Last Monday I dove into writing Book 3 of my Fianna trilogy. I came up gasping for air, flapping my arms and legs, trying not to drown in the Booooooooring as hell beginning of my book.
Seriously. I was like “Sahnoooooooooze FEST, McGovy!”
I am better than the schwill I was spilling. And while I’m all about keeping the rough draft rough, I knew I had to start this Hotfooting on the right foot. I looked at the 1,000 words I’d written, dozed off, woke back up, and tried jumping forward. Nope, still sucked.
Sickened, I closed the document and went to work out. I was pissed at myself, which is kinda good since I go kickboxing at 9Round (Shout out to 9Rounders! Whoop whoop! I love it). Anyway, I get there, all mad at Maddox and his stoic a$$ POV and frustrated with myself for not coming out of the corner swinging like Pacquiao.
I do three minutes on the jump rope. I really hate jumping rope unless it’s Double Dutch and that’s only because DD makes me chuckle at my skills being shamed by eight year old girls. I do three minutes of burpees. (Burpees: Exercise code for torture). Then, it started to hit me around burpee number 13: EMichels whole black and white vs. color blog post.
I move on to the focus bag. What is wrong with my scene? I thought it was the beginning.
I abso look like this while working out, btw. Yep, yep I do. 😉
Heavy bag is next. Kicking and kneeing the crud out of it, the endorphins start to fire. “No, McGovy.”(Yeah I talk to myself a lot. And, what?) “You began before the beginning. Not too far before, but still too far for what you want.”
Then, practicing hand to hand with the trainer, thinking my character Cian would be so proud, flooded with the feel good hormones that a great workout provides, it hits me. I have to open with the Druid and his Fianna in their element! Toss the reader into the fray! Get craaaazy!
With Maddox, since he’s book three, I need to start the story not just in color, but in Hi-Def and surround sound. Bury the reader in the sensations and chaos of that opening scene with a tight yet free handed camera. It’s supposed to be mayhem at first. I have to trust the reader and go with it. After the swell of the storm, I can back up the camera angle, steady it a bit, and get a wider shot with a little B&W info.
I hit the speed bag with renewed energy and hope. I can write this story! The scene starts to play out in my mind and I’m making that hard earned “pah-donk, pah-donk, pah-donk” sound on the bag without even paying attention. My mind is miles away, in the opening of an orchard, where four men are invoking magic and some crazy shiz is going down.
Bliss! Pure bliss is the only way to describe the feeling when that elusive scene finally reaches a writer. I finished up my work out, rushed home, texted EMichels with an “I’ve got it!” text, and proceeded to handwrite the entire scene in just over an hour.
My point? Other than don’t lose hope when a scene plays hide and seek with you? Exercise helped me overcome my writing hurdle. When you’re banging your head against the keyboard, GET UP! Go away and move your body. Walk, run, box, dance – whatever it is you like. Just move it! Work up an exercise-y glow and get the endorphins flowing. Work out your body and I bet you’ll work out your mind and the kinks in your story.
I totally look like this too. *nods* Bah-HA!