What Novelists Choose to Write About.

What Novelists Choose to Write About.
Yes, often our characters dictate our stories and it feels like we have very little control over it. But what was the impetus that developed the character in the first place? We - as authors - breath life into a new (fictional) being; what was our intent? People have myriads of reasons to create a story. Often the desire to entertain is really what it's all about. Sometimes a desire to educate in an entertaining matter is more the point - think "To Kill a Mocking Bird," or "Lord of the Flies." These books each highlight a reality of life in a way that keeps readers interested, and helps them understand the issue on a deeper level or from a new perspective.
My novel "Love, Sex and Understanding the Universe" was not written by me but by Jim, my fictional character. He told me his story and I put it on paper. But I created Jim as a vehicle to help me impart a greater understanding on the issues affecting bisexuals, in a way that would keep readers interested.
My novel, "Bonita verses Ivan Rastaman and the Monkey-go-round" is more about entertaining readers, but also deals with bisexuality, and the aftermath of alternative lifestyles of the Age of Aquarius.

Why I Never Wanted to Write a Novel

Why I Never Wanted to Write a Novel
Commitment, commitment, commitment - writing a novel is a long term commitment and there is no guarantee it will payoff. Not only do you not know if it will payoff financially, you don't know if anyone will ever even enjoy it. If you're going to get it done and do it right it takes lots of time away from other things you could be doing or writing. I have not ever taken even a second to contemplate how many hours I put into my novel "Love, Sex and Understanding the Universe." I think I'd get dizzy and faint if I did.
I wrote the book simply because I had no other choice. It was intended to be a short story but the short story, which I really was excited about, would not fit into the confines of that format. My main character, Jim, would not be satisfied with me telling just that one little bit of his life. He wanted the whole thing told, and I could see too that without his back-story the short story did not make sense. Jim was not the kind of guy to get himself into the mess he was in. I wanted to know what happened to get him there and he told me, and told me and told me. But I answered back that this was all fine and well but I was NOT going to write a novel. He wouldn't shut up and even went on to tell me what happens after the slice of time in the story. Finally, I gave up and did as he insisted, and told his story.
So, was it worth it? Do I regret the time - years - I put into that book? Well, of course it was worth it to get Jim to stop his incessant narrating in my head. More importantly though, I love the novel. The few others who have heard parts of it - no one else has ever read the whole thing (YET) - have been intrigued too, and that's very encouraging. However, what's most telling about how I feel about having put that time and commitment into the book is that fact that once I was done I wanted to do it again, and thus, my second novel, "Bonita verses Ivan Rastaman and the Monkey-go-round."

Are Novels Largely Autobiographical?

Are Novels Largely Autobiographical?
People who have read my fiction often make comments that assume much of what I write is autobiographical. My character's all live lives that are extremely different from the one I've been leading, but that doesn't mean my experiences didn't help me write my novels. Events, people I've known, things people have said to me, and places I have been, have frequently inspired me. For example, in "Love, Sex and Understanding the Universe," my minor character, Carol was initially modeled after a woman I once saw on a bus. I have my character seeing her on the same bus route, wearing the same outfit, but when I couldn't get a good grasp on this woman's personality, I went and borrowed the physical attributes of an acquaintance of mine in the Ozarks. Suddenly Carol came alive and she's nothing like my acquaintance except in looks.
Likewise, for years I poked around with the idea that eventually became my second novel, "Bonita Verses Ivan Rastaman and the Monkey-Go-Round," but could not get it to take a hold on me. When I had my main character say and do some things a woman once said and did with me this brought Bonnie alive, though she is extremely different from the real woman I know. Then after I went to the Rainbow Gathering here in the Ozarks I decided to put Bonnie and her father in a scene there. While she sees some of the same things I did at the Gathering, her experience is her's alone and the people she meets are fabrications based on bits and pieces of people I have come across in my lifetime. It is this scene that made the novel finally take off for me.

Writers Have to Actually Write.

Writers Have to Actually Write.
If you fancy yourself a writer, remember, it's only okay to think about writing, talk about writing, and read about writing, if you are also actually writing.
Ideas not coming to you? Ideas too malformed? Just write anyway. Write anything. Describe your blank mind, describe your blank paper or screen, describe how you hate writing when you don't know what to write. Write the monologue of the laundry screaming at you to be washed, write your inner dialogue that insists/resists writing. Write the plot of your worst day, write the plot of your best day, write the plot of your ideal day. Write the words the wind is speaking, write about how stupid it is that I suggested you write about the words the wind speaks, write about how you'd like to hear the wind speak.
Writing these things is great practice; if you can find the way to describe a unfinished concrete floor you are doing much to perfect your craft, and one day, someday, this writing will lead to a story forming in your head.
How do I know these things? Been there - done that (often).

The Stories Within.

The Stories Within.

Lots of people over the years have said to me, when they found out I was a writer, "Oh, I've got a great story for you to write!" I'm always shocked - though you'd think I shouldn't be by now - that people think I need help finding tales to tell.
One of the things about needing to be a writer is that there are stories inside that are constantly pushing to get out, and one of the best things about being a novelist is using the imagination to create new world and new lives. Writing someone else's story would be like repainting a watercolor. There is an art to retelling someone else's story, but it's very different from inventing your own.
The hard part for me isn't coming up with ideas, it's making those ideas gel into form, getting my characters to take on a life of their own, and then getting them to let me tame them a bit to make the plot work.
On the same note, when I was a beginning writer, I often found that creative writing classes focused on accessing your inner creativity to dream up stories. This was always frustrating for me because I had all sorts of ideas running amok and just needed to learn how to corral them; I needed the techniques for good story telling, and info like: how not to overuse commas - which I think I still do.

Why I Use to do all my Writing in Coffeehouses.

Why I Use to do all my Writing in Coffeehouses.
My first novel, "Love, Sex, and Understanding the Universe" was entirely written in coffeehouses. I worked on that book for so many years that the coffee houses include those in San Francisco, St. Thomas USVI, Eureka Springs and Fayetteville, Arkansas. Coffeehouses provided, along with - obviously - lots of free flowing energy educing warm beverage, an escape from dishes and laundry screaming to be washed, phones (pre-cell phone) demanding to be answered, bills needing to be addressed, family members intruding etc.
Libraries offer this same escape - minus the java juice - but libraries tend to be too quiet - except for those pesky books shouting "look at me, look at me!" - so quite, in fact, as to induce sleepiness. More importantly though, libraries do not offer the other great feature of coffee shops - inspiration in the form of life and activity. Now one might think these things would be distracting, what I found though is that when the writing flow is going, activity around me becomes vague background noise, but when the flow isn't easily forthcoming, the activity provides sparks of ideas, triggers memories or emotional reactions, and then here comes the flow - the words start to form, push their way onto paper and off I go.

Going with the Flow

Going with the Flow
Funny how what seems like a big loss at the time often turns out to be one of the best things that ever happened to you.
I'd felt bogged down for years in being the office manager for the restaurant I co-owned with my "life partner," but I'd been doing it for so long, and the money was pretty good, and I had to make my business work, and I didn't know what else I could do, so I trudged along. Then I had the business taken away from me and I freaked out because it was what I knew, what I had, what I'd worked so long at and what was successful financially.
Yes, it was a major trauma for me. But though it was done to hurt me, it turned out to be one of the best things that person had ever done for me - albeit unwittingly. It forced me to give up what was holding me back, and tampering my spirit. Losing the business meant becoming poor, meant being thrown into a sea of vast unknown, but it also meant being thrown into a sea of possibilities and opportunities.
I got work freelancing for a local paper. The money was not great but I was doing what I loved. Then another life trauma - having my tires slashed. This forced me out of journalism, which I enjoyed on many levels and could at least make a little money from, but this act, despite the hostile intent, got me to see that I need to do what I love best, what I never allowed myself to devote to full time - writing fiction and publishing my work. So, no, I don't appreciate those who've traumatized me, but yes, I do appreciate that endings bring new and often better beginnings.