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posted by on Nov 20

Writing and Revising, or . . .

When Is a Do-Over Overdone?

Every writer must revise. It’s an icky fact of life. It’s where perspiration meets inspiration. It’s what separates the tough guys from the talkers and posers. I’m a tough guy when I fearlessly excise redundancies from my prose. Not always a breeze. But as one of my friends’ dads used to say, “Nothing hard is ever easy.” This is especially true of writing. Writing is hard. Revision is hard. An exquisite piece of writing, like a wooden sailboat, not only means the ability to sail clear and true to an intended destination, it’s also a testament to the love of the craft.

Good writing isn’t accomplished in a single Saturday. It requires patience and forbearance, those bastions of character that are becoming rare as a pink pigeon these days. It means working doggedly to perfect a passage until you wish someone else had written it, so it would be their problem to solve! And it means letting go of the cute and clever, in service of the fluent and clear. Writing well means knowing how much is too much.

“Exaggerate nothing.”

– Michael Larsen, How to Write a Book Proposal

The Wisdom of Wishing for Wigwams . .

and Other Perils Perpetrated at the Tip of a Pen

How fair and wondrous our words appear, when first they do pour out upon the page! Only two weeks later, however, the purple passages are evident as a roundly hammered thumb. Just the other day a writer friend was reading a first draft of mine (True friends share cold drafts, both the written kind and the fireside kind.” And this draft was barely chilled; the ink still shone in the light, so eager was I that it be Seen. Perusing, my friend scratched his chin. “I just want to know one thing,” he began. “When you described this character as a ‘fickle fanatic,’ did you really mean it?” Well no, I was just being clever, I admitted, pulling out my red pento mark the errant phrase.

A little later my friend paused again. “And did you really intend to say that tears ‘pooled in her eyes like daunting dreams? How can dreams be daunting? And do they ‘pool,’ exactly? Pools are usually pretty big, too, you know. At least in Texas.” I sighed. Such is the life of a writer, and of a writer’s friend. One is always asking and answering such questions. Truth and fiction once again were clashing in the tireless interplay that makes writers wonder how a sentence — any sentence at all — manages to succeed in making literary sense.

When is a word or phrase overdone? When (after lying dormant for two weeks) it no longer sounds true and real. When it begs the question. When it sits like a limp in the middle of the sentence and says so little that if you removed it no one would notice. I took out the abovementioned passages, those my friend objected to, as well as one particularly juicy one in which I described a high school teacher as having “parted the seas of my young mind.” It was, in fact, too much. I could see that. Even with a part running down the middle of my mind.

Try This Right Now!

My first creative writing teacher used to say, when she saw each new poem I handed over, “Ooohh, I love this. This is great.” Or sometimes, “Aww. This is so sensitive and beautiful.” Praise has its place, and I appreciate her to this day for saying nice things about my early efforts which were, at best innocently immature and at worst, exceedingly self-indulgent. But try this: Put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) for, say, two minutes, without stopping, and especially without hoping someone else will love it later. Just have fun! Let those words tumble out and then . . .

Turn it into a portrait of someone. Removing all adjectives, tell a story about this person. Go on, it’ll be fun. Why pull out all the adjectives? Because they tend to stack up, like dishes in a Sunday sink. If you remove the adjectives before you begin to revise, you won’t have to contend with sentences like, “Her arms were narrow, long, and white.” If you toss out all adjectives, you’ll also be forced to eradicate the verb “to be.” And this (she said, breaking her own rule to make a point) is a very good thing. (See how sterile that sounded?) And if you eradicate little old “to be,” exciting wonderments begin to arise, such as, “She bent near, and the fringe on the cuff of her jacket swept across his arm. A little shiver traveled with singular purpose all the way up to his earlobe.” Okay, so I let a “little” adjective sneak in there. But you get the idea. Have fun now.

But when you return to this bit of writing later, with your red pen? Remember: enough is enough.

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Ceci Miller owns CeciBooks, an editorial and book publishing consultancy that empowers authors to write, publish, and market irresistible books that uplift and inspire. Ceci has written, co-authored, and edited books with bestselling authors and experts since 1988. See new and popular book projects. Also . . . Find expert information on writing, publishing, and marketing a book in CeciBooks Chats (Getting Started series is FREE).

A graduate of the University of Iowa Writer’s Workshop, Ceci Miller is also the author of two published children’s picture books, and former contributing editor for Darshan, an international magazine. A student of yoga and meditation since 1976, Ceci leads seminars that explore language as a vehicle for personal transformation. Based on her book Sacred Visitations, and the popular book she co-authored with John Lee, Writing from the Body, Ceci’s work (both with CeciBooks authors and in public programs) blends writing, intuitive guidance, and contemplative practices that connect right brain creativity with your true intention.

posted by on Oct 25

Warning: This entry contains (somewhat hyperbolic) reminiscences about my offspring.

Recently I watched my son Matthew practicing martial arts. I stood amazed as with a steady gaze of almost spooky composure he executed a long series of complex movements in one fluid dance. Why was I amazed? Probably for the same reason I was stunned to behold the arc of his head just moments after his birth. Because perfection – real perfection, not the gnarly “ism” that nags you until you get it right, but the pure-flowing kind – always comes as a delightful surprise.

Why can’t we make perfection happen when we want it to? Because it’s the very serendipitous nature of things (Imagine! Once again a fresh new human being appears!) that makes us say, “Aahh, perfection.” If we could predict it, it wouldn’t be perfect.

Simply by being willing to be surprised – in the act of writing, as elsewhere in life – we throw open a doorway to the miraculous. Those superb moments of beauty and truth (Big “B”, Big “T”) that we know we couldn’t have hatched with a plan.

Yet if we’re ever to meet up with perfection – in our written work, in the martial arts, in the verdant rainforests of heart and mind – we instinctively know it’s going to mean giving up the desire to “do it well,” and giving in to speaking openly and baldly as we can about whatever matters most to us. Otherwise the Inner Critic will take hold of our writing and mash it to a pulp before its unplanned beauty ever has a chance to make its debut.

The tough truth: I can’t Want to write well and expect to write anything good. Years ago I gave up being “good,” on all counts. Now I write with abandon, with the intention to unveil whatever would like to be unveiled in myself and in life. I edit later, not until I reach the End of a first draft. Until that time comes, I keep on “applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair,” as Hemingway said. Writing by the light of an intention to be as truthful as possible, at some point I may glimpse perfection.

Seeing the miraculous emerge from your own words, you’ll be as amazed as anyone. When it arises, you’ll sense its fragility. You won’t dare congratulate yourself. You’ll just read over the bit again and again, appreciating its tenuous beauty. You’ll feel a surpassing love, as though you’re holding a just-born infant. Because you are, kind of. And if at that moment you have any words at all to offer, they’ll probably assemble themselves into a seriously worn cliché: “Thank you.” But my advice is, say them anyway, or write them down, even if (or especially if) you’re all by yourself.

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Ceci Miller owns CeciBooks, an editorial and book publishing consultancy that empowers authors to write, publish, and market irresistible books that uplift and inspire. Ceci has written, co-authored, and edited books with bestselling authors and experts since 1988. See new and popular book projects. Also . . . Find expert information on writing, publishing, and marketing a book in CeciBooks Chats (Getting Started series is FREE).

A graduate of the University of Iowa Writer’s Workshop, Ceci Miller is also the author of two published children’s picture books, and former contributing editor for Darshan, an international magazine. A student of yoga and meditation since 1976, Ceci leads seminars that explore language as a vehicle for personal transformation. Based on her book Sacred Visitations, and the popular book she co-authored with John Lee, Writing from the Body, Ceci’s work (both with CeciBooks authors and in public programs) blends writing, intuitive guidance, and contemplative practices that connect right brain creativity with your true intention.

posted by Ceci Miller on Jun 19

It’s amazing how amply jazzed you can get if you allow yourself to remember some especially resonant event and then let it expand onto the page. This process elicits written wonders you could never have thought up. Seriously. I call it “flying by the seat of your pencil.” The key is being willing to jump off the Cliff of Your Own Imagination, with nothing whatever but your pencil beneath you á la Harry Potter on his Nimbus 2000, and go whisking through the skies of your psyche, dodging dragons while in hot pursuit of whatever shiny things (images, characters, or finding out what happens next) make you want to keep flying.

You write as if streaking through the sky––clothed, of course, for those of you who remember what “streaking” used to mean ––toward an uncertain destination. Only once you have reached it will you know, where you are headed. You will have landed, of course, in the dangerous heart of the imagination. Its pulse steady, reassuring, almost obvious. And yet now and then it wanders, slightly offbeat, and you remember its unpredictability. Later you will revise and craft a bit so that the piece holds its own, if not calmly or with readily perceptible order, as a whole.

For now, while you fly by the seat of your pencil, your only desire is to report whatever is whizzing through the mind’s intrepid weather: a mocking branch, the crackle of leaves suggesting footfall, the color and movement of a phantom in the mist about to reveal itself. Keep flying, and you’ll meet it face to face! This, dear friends, is writing. And the culmination of many such journeys, interwoven in a way that deeply satisfies, sometimes earns the name of Book.

A Writing Exercise
To do this you must be willing to engage in the physical act of writing – with a pencil, on a piece of paper. Antiquarian, I know, but bear with me. Start by describing anything at all: a hairpin, a soggy sock stuck to the sidewalk, or (if your taste runs to the cheery) a bowl of vivid berries with their dainty leaves still attached. Keep writing until the cherries or the hairpin or the sock are not themselves, but have begun morphing into some wildly tenuous Other.

At this point you are now Flying By the Seat of Your Pencil! Keep flying. If the soggy sock has acquired a foot, let it run with abandon– keep laying down those rows and rows of graphite. Do not allow the sock to stop running — kersplatch! kasquish! kasplotch! — until it has arrived somewhere entirely astonishing. Alternatively, if the cherries in your bowl have begun emitting the sounds of bees, permit the insects to explode into harmonics, or swarm into kaleidoscopic formations. Give them all names like “Hootch” and “Tigerbomb”. But wherever the ride takes you, Keep Your Seat Firmly Attached to Your Pencil. It’s your anchor. The only rule is: Everything onto the page! Thundercats are go! . . . Let each image/sound/event unfold, and write it down.

Above all, don’t think.

How will you know when to stop, you ask (beads of sweat forming)?
Simple. Stop when you’re done.

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posted by Ceci Miller on Jun 19

To make an impact, your writing must stand out from what’s inside all the other paper sandwiches stacking the counters at Bones and Narble (and all the other Elvises of the bookselling world). How exactly is this done? Well…

A Writing Exercise for Your Inner Nut Case

First, think of a bright color. Now stand up — yes, Right Now — stand up and take a bow. Bet you’re the first person on your block to do this today. Congratulate yourself! Honor your innate goodness! You are the only you there is! Glorious and unfathomable in your uniqueness, humble though you may be. And that’s only the beginning…

Now sit down again, if you like. Alright, so remember when you were a little kid and you were in daily, intimate communication with your Inner Nut Case? You’d have these crazy ideas about new stuff to do. You wouldn’t consult an expert — you’d just go straight to the closet, find your big brother’s cowboy boot, turn it upside down and screw it onto your head like a hat. That’s just the sort of thing I’m talking about… That same Inner Nut Case is waiting in the wings — over there, see? — hoping you will allow it to start working wonders in your writing mind.

So… right now, write for 15 minutes without stopping, from the point of view of your Inner Nut Case…

Don’t wait – innovate!
Because everybody likes new stuff.

WARNING: Do not, I repeat Do Not book a flight to your big brother’s childhood closet. Instead, book a flight of fancy — write down at least 6 bizarro, juicy-weird things you’d write right now if you knew for sure that nobody gave a piddlin’ two pennies one way or the other. Flex your originality! And then, provided they’re legal, try ‘em out.

Shoot me a comment if something great happens. If nothing great happens, I’ll bet your journal would love to hear all about it.

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posted by Ceci Miller on Jun 9

If you’re enough of a dang fool to want to be a writer, you know you’ve got to do crazy writing exercises. One a day, if possible. Like a vitamin, only a lot more delicious. Like a Red Vine, only good for you. Just as chewy as a Red Vine, but not in quite the same way. Which brings us to today’s writing exercise:Writing Exercise for Milk Lovers* Imagine you’re lying down. A massive cow is standing over you. Full udders. Watch your face. No, you have not been kidnapped into someone’s free-roaming hallucination. Yes, this is most definitely a writing exercise. Now try filling out the rest of this sentence: “If only I had . . . .” Then write another one to hang onto the tail of that one. Keep going until you stop. If you stop after, say, just two sentences, don’t. Because a crazy dang fool writer would keep this writing exercise moving until milk flooded the farm and every tobacca-chewer in town was involved. Or something else even more outrageous happened. Or you could just hang out under that cow and keep up the in-depth reporting. Dish the details. Don’t leave out anything. Go for the gross factor. . . Actually, I misspoke. You don’t have to like milk to love this writing exercise. You just have to be willing to be a dang fool. Because if you’re not open to being a fool then, dangit, a whole herd of cows could be standing over you and you wouldn’t be able to write a single word.Stay tuned for more writing exercises not involving dairy animals or milk products. Mad geeky writing exercises will be breakin’ out all over this blog, so you might as well subscribe. Go on. Click it: ____((RSS feed))___