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Paul Whybrow

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Jun 20, 2015
Walter Mosley on learning to love rewriting:

Writing is rewriting. The first draft is the jabber you forced on that blind date. She was hoping for someone to ask her what she was feeling, but all you said was, and then I, and then I, and then I, and then . . . The first draft is meant to be discarded. The first draft is the beginning of the idea, the slender thread of a story. The second draft is little better, as is the third, and the fourth and fifth. Writing is rewriting — a lot of rewriting. You think you know what you should have said on that job interview, but in truth, it might have been a mistake even to go after that job. You said the wrong things on the date, but if you had said what you thought of the next day the ensuing relationship would have been a fiasco. You know it. You do. […]

Most of us understand the desire to be clear and articulate, respected and maybe adored. Fiction reveals to us how impossible and irrelevant these desires are. Our characters are searching for equilibrium in a little dinghy in the aftermath of that metaphysical tsunami. They are looking for meaning that resonates with their desire to understand. Words are the major tools for survival in the human realm.

The beauty of life is in its flaws and how you deal with them. The beauty of writing is how you deal with those flaws in character and plot, story and Voice, a novel that in the end understands and accepts unavoidable failure. Failure is how we learn. Failure tells us what’s wrong. Failure is the only reason we have to get up again, and with it we gain the understanding and pain of misstep. Rewriting is the way we address and reform ourselves, our language. You have to love this process, give in to it. Do not shirk. Do not say, I’ve done enough when you know you haven’t. Do not look for a bright future or happiness where there is none.

The novel is like Dorian Gray’s portrait. It starts out beautiful, innocent, and hopeful. But as time passes, and we commit the sins of fiction, the portrait devolves under the decay and putrefaction associated with the hard labor of the writer rewriting the tale and discovering the reality that lies beneath. Absorbing our sins and failures, it loses perfection and instead is imbued with the rot and the stink of truth.

And one other thing. New writers often ask me, “Mr. Mosley, how do you know when a novel is finished?” My rote answer is couched in the idea of rewriting.

I say that once I finish a draft, I reread the book. There I find things that are wrong or that don’t work. At that point, I make the necessary changes through a new draft. I read the book again. More problems and another rewrite. This process might be repeated twenty times, more. Finally, I reread a batch of changes, see problems in the work, and yet realize that I have no answers. That is when the book is finished.

The novel will never be perfect and neither will you.

Walter Mosley

My review of his book:

Elements of Fiction​

No Table of Contents. I wasn't expecting much, so went in with a bit of doubt.
Each page turned drew me deeper in, held me gently, swirled me around.
At the end, though I didn't know it, I was in love. With the words, with the feelings, with the depth of love put into the pieces.
Okay, there's one bit I disagree with, but if I didn't disagree with something it would have been less interesting.
Overall, this is the most delightful and endearing book on the craft of writing - that isn't overtly a book on the craft of writing - I have ever read.

I'd recommend reading this book only after you have a few stories under your belt.

Ageing is....

The only thing....