Both my regular readers will know I’ve not just been making
a meal of plotting the second Highlions book; I’ve been making a seasonal
dietary planner complete with handy wipe-clean recipe cards. It’s been going on
forever and I just can’t get it right. I’ve bored you about it here – though
this version was screwed up after a fortnight’s work, then blabbed about it
here – though this too no longer exists, and to cap it all, blogged about
binning it all here too.
So getting close to desperate, I decided to clear the desk,
forget all the setbacks and give it another damn go. Plotting and planning are
not like ordinary work, it seems to me. There’s two phases. One’s
pull-your-eyes-out hard, the other’s a joy.
The hard bit first. For me, plotting-part-one requires a
special set of circumstances. Here’s what you need to do:
1.Find a still, quiet place where you can achieve high
levels of intense concentration during which you feel like you’re doing the
mental equivalent of a Rubik’s cube with numb and clumsy fingers – or solving a
sodoku with no numbers in at all.
2.Gather paper and pen to write, cross-out,
ridicule, question, re-scribble and finally, as it all falls into place,
underline with a big ‘YES!’
3.Set up a discussion with a critical friend that
begins with a garbled energy and enthusiasm (I usually start with – ‘you’re
gonna love this!’ just for good measure) then watch as your pitch becomes
speedily derailed, usually with a very straightforward observation: ‘I don’t
get it. Why would they do that at that point?’ Get angry for no reason. Cut
short the discussion.
4.Realise critical friend is right, usually during
commute to and/or from work the following day.
5.Return to step one and continue until borderline
insane.
It’s such tough work. I marvel at people who can breeze
through this initial planning. I’m the foaming-at-the-mouth green-eyed monster
when I hear about people (yes Ian Rankin, I mean you) who don’t even bother,
and claim to essentially ‘discover’ plot as they write. For me, silence and solitude
are key here; it’s brain-work that will take all your concentration.
But then there’s another kind of plotting; a second stage.
And this is blissful. You’ve battled to get your shape in place; now it’s time
to add mood and colour. You don’t want silence here; you want input,
inspiration, energy – in short, you want music. Music and, if you’re lucky,
bourbon. Because here’s where you need to submerge yourself in the world and
just channel it all. I listened to one track for close to an hour on a loop
yesterday. It’s the Main Theme from a pretty damn splendid game called
Dishonored, and it’s two minutes long, so I figure I must have heard it maybe
thirty times; but by this point plotting is an otherworldly, transformative
borderline mystical experience (I know, I know – sounds stupid…) during which
you’re barely even awake.
But stage two sends your plot crazy-shaped if you haven’t
done stage one properly. All your splashes of inspiration and colour leak out
of the cracks and you end up with a shapeless and senseless puddle; something I’ve
done too many times to mention. That there’s the reason why I had to do 50,000
words worth of re-writes on Poison Boy.
Hence my new mantra; silence for structure, music for mood.
Hey - it’s worth a try, right?
