“There are three rules for writing a novel.
Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”
W. Somerset Maugham
Like many others I have always wanted to write a novel. I have written and had published several short fiction pieces but not a novel.
I used to say that when the time was right; when I no longer went to the office every day; when I had the perfect place blah blah blah. Well I did have all these things together at one time.
When he was about 56 my late husband decided to retire. We bought a fabulous property in a small bay in the Marlborough Sounds at the top of the South Island here in New Zealand. The Sounds are rather like fjords; they are network of sea-drowned valleys (or rias) created by a combination of land subsidence and rising sea levels.
So, we bought our little bit of paradise and settled in. Paradise was short-lived though as my husband became very ill and spent a long time in the local hospital. Local being used here in a general manner – it was 60 kms away from us much of it on an unsealed road. You can read more of this if you are interested in an earlier post – Paradise, Phones and Phrustration.
Anyway, once he came out of hospital (and even before then) the time was right;I no longer worked; I had the perfect spot (the study looked out down the Sound) so all was in place. But where was my muse? I had always had several plots running around my brain but now there were none. How could that be one might ask. Well my answer is that I think I was too busy just rejoicing in the fact that he had recovered, relaxing and thinking there was always another day, another time to write the novel. Saying today we will just explore our new surroundings, take out the boat or go for a drive. And of course, after Robert was so very ill, doing things together became more important and the Great New Zealand Novel never got written (not by me at any rate).
After he died, once again I thought about my novel. I went as far as to buy software to help me to write it. Its preamble stated “Let’s face it – writing a book takes time. LOTS of it. Until now, aspiring writers and novelists faced – and let’s be honest – a gut-wrenching, slow and grueling writing process.” and it claimed to break ” down the process of writing into manageable chunks, to help experienced and novice writers complete a novel.” All well and good. But in all honesty, this only confused me more. I went back to the old way, notebooks, cards and the computer while the software in its box languishes on the shelf. But still the novel eludes me. I think that I shall have to be content with writing my blogs and the occasional piece for a magazine.
But watch this space – I may surprise us all yet.
“Writing is the hardest way of earning a living, with the possible exception of wrestling alligators.”
It’s a good job I am not reliant on writing my novel. If I were I would probably starve.
- W. Somerset Maugham on Novel Writing (kevintcraig.wordpress.com)
- Doctor Who Prescribes Novels to Patients Writes One of His Own (prweb.com)
- To Outline or Not to Outline (writingtomarketing.wordpress.com)