Wednesday, April 3, 2019 – Book Update

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.
Barbara Kingsolver

I spend the morning in surgery.

Dissatisfied with the flow, I take apart the chapter I’m editing and put it back together again. It’s a little bit like Frankenstein, pieced together with bits and pieces to make a cohesive one. I think it reads better than Frank ended up looking.

Somewhere in the midst of the stitching together it hit me. Well shoot. And I realize that the book I’ve been working on for almost a year is veering in a direction I had no intention of going. Precisely the reason I’ve been reluctant to talk about it.

I’m not being coy when I answer the inevitable question of someone who learns I’m working on another book: “What’s it about?”

”I’m not talking about it yet,” I say. “The book is still revealing itself.”

And revealing itself it is.

I started this book unlike the way I wrestled Two Hearts into being. I started this book with a single sentence that summarized what I wanted to say. The argument, if you will.

From there, I outlined sections (what was, what happened, and what is now), and drafted chapter summaries within the sections. I started with a pretty solid framework—understanding that it was all subject to change.

And change it did. I ended up putting an entire first draft book manuscript in my drawer and starting over again.

Now, I’m on the third draft of what will be Presences of Absences and I’m in that sweet place where I’m writing even when it doesn’t look like I’m writing. I’m looking at everything through the filter of the book.

There is still much to do, many edges to be smoothed, more surgery to do, but I’ve got a pretty good view of where I’m going with it. I’m staying true to the argument, weaving in common threads, and creating a tapestry of words.

Now I have this epiphany that one of the threads wants to be something more like a heavy, thick coiled rope. Who am I to argue with the book? I knew all along that it would reveal itself to me when it was time.

And so, I head back into the woman cave to wrangle words and figure out what to do with this heavy, coiled rope. The thing I was avoiding. The thing that refuses to be a thread.

This ever-increasing clarity is one of writing’s greatest gifts.

We writers spend our days making something out of nothing. There is the blank page (or screen) and then there is the fraught and magical process of putting words down on that page. There is no shape, no blueprint until one emerges from the page, as if through a mist. Is it a mirage? Is it real? We can’t know. . . Writing, after all, is an act of faith. We must believe, without the slightest evidence that believing will get us anywhere.

Dani Shapiro, Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of a Creative Life


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
  1. I’m glad to hear that your book is leading you to where it needs to go.

    1. As you know, they have a way of doing that. 🙂

  2. I loved reading this. I find this is true of so much of life, if we are open to allowing the process to lead. All of this is so good.

    1. Thanks, Cathy. It’s exactly the way life works, isn’t it? We have to learn to bend so we don’t break.

  3. Oh, Linda, sometimes such surprises hurt, but you’ve shown us how to handle a switcheroo with grace and optimism. And I’m eager to read your book. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Linda. This one is more like an “of course!” 🙂

  4. Putting words on the computer (on paper) is tough. Editing and proofreading is tough. You’ve got this!

    1. I’m having fun with it. I love this part of the process.

  5. Dear Linda, I can totally relate to allowing the story to reveal itself. So many surprises along the way. Best wishes as you move forward with it.

    1. Thanks so much, Kathy. You know well what I’m talking about!

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