There’s been a sense of dissonance with my author groups that I’m part of lately. So many of my friends used to be pushing toward that next book, that next project, the next book festival, and getting excited about what was coming next. Now though so many of them are despondent when they look at their author career, and it really isn’t surprising why.

Some of us have been in quarantine for over three months even while others are able to go freely where they want. Many authors I’ve spoken with are in the same boat, either due to their own health issues or for loves ones. Then the protests began and the excessive use of force from police departments kept me glued to live feeds every evening near curfew to see what would happen, to keep an eye out for people on the ground. I had friends get involved in protests who had to run away from tear gas and rubber bullets. Still the violence hasn’t stopped. Just the other day a police officer killed a black man for falling asleep in his car here in Atlanta. There’s a constant sense of outrage and desperation right now that’s impossible to miss.

It’s difficult to write when your heart is bleeding for the world around you. It’s difficult to put aside your fears and worries when you see all the people risking their lives daily to be heard.

Stephen King called writing telepathy. After describing a scene, he writes the following in his book, On Writing.

This is what we’re looking at, and we all see it. I didn’t tell you. You didn’t ask me. I never opened my mouth and you never opened yours. We’re not even in the same year together, let alone the same room… except we are together. We are close. We’re having a meeting of the minds. […] We’ve engaged in an act of telepathy.

I think back to this concept regularly when I’m struggling with my writing. Creating a scene or a character for readers to identify and care for is an act of telepathy, and if an author has a hard time expressing the image they have in their head, or worse yet, if they have a hard time even picturing the scene they want to convey, then static comes across the line. Readers pick up on that static, whether they realize it or not. They feel the loss of focus or a character doing something that doesn’t make sense. They feel that discontinuity.

When the world feels like it’s on fire, authors can have a hard time channeling their minds into words. It’s understandable that there’s static. It’s understandable to get frustrated because it’s too hard to focus and the words won’t come out. It’s okay to feel like the characters aren’t behaving properly. It’s impossible to extract writing from the time and place that it was written. As creators of worlds, people, and locations, authors need to be aware of the static that gets in the way and allow it to exist. Sometimes the static is there for a reason.

Somehow over the past couple of months I found the mindset to write a book, Chosen, the last book in the Stolen series. I finished writing it a month into quarantine and finished editing it after the police violence at protests began dying down last week. I focused my outrage and pain into my novel, into my characters, and into scenes which ended up being eerily similar to the scenes I read about online. I had characters house protagonists despite risking their lives to do it. I had enemies hide behind their military troops. I had powerful characters admit that they were in too much pain to carry on in battle.

Basically I allowed the real world to infiltrate my book world in a way that expanded the world. I allowed some crossover, but only if it made sense. I channeled the emotions I felt from hearing these stories and from watching these horrors. Sometimes I realized the crossover was happening as I wrote the book, but other times I didn’t realize it until I was editing.

I know that the writing process is very different for everyone, and that we all have different ways of coping with the stress going on in the world, but I hope that hearing how I have come to terms with it helped. Chosen was meant to be written during this time and it is truly reflected in the storyline.

My advice is to listen to that static and see if it can push you in the right direction. See if it’s trying to encourage a change of direction or a change in a character. I hope you find a way to continue your craft despite the difficulties we are dealing with now and on the long road ahead.

Still here, and still caught up with Camp NaNo for the time being!

Almost half way!

You know sometimes I feel guilty as a writer that I’m working on a fanfiction piece instead of some original work, but it’s also really freeing at the same time. There is quite a bit of pressure when you write original stories. Even if you try hard not to worry about it, there are thoughts swirling in the back of your mind. You wonder how your plots will be seen, what people will think of the characters you’ve made, if people will have trouble understanding the magic or technology in your world, what statements you’re making with the choices you make. It’s silly stuff really, but will sit in the back of your mind like the smell of trash left in the kitchen for too long. Even if you don’t notice it, your writing does.

When you write fanfiction, lots of those problems are handled for you already. Don’t like the characters? They’re part of the fandom. Don’t understand the magic? Take a look at the references in these books/episodes/movies. Of course then you get a ton of other questions to worry about. If you write someone out of character (OOC) then you’ll piss off a good chunk of fans. If your plot diverts too far from the original, you won’t even see a fraction of the readers. All these things have to be considered. As a writer, it’s kind of nice to have a different set of problems I suppose. As I saw mentioned once, it’s fun playing with someone else’s toys and not having to make your own.

Technically I didn’t need to get writing in today, but I always prefer to have a buffer. I hate running behind because then it’s always difficult to catch up again.

In other news, I’m almost done with Stephen King’s Joyland. It’s really interesting to read since I’m partway through The Shining right now too. I had to stop The Shining before going on vacation, because Jack Torrence was yelling at people over the phone and just generally being angry all the time, and I simply couldn’t get into it. Not with my sister getting married and a fun vacation on the way. Jack was kind of becoming a party downer, though I guess that’s kind of what he’s supposed to be. I couldn’t see his perspective at all, and his anger was starting to make me angry. So I’m letting that book breathe for a while to read something different.

Joyland so far is very much the opposite. Sometimes it’s tough to believe that both were written by the same writer. Of course Stephen King is older, more settled, and probably happier than he was when he wrote The Shining. The writing style is still there of course, along with the fabulous descriptions, the character mannerisms, and the dialects that I love in his work, but the protagonist is an optimist. He doesn’t start that way of course, but he gets more optimistic, more sure of himself, as the story progresses.

Of course, I haven’t reached the end yet. It’s dangerous that the protagonist is a nice guy, cause he is in a Stephen King novel after all. Plus Goodreads lists it in the Horror, Thriller, and Mystery genres, so I’ll be curious to see what happens to our nice guy protagonist. It’s a fun read though, especially for the summer. I probably would have finished it at the beach if i hadn’t rained so often. Some of my favorite stuff was the description of carnie life, the way the college kids on summer break get trained to run the rides, and of course all the supernatural stuff that’s sprinkled throughout.

I’ll probably be posting up a more detailed review once I’m done. So far it’s been a blast.