Don’t Force It

For the past 30-odd years I’ve had a sweet story percolating in my brain and taking up space on several different hard drives. I’m fairly certain it’s a young adult tale, but…  It’s the “fairly” part of the equation that keeps biting me on the posterior. Why, for cryin’ out loud, have I not been able to get this story written?

Because I’m not sure where the damned thing is going!

I’ve written over 20,000 words in at least four different attempts to bring this story to life. If nothing else, I expected to at least move the freaking needle in the right direction, but the same problem kept rearing its hideous head: I’m trying to force my sweet little YA story into something else, something bigger, somewhere it just doesn’t belong. But since I don’t have a concrete ending in mind–despite my fascination with and love for the characters–I keep trying to smush them into a form that isn’t right for them.

Twice now, I’ve written them out of novels I’ve gone on to finish (neither of which was aimed at the YA market). Now, believe it or not, it’s happened again. I saw the light in a novel I’ve been fiddling with since last summer. It won’t work with my sweet, little cadre of YA players, not even as a subplot. But that’s fine for the time being, my hands are no longer tied, and I can go on with the real story–the one I should have started working on in the first place.

I’ll hang on to what I wrote involving those YA players, and someday, hopefully, I’ll come back to them with an ending in mind. So, what does this have to do with the rest of the world’s writing population? Is there a chance I’m the only one who’s faced this dilemma? I doubt it.

Stories come in different sizes and shapes, and forcing one type to fit the mold of another just doesn’t work. You might finish the story; you might even find someone to buy it, but it won’t be as good as it could have been if you’d been true to it from the beginning.

Forced fits never look good. Imagine a size 20 butt in a size 8 tracksuit–or ten pounds of suet in a five-pound bag–same difference. Whether we’re talking suits or sacks, something’s gonna blow at any moment, and you don’t want to be near it when it does.

There are plenty of stories waiting to be told. Some of them are bound to be good! Be content with letting a story evolve into its own comfortable size and shape, at least in the first draft. You can pinch, pull, poke and prune it later.

That, I’m told, is what real writers do.

–Josh

 

 

About joshlangston

Grateful and well-loved husband, happy grandparent, novelist, editor, and teacher. My life plate is full, and I couldn't be happier. Anything else I might add would be anticlimactic. Cheers!
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7 Responses to Don’t Force It

  1. Doris Reidy says:

    Nicely observed. Characters tend to take on a life of their own, don’t they? I’m waiting for your sweet YA story; let’s see it.

  2. MaryCan says:

    I posted this, but it hasn’t popped up yet. Posted on Doris’ short story after yours, and it popped up immediately. Am I on your Banned List?

    All 47 endings to Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell To Arms will be included in a new edition of his 1929 masterpiece published by Scribner next week.

    The Nobel Prize-winning American author, talking to The Paris Review in 1958, 2 years before he shot himself at 61, admitted that the final words of A Farewell to Arms, his semi-autobiographical novel had been rewritten “39 times before I was satisfied”.

    Now the NYT is reporting that a new edition will include all the alternate endings, along with early drafts of other passages in the book. The real number of different endings is 47, discovered by Seán Hemingway after studying the author’s collected writings at the JFK Presidential Library and Museum in Boston.

    When asked by Paris Review interviewer George Plimpton why so many endings, Hemingway replied: “Getting the words right”. He also compiled a list of alternate titles, including Love in War, World Enough and Time, Every Night and All, Of Wounds and Other Causes and The Enchantment. The final title, A Farewell To Arms, is taken from a 16th-century poem by English dramatist George Peele to Queen Elizabeth.

    Mary Cantrell

    May peace & grace be with you & yours

    • joshlangston says:

      Yikes — 47 endings for the same story? No wonder he shot himself. Seriously, though Mary, thank you for a very informative history lesson. (And no, you’re not on the banned list. [smile])

  3. An-l says:

    You always come up with great characters. Keep plugging at this story I can’t wait to read it.

  4. pcartist says:

    Yes, I’ve faced and understand your dilemma. I’ve waited for a novel to come together, but alas, all I’ve got are events, action, but trying to string it together is my quagmire.

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