Hello All,
Like a gazelle in a field of ravening cheetahs, I am sticking my head above the wall as that rarest of rare things on the Macaronis, an unpublished author. Do not worry, Alex Beecroft has given permission for the tasty morsel to wander into your playing field.
See, I am about 5 days away from finishing my first draft of my first ever Historical Novel. Well, my first ever novel. And not being an historian, nor especially well versed in history, I thought it could be interesting for people to see how someone like me goes about writing a first draft, and how they envision the writing process.
The story I’m writing, with a working title of De Ruina Mundi (I was being clever and allegorical. Next time it will be called “Book about XXXXX” Much less hassle.) is set in late 15th Century Florence, and is a commentary about church vs. secularism, and how the two were in direct opposition at the time, much as they are today (up to and including problem teens lurking on corners! I’m not joking!). It is the story of a sculptor, a novice monk, and a young aristocrat and features Savonarola and Cosimo de Medici as what I call ‘mid level characters’
Now, when I started writing this, I had just got canned from the “I Do!” anthology for trying to tell a long story in less than 10,000 words.
Now, when I first started writing this, I had just got canned from the “I Do!” anthology for trying to tell a long story in less than 10,000 words.
Frankly, looking at it now, it was an unmitigated disaster., and would not have fit the anthology at all. So, I started De Ruina Mundi (DRM) pretty much from square one. I had three things on my side though, I’ve studied architectural history, I’m a highly theologically educated Roman Catholic, and I can read Italian.
Now, right at the beginning of DRM, I had to make a choice about how I was going to write it. I know that this has been brought up on Speak Its Name, actually in reference to DRM itself, so let me explain my
reasoning. As I read Italian, it means that I can read 15th Century Italian very easily, and not much has changed since then. Furthermore, Italian is written and spoken with a certain cadence and inflection that I can easily mimic in English. The thought of writing it in what I call “old-speake” seemed unnecessarily complex, and extremely anachronistic. Therefore, I decided to write it using Italian expressions and cadence, but in modern English.
So okay, now, I know that I want to write something about sculpture and art, and humanism versus the church, because I’ve always been very interested in the politics of art and architecture. But how best to showcase this? Well, how about an apprentice sculptor named Giuseppe Martedi (Johnny Tuesday! Hee!) and his friend Tomasino Rossi. They have grown up together, been friends since childhood, but now their
varying vocations are tearing them apart. They’ve always had a bit of a thing for the other, though Giuseppe is most definitely bisexual, while Tomasino pretty much only likes men. This book was supposed to be their story, a nice, 60k-ish novella about coming of age under two such defined institutions. It is not.
See, I had attempted to write the “I Do!” story with an outline, and got bored, so I figured I’d not try an outline for this one. And suddenly we had a the master-sculptor called Battista, his patron, Signor Agostino (vassal of the Medici), and his son Marco, and Signor Agostino’s brother, Fra. Benedetto, the novice master, and one of the few monks who were kept on at San Marco when Savonarola came to clear it up. And like Fleury in Standish by Erastes, the bloody buggers refused to go away! Okay, so reassess. Tie in Marco and Battista together, put some tension in between Benedetto, Signor Agostino, and Marco. Have Marco have a few horrible occurrences in his past. Suddenly, I’m 20k in, and completely confused as to where this was going.
I better interject here, that I write in a very amusing fashion for those reading along on etherpad. I do not stop writing to research. At all. So my text goes along the lines of…
“Marco and Tomasino stood at the end of the (road??? – what precisely was a road like! ) waiting for the (XXXX transport device). (Insert description of road here.) Marco turned to Tomasino and said (Foreshadow this!)… ”
Which means that I kind of have a really really rough draft as I’m writing. (Note – that is a made-up example – there tend to be fewer comments per sentence). I figure that it should all be okay when I’m editing, but if you guys like this post, I’ll come back and tell you about how that all went.
Okay, sit back and reassess again. Luckily for me, my characters come with built in flaws – as a monk, Tomasino is the epitome of male Renaissance beauty. Which today would be called plump, rounded, fat.
Giuseppe is a little shit that is really up his own arse, and teases Tomasino about this continually. Ah, defensive men are amusing. And Marco is very impulsive, and very very “I look after me and mine. You are either for me or against me.” So, how to exploit those flaws?
Let’s ramp up the conflict, and introduce a nice Jesuit priest because the Dominicans were essentially founded to control the Jesuits. And boy do they hate each other. Move on from there…
At about 50k, I had a random panic. I thought I knew where the book was going to end, but how to get there and not blather on and on. (Rather like this post). I wrote an outline. It was a good outline.
Three days later I get smacked upside the head with a new ending.
Cue panic. Cue irritation. Cue new outline. Great. Ending sorted. HAH! No way. Seven chapters in, one of the characters refuses to behave himself (and it took Vashtan to remind me why). Cue soul searching. New ending appears. New ending is trite. More soul searching. New way to do that ending. Am I taking the easy way out? Am I playing to stereotype? Is the story consistent?
And so it goes. Endings have come and endings have gone. I am now about 27k away from the final word (taking a long weekend, so I can finish it off) and I am still a bit unsure of exactly how it is going to end. I have actually lost the time-line, and so my first edit is going to be retimelining the bloody thing.
There is much less sex in it than I originally thought there would be, and a lot less romance. Apparently my people never eat. Though they frequently have baths. This has ended up being a story of political intrigue, of people living and dying in one of the most volatile periods in European Catholic history. And I hope an entertaining read.
I know that I am going to have one hell of a job on my hands editing this. But it has been the most amazing four months of my life. I never thought I could do it. I have been supported by some fantastic people,new friends and old. It has been a fantastic journey, and now the finish line is in sight.
So if you’re thinking of thinking of writing something. Go ahead. Take the plunge. It is worth it.
So thank you Alex, and Erastes for letting me post this here. Will keep you updated.
April 1, 2009 at 12:12 pm
Thank you Erastes. MWAH. And Alex. And all the rest of you.
*loves*
April 1, 2009 at 12:57 pm
Good luck on that weekend! Most impressive.
April 1, 2009 at 1:01 pm
Thank you! *crosses fingers*
April 1, 2009 at 12:59 pm
Yes, those bloody characters will do it to you every time – first you want them to be nice and staid and behave themselves and speak the lines the way they’re written (as it were) but no. The next thing you know, there are rubber chickens and someone is capering in a codpiece like something out of Bruegel and there’s haymaking.
There’s always bloody haymaking. 🙂
April 1, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Hmm… Haymaking = euphamism for PORN.
I know you. I’m STILL WATCHING YOU.
April 1, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Historical novel NEXT.
Then again, writing about financial markets in 2007/2008 already feels like Ancient History.
April 1, 2009 at 1:35 pm
Hahaha. Yes. Because THERE WAS MOVEMENT. Unlike today. Pity you are not a girl. Would be a great time for your nails. 🙂
April 1, 2009 at 1:23 pm
And, being a historian can actually block you. Too much respect, and too much awareness what can go wrong. I once writersblocked myself for months because I needed to research whether there were deciduous forests in a certain region in Germany in 810 AD. A non-historian would just have described an autumn forest. I do envy people that innocence about what can go wrong. So well done on getting those words out and NOT researching it to death.
April 1, 2009 at 1:32 pm
That’s true. I spent far too long researching pews once. And then started screaming “who cares? WHO CARES if there were pews in a church in Venice in 1820? Just snog, already!”
April 1, 2009 at 1:35 pm
Please tell me you screamed that in public?
April 1, 2009 at 1:46 pm
LOL, no. Just in my office space. The cats were startled, though.
April 1, 2009 at 1:50 pm
Their food-monster speaks! They ought to be startled! Food monsters should only speak when loving them or doling out food!
April 1, 2009 at 1:35 pm
Well, that could be partially because you are both anal and insane?
*hugs*
April 1, 2009 at 1:43 pm
I loved reading this – great to have insight into how other people write, and I loved your comment about your characters never eating but always bathing – mine are usually the other way around, though I once spent an entire weekend researching strawberries for a 300-word fanfic!
April 1, 2009 at 1:46 pm
I felt like a real arse when Erastes pointed it out to me. They are young men. There will be food in the edit. I hope. And more what I classify as “building porn”. And more descriptions. And less wibbling randomly. 🙂
Thanks for the comment! I could see myself doing that – 300 word fanfic with insane research kind of balances in my head.
April 1, 2009 at 4:43 pm
Building!porn is to be encouraged!
April 1, 2009 at 4:37 pm
My characters eat all the time. And usually slitter it down themselves.
Lovely article – great that we all work in different ways. And funny what people get uptight about researching. Sports things have to be right for me. As you might have guessed.
Charlie
April 1, 2009 at 4:45 pm
I love your characters!
Glad you enjoyed it! I can imagine if people don’t get the exact shape of Nigel Owens’ knees right, it will be a smiting of epic proportions!
April 2, 2009 at 12:23 pm
Absolutely. Every knobbly and oudgy bit in place.
April 1, 2009 at 9:03 pm
You got me with the place and time setting. And that bit with
“Marco and Tomasino stood at the end of the (road??? – what precisely was a road like! ) waiting for the (XXXX transport device). (Insert description of road here.) Marco turned to Tomasino and said (Foreshadow this!)…
totally cracked me up. That is so like what I do.
I have the hots for Lucrezia Borgia…If any of you watch “Des[erate Housewives”, there’s a reproduction of the famous portrait above the bed of one of the wives! ;~D
April 1, 2009 at 9:07 pm
Well, if it ever actually sees the light of day, I’ll be sure to send you a copy. 🙂
Interestingly, there is anecdotal evidence that I am descended from her. Scary thought isn’t it?
*smiles and waves beringed hands over tea*
April 2, 2009 at 1:49 pm
Chris,
You might be interested in a very detailed genealogy chart I have the d’Estes. This was a scholarly bit of work I found while doing some research. Let me know and I’ll send it to you…if you don’t already have it!
April 2, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Oooh that would be very very interesting! I will attack you after I finish DRM…
Thanks!
April 1, 2009 at 9:22 pm
Great article! Er…one thing. You translated “Giuseppe Martedi” as “Johnny Tuesday.” Isn’t Giuseppe the Italian version of Joseph, while Giovanni is the Italian version of John? So Giuseppe’s name would really be Joe Tuesday, right?
April 1, 2009 at 9:25 pm
And this is exactly why I need people to cross check what I write! Thanks hon!
To be fair, right now I am drugged up to the eyeballs, so I will cross check my sanity later!
*goes on the list of things to edit*
April 1, 2009 at 10:07 pm
LOL! This sounds like such an adventure! I’m quite envious, as the past few things I’ve done, I’ve done a synopsis first, and pretty much followed it. It’s nice knowing where you’re going to, but otoh, it would be more fun not knowing and just finding out when you got there. With my slow pace of writing, though, it would take me years to get to the stage you’ve got to in months 🙂
April 1, 2009 at 10:10 pm
It is a bit of an adventure, and you know, when I got halfway through I NEEDED a vague outline.
Plus, let’s be fair, you’re a hell of a better writer than me.
And Blame Etherpad. Or, Blame Erastes. I want t-shirts with that on!
April 2, 2009 at 1:59 pm
*g* I’d wear one like that 🙂 But yes, I used to write the first five chapters by the seat of my pants, and by then I knew enough to write an outline, but nowadays I think I’d be scared to start without a map. It’s rather sad!
April 2, 2009 at 2:05 pm
I think we should have a community. “Blame Erastes”.
There are many people who have fallen under her evil thrall.
I don’t know, maybe it is evolution in writing. Maybe in a few years I’ll look back at this post and laugh. Hopefully from the top of my castle that I will have bought with the proceeds of DRM.
April 3, 2009 at 3:11 am
You make an excellent point. I wish that I could switch off the internal historian and just get on with it sometimes. Worrying terribly about the tiny details in the first draft seems, looking at it from a rational point of view, very silly, but I still find myself doing it.
April 3, 2009 at 9:34 am
Yes. But let’s face it honey, you’re cnut obsessed.
(I love you really and desperately want you to show me some of your work! AFTER MONDAY!)
April 6, 2009 at 12:09 am
I showed Vashtan my story. It was about Three Gay Bears. He said it was rubbish and so I’m never writing anything again ever because Vash killed my spirit ;_;
April 6, 2009 at 8:57 am
Vashtanis evil. Listen not to him. Listen to me. ONLY ME.
On last chapterof DRM and freakedto fuck.
April 6, 2009 at 12:46 pm
I didn’t kill it. I kidnapped it when it staged its suicide. You just read the suicide note, but I HAVE YOUR SPIRIT AND ITS ALIVE AND MY MUSE’s SEX SLAVE> MUAHAHAHA!
April 6, 2009 at 12:48 pm
Youscareme
April 6, 2009 at 4:57 pm
and loving every second!
April 2, 2009 at 3:37 pm
My wife’s a theologically educated ex-catholic and I think she’ll love your book.
Personally, I don’t give a damn what the pews look like because the characters won’t even think about them. (I had a similar pew moment, then realized that Brendan’s been sitting in that pew since he was old enough to behave in church and doesn’t even see it anymore.
Any idea where you plan to submit this? I’d almost suggest a non-romance publisher–it sounds like mainstream historical fiction.
April 2, 2009 at 5:04 pm
I hope she does. Right now it reads like something produced by a rhubarb on crack, but hopefully it will be edited into sanity.
Well put – I don’t have anyone waxing lyrical about anything old-school, would be insane. You grow up with that and it is background. Know from experiance.
Assuming it is good enough, I want to go mainstream. It is really NOT a romance. Agent has a call out for submissions in this genre, and I’ve identified Pan Macmillian as a publisher that accepts “off the street” manuscripts and also publishes historicals. We’ll see. I make a point of having the homosexuality as portrayed as “normal for young men” as it was in the day. Even though Sav was going all burny on people’s arses.
April 6, 2009 at 12:47 pm
You don’t depend on that one agent call – all agents are happy to get historical novels at the moment.
April 6, 2009 at 12:49 pm
Yes. And you know I’ll bother you if it is good enough. But it really really isn’t now 😛
July 21, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Sounds like a really interesting book! I work on medieval Italy, and am looking forward to reading it. One point: the Dominicans were actually founded in the early 1200s, several centuries before the Jesuits. Perhaps you just got them switched around in this post, or are referring to a reform within the Dominican Order?
July 21, 2009 at 9:06 pm
Hi Chris,
It’s a difficult one, because I’m referring to the reforms of the late 15th Century and I’m not too sure how to phrase it so that the idea of the Jesuits as a counterpoint to the Dominicans makes easy sense to readers without going into the historical background very very deeply. (As I have one Evil Jesuit, that would bog the story down too much.)
Thanks so much, I will reflect on this and hopefully something will come to me as I edit it. I guess another option would be just to stick the J’s in opposition to the D’s without going into the deep history of it.
Arrgh. This breaks my brain.
Thanks so much for the comment!
Chris2
July 21, 2009 at 9:36 pm
Aha! I’ve pinpointed what was nagging at me about your post (apologies for the delay: my only excuse is that I’m knee-deep in my own work, which is almost exclusively on the 13th-14th century, and haven’t taught the 15th century in a while). The Jesuits were officially founded in 1540, and you describe the book as set in the late 1400s. Stop me if I’m just being nitpicky here, and the story stretches into the mid-16th century (in which case, my sincere apologies for being pedantic!)
I agree it could be awfully tricky discussing religious reform and the counter-reformation without making it really dry. I haven’t managed it for my students so far either! Best of luck, though 🙂
July 21, 2009 at 9:39 pm
Fuck. I can be so fucking stupid at times. Thanks for catching this MASSIVE GLARING ERROR.
I will have to twist it a bit now, but no real worries. Bastards can come from any order, I presume.
Thank goodness I’m editing it as we speak.
And it would have been mortifying to publish something so glaringly horrible. Almost as bad as the “gay pope with a lover” book.
July 21, 2009 at 10:22 pm
Hey, no worries! Glad I could help. The situation does get complicated later on because in the 16th century the Jesuits and the Dominicans wrangle a lot over Savonarola’s written works and his legacy. And you’d be amazed at how often details like that, that’s relatively inconsequential to the main plot (or argument, in academic works) only gets caught by external readers even in academic work. The human brain works in weird ways, especially when writing and re-writing a big work.
And judging off my period, evil bastards definitely came from every order! Not to mention other fun personalities: you should see some of the awesome stories about fugitive monks and naughty nuns that come up in ordinary academic work (we’re not even talking the Decameron, here!) You might want to consider either a Franciscan or a secular cleric, maybe a canon at the cathedral, instead of a Jesuit. It was a Franciscan who offered to endure trial by fire in order to prove Savonarola was in the wrong, (admittedly, during Savonarola’s downward slide toward his own burning) in 1298.
July 21, 2009 at 10:28 pm
I am still calling myself a cretin, I’m f***ing Jesuit educated, I should know this stuff. But you have my undying gratitude!
I think I’ll go for a Franciscan, I need to set up a Vatican based youngish perverted manipulative bastard as a counterfoil to Tomasino the Dominican.
And yes, I know what you mean exactly. Best way to throw me out of a story is to have the sun rise on the wrong side of a room, or the shadows to fall in the wrong direction. Architect, so the play of light and shade and positioning are instinctive now.
This is set at the point that S is just tumbling over the precipice into that gorgeous slide down into complete vilification.
Just one ickle question, you said 1298 – did you mean 1498? Or am I another 200 years out?
*panic, ensues.*
July 22, 2009 at 10:02 am
Whoops! nope, that one was a typo on my part. 1498, definitely.
July 26, 2009 at 12:27 pm
I really enjoyed this post and all the ensuing comments! I’ve been away and out of the loop and just catching up now. This story sounds completely fascinating!
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