Outtakes & bloopers

Outtakes & bloopers

Just for the fun of it, here are some rare examples of notes, original drafts, and practice pieces that I’ve literally jotted down.

First, two examples from the Wind∼Word session I blogged about earlier. When I stopped and said “my writing is terrible,” the photo may give you an idea how right I was. There wasn’t any real prompt for this piece, just to enjoy the moment and start writing when we felt like it.

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When I apologized for my “terrible writing,” you can see why. And on second thought, I should have stuck with “egrets” instead of “storks,” though I wasn’t sure I had the right species.

Here’s what I wrote, complete with strikeouts:

The last weekend of summer, despite the back-to-school
Despite the back-to-school quietude of the end of the tourist season, the traffic is heavy in busy Burlington harbor. Kayakers paddle in quartets and paddle-boarders venture like egrets  storks across the water posing ch challenging the skippers of larger vessels as they make their way past the breakwater

The tiny craft are a challenge to navigation, but the power as the sailors wind their way against the wind. But the larger challenge is the power craft — some small, buzzing like mosquitos, and ignoring the no-wake rules, leaving the kayakers and boarders awash in their wake.

Sailors know the tacking, turning paths they must take around the vessels moored in the harbor. They know not to disrupt the others at the mercy of the winds. 

Perhaps that’s why the larger sailing vessels, out for a day or perhaps seeking a new harbor for the night, slide out to the center lake under power. 

Or perhaps the power is what they prefer.

Here’s one that’s a mashup of columns I’ve done and my National Novel Writing Month experience last year. The prompt was to think about origin stories and times when we acted before our inner editor could jump in, and had to face the consequences:

More scrawl, with too many cross-outs. We were supposed to avoid self-editing. For what it’s worth, this “Captain’s Log” from the United Federation of Planets proved an excellent medium for uninhibited scribbling. (It was also just the right size to fit in my snack bag.)

Believe it or not, I once wrote a novel.

I’d My origins as a writer date back to high school. I took I found myself in my inner voice in creative writing class. I wrote dripping satires of high school life — Chaucerian sketches of the teachers and administration and my rivals. That sort of thing.

It was fun.

I showed them to my father — a very down-to-earth businessman who thought my fluency with language would lead me to a career in law, perhaps, or politics.

He read through them, slid his reading glasses down his nose, and peered at me over the frames.

“Tell you what,” he said. “Go out and get some life experiences. Then you’ll have something to write about.”

So I followed his advice — college, career, family, bring-home-the-bacon good provider, wordsmith and style guardian for a newspaper. Though this fed my need to work with words, I was telling other people’s stories.

I wasn’t telling my own.

Still, my Dad recognized my int that I was making a living using my skills, and owned up some 20 years later that “maybe there was something to this writing thing after all.”

Th I kept the fiction thing clamped down for most of my career. It takes time. It takes discipline. It takes concentration. It takes privacy. It takes peace of mind.

It takes lots of coffee.

And then last year October, I saw a reference to something called National Novel Writing Month, which was November. The challenge is to write a short 50,000-word novel in the 30 days that are bookended by holiday preparations and end-of-yearseason, end-of-year life duties.

The only way to meet the challenge is to dive in, pace yourself, and keep writing, not look back, not rewrite, not self-edit, just keep going forward press on toward the mark.

For a month, I sequestered myself in a makeshift office, away from family and friends, coming out only to carve the Thanksgiving turkey.

And then it was done. I hit the 50,000-word mark (50,800 if I remember correctly) with a complete beginning, middle and end, with conflict, humor, characters.

It was fun.

I’d conquered my inner editor and overcome my father’s fine fatherly advice. 

I’d done it! I’d met the challenge, learned from the experience, created a world that I’d been keeping in the back of my mind for 30 years.

Then I zipped it into a file and tucked it into a folder in a directory and never opened it again.

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