The Fire Within

We all want our words to sparkle like diamonds, reflecting light out in a brilliant gleam of spectral fire that captivates our readers. However, just as diamonds are produced from rough rock, so our rough drafts must be processed before they will ever sparkle with fire.

The refractive index of a diamond creates its brilliance, which is the amount of light reflected back out of the stone. A diamond’s dispersive power is its ability to split white light into its component spectral colours. When professionally cut, a diamond acts as a prism, reflecting light out from its heart in exquisitely brilliant flashes. These flashes of spectral colours, known as fire, are only apparent after a rough diamond has been cut and polished by a craftsman.

A rough diamond is an ugly lump of unremarkable rock with a dull, battered external surface often covered by a gummy, opaque skin. It is anything but attractive. Do diamond cutters throw away these lumps of rock because they’re ugly? Then why drag our first drafts to the recycle bin? They may be ugly, but to a skilled wordsmith there are diamonds in there.

Have you any idea how much work is involved in finding and digging diamonds from the ground? Did you know that diamond cutters can study these rough stones for weeks before setting to work on them? How does that relate to writing? Just as a diamond cutter has no hope of ever producing a gemstone without first having a rough rock before him, so without a rough draft on the screen before us we have no hope of ever producing literary diamonds that will one day enthral and captivate our readers. Think about that the next time you drag words to the recycle bin.

When I sat down to write my first novel I became bogged down in chapter five. After some time, I realised I was getting nowhere. Thinking things through I came to the conclusion it was because I was always going back to chapter one and revising. Of course, that would lead to a revision of chapter two and usually chapters three and four. I’d do a bit more of chapter five but then I’d think of something else in an earlier chapter and go back and revise some more. I wound up with a spectacular first chapter, a damn good second chapter, a third chapter that needed work, a fourth chapter that was dire and a fifth chapter that made me want to give up. Of course, chapter six never got started. A diamond cutter working to a plan such as this would ruin his diamonds.

How I work now is simple – I write the first draft of chapter one and then put it aside. Then I write chapter two and put it aside. Then I write chapter three and put it aside. And so I continue until the first draft of the entire novel is finished. Only then do I take the time to study my ugly lump of rock. Then, once I can visualise the finished product, I make my plans and set to work on the cutting and polishing.

First drafts are not the time to concern yourself with technicalities like grammar and structure. It isn’t even a time to be bothered with spelling. It is a time to dig into your soul for rough diamonds. Close your metaphorical eyes, fall inside yourself and be there with your characters. Let your five senses breathe. Feel your story. If you’ll forgive the cliché, open your veins and bleed. Let your readers feel what is happening. Rain doesn’t fall from the sky; it trickles down your cheeks like tears. Tears of pain or tears of joy? It’s up to you. Live the experiences and flow with the story. Wander through your landscapes, completely engulfed in the experience. Write from your heart. Forget about what the words look like. You’re making spelling mistakes? Who cares? Coming out of your story to stare at spelling mistakes on a screen at this stage will only flaw your diamonds.

Of course, from a technical point of view, this means your first drafts will be dire. So what? Hemmingway, in his own inimitable way, put it very succinctly – ‘first drafts are shit’. However, this isn’t something to despair over. Quite the contrary. A completed first draft is a rough diamond sitting on the workbench before you, something you didn’t have before.

My advice to aspiring novelists is that once you’ve written the first draft of chapter one, move on to chapter two and keep going. If you think of something that needs to be changed in a previous chapter, scribble it down in a notepad and then forget about it. Get on with the story. You can go back and make changes later. Keep writing. Bend your back and dig until you have that lump of rock on the screen in front of you.

I know, I know, some parts will look so awful you will despair. Keep writing. There is a diamond in there which may not look very pretty, but it’s in there. Sit down every day and type. It is only determination and faithfulness that will dig out those diamonds from within you. Hard work? Oh yes. Writing isn’t for the faint hearted. But what about the rewards? Ever looked into an ideally cut diamond and had your breath taken from you? Beautifying and enriching the world takes work, whether it is a diamond or a novel.

So, you’ve finished your first draft. You have a rough diamond sitting in front of you. Doesn’t look like much, does it? What now?

Diamond cutting is the science of turning a rough stone into a precious gem. It requires specialised knowledge, tools and techniques. Rough diamonds are first examined to decide how best they should be cut. The overall shape of the diamond and its imperfections must be considered. How the diamond is to be cut is cautiously deliberated over. Once all these factors have been taken into account, a decision is made and the stone is marked. Great care is needed if the diamond is to be cleaved as a mistake can shatter the stone. The cleaver mounts the diamond in a holder, inserts a steel wedge into the groove, strikes sharply with a mallet and the diamond splits. Once cleaved, the diamond goes to the next phase of its production which is to be rounded or girdled. The diamond is placed in a lathe and it is slowly rounded into a cone shape. From the girdler the diamond has its facets cut into it. Finally it is polished. Great skill and care is necessary at every stage of a diamond’s production.

And so it is with our writing. How masterful are we with our craft? Are we wordsmiths or do we consider our first drafts God’s gift to the literary world? If the latter, we are not writers yet. After we’ve studied our rough diamond, it’s time to go to work. Work? Oh yes, the first draft was just the fun bit.

Perhaps our skills as wordsmiths are not where they need to be in order to produce brilliant diamonds from our rough drafts. That’s fine. The good news is that I believe all our talent as writers goes into the first draft. Turning those first drafts into polished diamonds isn’t so much a talent as a craftsman’s skill that can be learned and improved on with practice.

If you have difficulty getting your words to sparkle with fire, that doesn’t mean you have no talent, it simply means you need to hone your skills as a craftsman. Instead of dragging words to the recycle bin, why not lay your rough diamonds aside for the time being? You can always go back to them later. Learn what it is to be a wordsmith. Learn what it is to shape and cut and polish words. Your rough diamonds will still be there for you, waiting for the touch of the master’s hand.

Copyright © George Maciver. All rights reserved.

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Published in: on November 5, 2009 at 8:35 am Leave a Comment

One World – new Webpage

Thought it was time to revamp and freshen up the webpage for my novel, One World. Hope you like it!

One World – Click here

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Published in: on October 12, 2009 at 9:02 pm Leave a Comment

The Way of Life and the Way of Death

The Way of Life and the Way of Death, as set forth by Moses, is the theme of my latest book, a Biblical research work clearly defining the way of life and the way of death for the 21st Century. Issues I will be handling will be the fall of man, death, predestination, witchcraft, homosexuality, one world governance and other topical issues.

Make no mistake, once you’ve read this book you will know what the way of life is and you will know what the way of death is. Only when you see the choices clearly can you choose between the two.

Published in: on October 19, 2008 at 7:49 am Comments (2)

A New Book

The haze has finally cleared and I now know what my next book is all about. Shall I call it The Troughs of Animal Farm? Perhaps not. But I do have a nice title lined up. I’m going to give the world such a kick in the balls.

To give you a clue, it’s based on the research I did for One World, that anti-terrorism novel of mine which the ladies seem to enjoy. I read over 90 books researching that thing, as well as the thousands upon thousands of pages of downloaded information from the web. This is going to be interesting!

Published in: on August 12, 2008 at 3:01 pm Comments (6)

Are You the Author?

Was invited to a barbie the other night. Brilliant it was too. Venison burgers, a bottle or three of good lager, great company, great conversation, bonfire, kids enjoying themselves and even the odd Pink Floyd track to enjoy – it was just brilliant. Best barbie ever.

Later on, around midnight, while a few of us laughed and chatted around the bonfire, a stranger came up to me and asked me if I was George Maciver the author? No strangers have ever asked me that before and I was taken by surprise. We had a great old chat. Certainly made my day rather special.

Published in: on June 23, 2008 at 1:00 pm Comments (3)

One World Review

I like to keep tabs on myself on the internet by using Google alerts. Last night a google alert came in for a review of my book! That was cool. Made my week, that’s for sure. The review is by another author, Pam Robertson (Maggie Bendar) and you will find her blog here:

 http://andthebandplayedonmylawn.blogspot.com

And here is her review. Thanks very much Pam!

One World quickly grabbed my attention starting out as it did in the midst of a hijacking with racing adrenaline and bullets whizzing. This story is brilliantly told through believable characters and military expertise tempered with reality. Things happen quickly as a frightening plot with international connections and well hidden secrets is cleverly unwound. As cars race along the motorway and the body count rises, the vulnerable side of these heroes who serve their country, and indeed the world, comes alive along with the unexpected.

An exciting novel that includes raw courage as well as brutality and savage terrorists, One World is a great read. I could not put this book down until I reached the end, which really says something because I often approach a book by reading the beginning and then skip to the final couple of chapters; this was a rare find that I wanted to experience just as it was. Author George Maciver has created a compelling tale and left me eagerly wanting to read more of his work.

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Published in: on April 4, 2008 at 6:51 am Comments (3)

This Thing called Writing

 

Monday
The weather is lousy. Lashing rain outside and my in tray is overflowing again. Damn, how come paperwork piles up like that? Where does it all come from? Why do so many people demand so much of my time? It’s going to take all day. Okay, after much deliberation, I’ll take the day off from writing and wade through it. Can’t write anyway with all this junk in my head. Got to clear the mess, tidy the cupboards, wash the dishes, and wipe off the grimy rings round the bath. How come my head gets into such a mess? When was the last time I missed a days’ writing? Guilt mixes with frustration. But I plough through the paperwork and get it sorted. I’ve just time for something to eat before rushing off to jujitsu.

Tuesday
Found a second hand washing machine in an ad and went off to look at it in a village forty odd miles away. Horrendous weather, but I made the journey. Life’s no fun when your laundry basket is full and you’ve no clean underwear.

The washing machine looks okay, but time is racing on eh. I should be writing. The screen is on, Word is open, I can see the page. I put my fingers to the keyboard, but my arms slump to my side. My brain is not happy.

The pressure is intense. My head’s swimming. Pressure. It’s hard to keep my eyes open. Okay, I’ll lie down just for a minute. Two hours pass before I wake up. Oh no, I’ve not done any writing yet. It’s early evening, time to make dinner. Maybe I’ll just let it slip for today.

‘No you won’t dickhead, have something to eat and get your writing done.’
‘It’s not my fault I fell asleep.’
‘You set your goals, you MUST keep them.’
‘What’s missing one day?’
‘It’s two days now.’
‘So?’
‘Five hundred words, that’s the minimum daily target you’ve set yourself. You have to do it.’
‘Why?’
‘Do you want to be a writer or not?’

That ended the argument. After dinner I switched on the computer and started typing. Somehow my mind fell into the story and I got there. What a relief. Let’s hope tomorrow is better eh.

Wednesday
Why can’t I write? What’s the matter with me? What am I doing? Sitting here, day after day, week after week, year after year – for what? Six years now and still no publishing deal. Why do I bother? Maybe I’ll never be published. Maybe I’m just some loser with his head up his butt, dreaming about the impossible. Look at me, I can’t even afford a new washing machine; I’m out scrounging cheap second hand rubbish.

I can see the words on the screen but I’m not in there. I’m not in the story. I don’t even want to be. How can I write under this kind of pressure? Everywhere I go life is fighting me. Why can’t it just let up for once? Okay, you’ve got fifty words down, get the next fifty out. Job and knock, once you reach 500 words, you’re out of here. But it’s all garbage! Just write, idiot!

I check the word counter for the twentieth time. I’ve done 502 words. The computer gets switched off and I breathe deeply to try to clear the pressure.

Thursday
It’s two in the afternoon. I should be writing, but I’m not. I’m playing Tomb Raider. I don’t give a damn either. I don’t have to write every day if I don’t want to. But the guilt is pressing me down. The pressure is clouding my mind. I blaze away at some baddie and Lara smokes the dude.

‘Okay! Okay!’ I shout out loud, not caring what the neighbours think. I get up and stomp around the room. ‘I’ll do it! I’ll do it!’

The screen is on, Word is open, the chapter is before me. But I can’t jump inside the story. I just can’t do it. ‘You can! You can!‘ The words come from somewhere, but I’m damned if I know where. Okay, you’ve managed a sentence, try another.

Friday
Like a bedraggled survivor of a storm, I punch my calculator and tot up my weeks work. I’ve done 2014 words of first draft. It was a fight, but I didn’t quit. In my heart, that’s how I know I’m going to be a writer.

Monday
Sailed through over a thousand words and it was brilliant. Enjoyed every minute of it. The sun is shining and the birds are singing. Hey, this writing is a lark eh? Piece of cake. Damn this is great! Who would want to do anything else?

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Published in: on March 10, 2008 at 5:36 pm Comments (1)