Skip to main content

My writing: the passion in the prose


An interesting question is often posed to the writer: for you, is the initial prose more important or the revision of the prose once written?

For me, there is passion in the prose. There is something urgent, or maybe not so pressing but interesting, that requires an outward presence. The self-editing can come later. Hence it is not necessary to have the “first thought, best thought” approach. But that does not mean that prose always flows effortlessly or continuously.

Writing fiction with fact – “faction” or historical fiction – as my books are, there is much research and planning that is initially conducted, and continues throughout the writing of the entire novel. Often I research in detail – and sometimes use note-taking as a prompt for further embellishment, or links to detailed information that takes form like a thread interwoven into the text.

Once written, the passion for me can be immediate or it can come days or weeks later when I re-read a paragraph or two and think it’s just what I wanted to say. More often it doesn’t reflect what I intended, and then I tag it for revision, or delete it immediately. The passion is intensified if, while writing, I achieve a sense of knowing that I am on the right track.

But passions fade. Passion is brief and temporary. That’s because I know there is an enormous amount of revision to do. But it’s that first blush of passion, that inspiration, that keeps the wheels on the ground and in the direction of intent. So like a car, it’s that satisfied feeling of the key in the ignition, especially if the car starts first time every time. That’s what I like: the key in the ignition.

That wonderful sound of the engine as it purrs is the equivalent of the brain about to shift into first gear. Then as the gears shift (for there is nothing automatic about my process of writing – it is all stick shift), from first to second, and into top gear, the brain moves into a fine cognitive state. Of course, as with driving, there are corners and intersections and ascents and descents and deceleration and acceleration – and braking and stopping. There are aspects to observe while driving, such as upcoming traffic lights, pedestrian crossings, children playing on the kerb, over-hanging trees, dogs darting onto the road, passing cars, overtaking cars, what is coming from the rear, what is ahead, and the general act of driving. Writing is like driving.

Just as with driving, with writing there are moments of pleasure and moments of frustration and moments of confusion and wrong turns and dead ends. But there are also moments, some extremely long moments, when I’m on the open road and the scenery is brilliant.

At times though, I don’t feel like driving at all. It just seems too laborious, especially if I only need to go to the corner shop to get milk. Why bother driving when I can walk, or ask someone else to get it while they’re there. Writing blocks, creative blocks, or whatever they are, come and go. And then there are other distractions too – like “real” work, or other people’s work, or employment that provides more immediate income.

Some authors say it’s harder to create words and sentences that lead to narratives than it is to revise and edit them. That, of course, is true of me too sometimes. Revision is like perfecting the driving so that it becomes more enjoyable the next time, or trying a different route, or even cleaning and polishing the car. But sometimes, if the work has to be completely overhauled or reworked, then the hard work comes in the rewriting than in the initial writing. Sometimes it’s a combination of the two, like a mental seesaw.


Overall, the passion comes from the monumental transition from a blank page to a completed narrative, whether it’s one page or five hundred. Even though there is never complete satisfaction that the page or story has finished (for a piece of writing is never really finished – there is always some tinkering to be done) there is nevertheless passion in the prose.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Pir-E-Kamil - The Perfect Mentor by Umera Ahmed: book review

The Perfect Mentor pbuh  (2011) is set in Lahore and Islamabad in Pakistan. The novel commences with Imama Mubeen in medical university. She wants to be an eye specialist. Her parents have arranged for her to marry her first cousin Asjad. Salar Sikander, her neighbour, is 18 years old with an IQ of 150+ and a photographic memory. He has long hair tied in a ponytail. He imbibes alcohol, treats women disrespectfully and is generally a “weird chap” and a rude, belligerent teenager. In the past three years he has tried to commit suicide three times. He tries again. Imama and her brother, Waseem, answer the servant’s call to help Salar. They stop the bleeding from his wrist and save his life. Imama and Asjad have been engaged for three years, because she wants to finish her studies first. Imama is really delaying her marriage to Asjad because she loves Jalal Ansar. She proposes to him and he says yes. But he knows his parents won’t agree, nor will Imama’s parents. That

Flaws in the Glass, a self-portrait by Patrick White: book review

The manuscript, Flaws in the Glass (1981), is Patrick Victor Martindale White’s autobiography. White, born in 1912 in England, migrated to Sydney, Australia, when he was six months old. For three years, at the age of 20, he studied French and German literature at King’s College at the University of Cambridge in England. Throughout his life, he published 12 novels. In 1957 he won the inaugural Miles Franklin Literary Award for Voss, published in 1956. In 1961, Riders in the Chariot became a best-seller, winning the Miles Franklin Literary Award. In 1973, he was the first Australian author to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature for The Eye of the Storm, despite many critics describing his works as ‘un-Australian’ and himself as ‘Australia’s most unreadable novelist.’ In 1979, The Twyborn Affair was short-listed for the Booker Prize, but he withdrew it from the competition to give younger writers the opportunity to win the award. His autobiography, Flaws in the Glass

The Beggars' Strike by Aminata Sow Fall: book review

The Beggar’sStrike (1979 in French and 1981 in English) is set in an unstated country in West Africa in a city known only as The Capital. Undoubtedly, Senegalese author Sow Fall writes of her own experiences. It was also encapsulated in the 2000 film, Battu , directed by Cheick Oumar Sissoko from Mali. Mour Ndiaye is the Director of the Department of Public Health and Hygiene, with the opportunity of a distinguished and coveted promotion to Vice-President of the Republic. Tourism has declined and the government blames the local beggars in The Capital. Ndiaye must rid the streets of beggars, according to a decree from the Minister. Ndiaye instructs his department to carry out weekly raids. One of the raids leads to the death of lame beggar, Madiabel, who ran into an oncoming vehicle as he tried to escape, leaving two wives and eight children. Soon after, another raid resulted in the death of the old well-loved, comic beggar Papa Gorgui Diop. Enough is enou