Finishing The Chapter

I’ve (technically) written a novel. It’s about 170 pages or possibly more depending…

I can’t figure out how to tie together the entire plot-line with all its pieces to make a truly strong structure. Where’s my moment of importance? It’s debatable. I could see an argument being made for the last few paragraphs being the most important moments in the story. It’s almost as if I bring the reader to the meaning of the novel and then *poof* it’s the end. Is that ok? Is that tedious? I’m more worried about it being tedious…

If I was someone people could read more easily I’d bet most people would guess the meaning or ultimate end of all the characters half way through and then they’d get bored… My biggest fears as a writer are being lazy, inarticulate but most of all boring. I’d rather write something poorly than bore the reader. Perhaps it’s good people have sometimes called me “complicated” in a truly nice way.

Tonight I’m going to figure out the best way to create something that’s fun to read. Or I hope to… Well, at least kind of fun at least. Years ago I considered being a history professor (and/or lawyer) and I think I need to approach the novel with the attitude of the teacher I wanted to be in mind. I’ve had experience homeschooling my son for the last couple of years so I have that to draw on too. Keeping people’s attention without them noticing is my goal…

Some conversations are lovely like that. Some films are like that.

Actually right now I’m reading My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier and of course some accuse her of using “purple prose” but I’d argue that while she may be guilty of it she’s also brilliant at making something genuinely fascinating to read. To note: the iconic films “Rebecca” and Hitchcock’s “The Birds” are based on her novels.

And then I think of Frank McCourt. I saw him once at a book signing a year or two before he died. Among all of the authors I’ve seen at book signings he was the best public speaker. But he was also a teacher for many years… Actually, thinking back to that moment feels eerie and inspirational both. I’d like to write something I wouldn’t be afraid to let him read if he could. That’s my dream. But if I can come even slightly close to that I’ll be fairly content…

Thanks for reading.