Paula’s Post #97 — Who, do you suppose, besides me, caught the faint but unmistakable whiff of rebellion in Silk’s last post on ‘Chaos Theory‘?
Her near-visceral longing to hear her literary and creative heroes grant her ‘permission’ to embark upon her novel with joyful abandon… to ‘set sail’ (an apt metaphor, as Silk is the nautical one amongst us)… to break free from the chafing strictures and the ties that bind.
Silk is not alone. I, too, admit to a certain ‘wistfulness’, knowing that our next 5writers novels are intended to be:
…the product of focused study (see previous posts on ‘deconstruction’)…
…and based on the classic art and science of story-telling, as explained by the gurus of fiction-writing.
In other words, no more ‘free-wheeling’ fun. No more ripping out a story, not knowing where we are headed. No more entertaining ourselves. No more letting our characters run roughshod over our rudimentary plotting, no more letting our characters send the story reeling away in an entirely new direction.
We’re going to do it right, this time, Dad gum it! Just you wait and see.
Or so we told ourselves, when we promised that, this time, we’d approach this novel writing business scientifically and learn, learn, learn, learn our craft the hard-way, no matter how boring it may be to deconstruct an entire novel.
Except, in the oft quoted words of the Bard, aye, there’s the rub.
At least for me.
Because the truth is, it is boring.
I feel like I’m back in school. Wait. Worse than that. I feel like I am back in math class. Yes, math class. Struggling to construct and deconstruct algebraic formulae (and yes, Silk, or whomever else is out there checking on sin and syntax, and spelling, the plural of formula, is formulae).
I looked it up.
And guess what? Looking up mundane facts is, shockingly, more fun than trying to deconstruct a novel.
Let me expand on this theme.
I currently have at my bedside a table full of fabulous new and half-read novels. Virgin novels, so to speak. I mean, isn’t that the whole idea of a novel? That it be, well, not to put to fine a point on it, ‘novel’? As in virgin? As in not despoiled?
But I’m not reading those virgin novel novels right now.
They are not part of the program. Instead, I’ve more or less promised to deconstruct a previously read novel: Louise Penny’s, fine, first published novel, Still Life.
Except I already read it.
Almost a year ago. And that means, even at my age and with my memory not quite as sharp as it once was… I still more or less remember it.
And of course, that means that it is not novel at all. It is un-novel. Except there’s pretty much no such word, unless you’re quoting from the French (in which case, it is going to be spelled ‘une nouvelle’ since the French decided, way back when, in the way that the French like to do, that ‘novel’ is one of those nouns that should be feminine, not masculine).
That’s actually a fascinating topic, come to think of it. Have you ever looked at the absurd way the French divided all their nouns into masculine and feminine?
I once had a French person explain to me that the predominantly male French scholars who decided on these ‘gender assignments’ had a penchant for making all good and wonderful things male, and all the other not-so-wonderful things, female. How else can you explain, as writer David Sedaris once humorously pointed out — the French rather confusingly assign the masculine to the word “vagina.”
Oh, but where was I?
Although there is no such thing as ‘un-novel’. We do have the French, ‘use nouvelle’, or better yet, ‘un roman.’
So, no, there is no such word as un-novel. Not really. But there could be. Soon. Just like “selfie”. Why, as we speak, we 5writers could be creating a previously unknown word, and making something utterly new. Created by we 5writers in our quest to deconstruct. We could make up the word:
Like Silk, I’m feeling wistful right about now.
Like most of my 5writer colleagues, I’m super busy this fall. Pre-occupied with many different things and perhaps busier than I’ve been since I retired from the Public Prosecution Service.
I’m busy with responsibilities at work and at home.
Deconstruction, like school work, requires space, time, diligence, patience and discipline. Writing requires all those things, too. But writing is interesting. Especially when you’re telling yourself a story. Especially, when you don’t know how it ends.
Pages deconstructed since last blog post: 10
Pages I want to deconstruct before next blog post: 0
Pages I want to read? Pages I want to write?: Now, we’re getting somewhere.