My perceived need to write perfection is like an octopus trapping me in the edit process. (1801 Drawing by Pierre de Montfort: Wikipedia) |
To make the scene convincing
requires what Burroway in Imaginative Writing calls “imaginative research.” When researching historical
fiction, Mary Lee Settle suggests reading “in the period” not “about the
period.” The only way I found out about
Archie and Algonquin riding through the City of the Dead was via email
correspondence with the research librarian of the Theodore Roosevelt Collection
at Harvard’s Houghton Library. She
discovered the earliest mention of Algonquin, which was the cemetery scene, reported
by only one newspaper. Filling out the
scene required skimming 30 to 40 newspaper articles from May 29, 1902, to June
2, 1902. Thank goodness for the Library of Congress National Newspaper Archive
and Boolean searches. After all this research, I reshaped the information, as
Burroway suggests, to “let it feed your piece, not devour it.” My first draft of the Decoration Day scene
was organized around each step of the President’s trip to Arlington Cemetery;
it even included the road names. I
learned to toss aside my notes and start the draft as if it were a story
informed, not dictated, by the facts. Of
course, Algonquin was nickering in my ear “Start with me and Archie riding
between the gravestones.”
And then comes revision. If Dante, in some alternate universe of time
and space, ever had to rewrite his Divine Comedy into modern English, I am certain
that he would add a level to Hell called “revision.” It is not so much the time that it
takes—although that can be horrific—or the recognition that your first draft is
shitty in Lamott’s words but the frequent necessity of drowning your own
babies. The poet Rita Mae Reese reveals
that she must write 10 to 20 “failed” poems and 20 to 30 “competent” poems to
achieve one “lasting” poem. Her poem
success rate averages out to approximately the survival rate of broadcast
spawning by sea cucumbers.
I feel that my successful
spawn rate is closer to that of the limpet.
I estimate that I have invested almost 40 hours in research and four
rewrites, or what Lamott in Bird by Bird calls false starts, in the three-page preface to my
Algonquin book. I am going to lay this
piece aside now and work on completing the book. As Lamott suggests, I need to get to know my
characters, “to hang with them long enough to see beyond all the things they
aren’t” such as geoducks. When I return
to the book, I am certain that the preface will require another total rewrite.
After revision comes line
editing and getting critical feedback. Among
my problems at this stage are “varying sentence length” plus “long winded,” “adjective
heavy,” and “melodramatic”
language. Plus
I need a serious refresher on comma usage.
All of these are fixable at the next stage of hell, or um revision. That brings me to Lamott’s comments on
determining when the book or short story is done. According to her simile of putting the
octopus to bed, the story will always reach out for more revisions. So to paraphrase Lamott, this is the very
best I can do now. Night, night octopus!