So I've been sort of avoiding, dancing around starting the revision of my novel. Partly it's because I know there are some major problems with two major points in the novel, and I know that until I figure this out the thing is not going to make sense to me or anyone else. Well I finally figured out what needed to happen this morning as I was waiting for the subway. I've been reading Stephen King's book, "On Writing" which is just a fantastic book.
Whether or not you like Stephen King, it really provides some down to earth advice about the writing process. I would highly recommend this book to all writers. Well I was waiting for the train on the 4/5 platform, sort of reading the book, sort of looking down the tunnel to see if the train was coming. In the section I was reading he says something about how people like to read about work for some reason. He cited John Grisham novels where you're reading about lawyers, and such. My novel is for young adults and I started thinking about what young adults want to read about. I think that mostly kids want to read about being left alone (a world without adults) and sex (not hardcore sex of course, but more the possiblity of it and the curiosity of it.). My book mostly has to do with the first part of this, kids wanting to be left alone. This is sort of a classic theme in children's fiction - parents are rarely present, "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe," "Harriet the Spy," "Harold and the Purple Crayon" to name a few. BTW, my book is for an older group than this, but it's just more striking in the younger novels when the parents are conspicuously absent.
So I started thinking, you know, kids want to be left alone, but only as a fantasy. The only time kids really really want to be left alone is when something is wrong. Something at home. Anyway, this led me to realize that the two things that were not right in the book were connected, and exactly how to connect them. It was a great moment, one of those moments that you hate when people tell you about them because you get really jealous and really convinced that instead of a muse maybe what you have on your hands is a dead parakeet. Well, so this was a muse day and not a dead parakeet day and I feel really good about that.
I also went to yoga and my lovely and fun friend was there again so we got to be in class together and share the walk home together. What a great way to start the day...