to hone my craft (an ultimately hone the skill that will allow me to walk away from my current job) I failed at it. I sit writing this entry a disgruntled mess.
When I say I failed, I don't mean anything more than the National Novel Writing Month challenge. I couldn't craft a narrative of 50,000 words in 30 days. The goal was, perhaps, too ambitious. But that's where my failure ends. I'm still working on the manuscript I began for NaNoWriMo, I just won't finish it by midnight on November 30th. Choosing the confines of NaNoWriMo as the platform from which I took my first dive into the science fiction pool was misguided. Up until recently, my stories have swam in the modern/urban fantasy genre. But my hope of cannonballing into the deep-end of scifi during NaNoWriMo turned out to be more of a reddening belly-flop.
See, the story (whose working title is Township Avalon) is one I feel can work. The difficulty resided in learning the proper strokes it takes as a scifi writer to navigate the waters of the genre. I'm building an entire new post-apocalyptic society intended to mirror the societal structures of Roman and Medieval times. In my mind, the story is greatly influenced by Arthurian legend, Spartacus, and the fantasy writing of George R. R. Martin. But the further into the draft I waded, the more I felt there was a lack of depth to it. Now, the intent of NaNoWriMo isn't to spit out a sellable novel, at least, that's not the intent I took it to have; I felt that trying to craft a 50,000 word manuscript in the 30 day time frame was more of a starting point, a diving board. As it stands now, the word count floats at 23,241 words. I might try to spray in a few more scenes before the 30th, but I can't imagine that word count getting up above 26,000 or so.
With the pressure of NaNoWriMo shed to the towel, I can turn my attention more fully to preparation for the writing conference I'm attending in January. I've got about two months, albeit busy ones, to sharpen my focus. I need to polish off the 3rd draft of my first novel--Mythos, put together a Query Letter, and type-up a synopsis. I also plan to finish the first draft of Township Avalon, and try to hammer out one or two sellable short stories. A close friend has always maintained that I need to get a short story sold before I can really get any agent's attention. We'll see. I've got plenty of short story ideas, but despite the seemingly similar oceans, short story writing and novel writing are two totally different swims.
I've written short stories before--that really was the only type of writing assignment I tackled back in the FIU creative writing department. I've posted one of the old college stories on this blog before. (The Jambalaya Pull) It was an ill-fated attempt at comedy. Attempting to revise that story years later was not-unlike learning how to swim at first. You know: dive in, paddle those arms, kick those legs, keep those chlorine-soaked open, reach for Dad. But Dad doesn't seem to be getting any closer. Actually, the s.o.b. is backing away. And just before your lungs burst, he grabs you and lifts you out of the water. Everyone around cheers, exalts you for such a good job swimming, even though it felt more like actively drowning. That's what comedy writing feels like: actively drowning.
Instead of actively drowning again, I've got another modern fantasy set up. I've also planned a simple little historical fiction piece. But all of these things will come after I finish up Township Avalon's first draft and the polishing of Mythos' 3rd draft. As NaNoWriMo comes to a close, I'm glad I gave it a go. I'm glad I stepped off the ledge and jumped in, but the challenge's waters were just too cold and too deep for me to deal with. I understand why denizens of the publishing world poo-poo the idea of NaNoWriMo. I can see the desks of agents becoming cluttered with half-drowned ideas gift-wrapped in the guise of a novel. But as I finally wade back to the depth I'm comfortable with, I take with me a better understanding of myself as a writer. I know what strokes I need to master before I attempt to cross the ocean of scifi again.
As the next few months pass, I'm planning to post several more bits of my writing. I'd love to get feedback. I'm planning on revising another short story from my college days soon, and posting it here. In addition, I'll might load up portions of the other pieces I've got going.
In something of a belated announcement, I'm thankful for all of you who take time out of your busy days to read my musings here on DLFwriting. I'm also thankful to those of you who have forwarded any of my writing to those people you know who might enjoy it. In addition, I'm thankful for my beautiful and supportive wife, my wonderfully maddening children, my loud, obnoxious and growing family, my health, and, although I'm not what you'd call happy there, my job. Thanks again for reading.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
You might wonder why, as a Canes fan, I hate the Gators and not say, the Seminoles. Truth is, I did hate the Seminoles for a time, but after the Tim-Tebow era in Gainesville, coupled with the fact that a few close family members root for the 'Noles, the Gators take top-hated billing. Also, I can't hate Leonard Hamilton, FSU basketball coach. He's a former Canes coach, and, he's awesome.
What bothers me the most here might be rooted in Media exposure. The Jets are the brash, loud-mouthed child born from the country's biggest Media market. The Gators, while calling the small town of Gainesville home, were thrust into the national spotlight with Tim Tebow. ESPN forced Tebow down the throat of their viewers, exalting him as the greatest college athlete since the dawn of organized sports. Viewers had to suffer through extended spots on Sportscenter regarding the greatness of Tebow, or flip-over to the Food Network to learn how to roast a pork shoulder.
The one solace many so-called Gator Haters had was simply this: Tim Tebow had no shot to succeed in the NFL. He was (is) by no means a conventional quarterback, lacking the polished throwing-motion, the ability to analyze defenses, and the accuracy required to win at the professional level. There was no way he'd be a first round draft pick. He'd toil into the middle rounds and ESPN would have to watch their Media-driven creation flutter to the turf after their lofty touting of the young man. Well, they would've had to if Josh McDaniels and the Denver Broncos not lost their collective minds and traded up to draft him.
Well, suddenly I felt bad. The coverage swung to the opposite pole. However, I agree with the analysts. I don't think he's has long-term viability as a quarterback, but tide turned so quickly on him that it left me not regretting my hatred, but certainly no longer stoking the flame. NFL analyst Merril Hodge was among the many who called the Denver Broncos idea of starting Tim Tebow patently absurd. Some of his most publicized quotes included this: "It's embarassing to think the Broncos could win with Tebow!"
What it comes down to it this. Tim Tebow might be the most polarizing figure in sports these days. To me, the coverage of him has evolved from nauseating to facinating. By all accounts, the offense the Broncos are running these days should NOT work in the NFL. The Option has never consistently worked in professional football. But what makes this all so interesting is the amount of questions it has produced.
|Miami Killian-grad Stephen Tulloch |
tebowing after a sack of Tebow.
For me, this Bronco offense feels like David Lee's Wildcat offense the Dolphins used in 2008. They didn't manufacture the offense. It had been used by the Vikings and Falcons in 1998, and former Dolphin offensive coordinator (and Wildcat implementor) Dan Henning used it with the Carolina Panthers in 2006. But the Dolphins used the unconventional style of play to wiggle into the playoffs that year. Teams didn't know how to defend it, so it caught them off-guard. Well, that is until Ray Lewis, Ed Reed and the Baltimore Ravens came to town for a playoff game that year. The Ravens killed the Wildcat, and once other teams around the league saw the blueprint to dismantle the atypical set, they dismantled it as well. That's were I think the Bronco Spread Option Offense is headed--a quick, gimicky death.
I also think the Broncos are doing Tim Tebow a disservice by not helping him improve as a passer. By dumbing down their offense, and relying on college-style playcalling, they aren't growing their player. To win in the NFL you need a successful quarterback, but all the Broncos seem to be doing (aside from winning right now) is pounding their quarterback into a pulp. I wonder if John Elway is secretly pounding his fists against the wall with every Bronco win. I wonder if he and Bronco head coach John Fox regret making the switch to Tebow.
As I said before, I'm genetically predisposed to hate the Gators, so I'll never root for Tim Tebow. But just as the polarizing Tebow story continues, I find myself drawn to it. I want to see how it plays out. And I'm glad it's evolved as it has so far, because without it, I don't have this picture:
|Jason on Halloween, as Jack Sparrow, Tebowing.|