Am I alone in thinking that the experience of writing of a novel is comparable to the whole business of conception, pregnancy and birth? I’m not suggesting that the length of time taken to complete writing a novel is nine months (my new book has had the gestation period of an elephant). Rather, I’m comparing the emotional aspect of both processes. So for instance, the conception is usually the part that’s the most fun and carefree with much thrashing around involved as you create your idea! Then, once you embark on the actual writing, you can become so wrapped up in crafting the story that it feels like they’re nurturing an embryo (the idea)into a full term baby (your big, bouncing final draft).
Like the experience of being pregnant, the journey when
writing a novel can be scary, exciting, frustrating, stimulating, exhausting
and all-consuming. The gestation period can
feel like an eternity and you become so emotional that you look at your ever
changing body (of work) and one day love it, the next day, burst into tears at
the sight of it.
If the first trimester involves completing your first draft,
the second involves all the inevitable rewrites and the third involves the
final push when you’re so exhausted you just want someone else to get the damn
thing out!! Whilst enduring the labour
pains of giving birth to your book, you may be heard shouting for drugs but, usually,
you’ve left it too late and just have to get on with it through sheer bloody
mindedness.
Sadly, a writer’s body may even start to resemble that of a
pregnant woman. After all, you spend so
many months sitting on your backsides typing and eating biscuits that bellies tend
to swell.
Of course, once it's born you are fiercely protective of your new book
baby. You created it. It’s part of you. So when you show it to agents, publisher and
readers, you want them to love it and tell you it’s adorable. That’s why rejections and critical comments
hit so hard. It’s like someone telling
you, “Wow, your baby is ugly!”
Mother Nature is extremely cunning and, unless your partner
has taken a video of you in the throes of childbirth (why do people do that!?)
you forget just how awful it is. Soon your vow to “never go through that
again” becomes, “Actually, it wasn’t too bad.
Perhaps I’ll give it another go.”
So too for the writer - the elation of finishing your shiny, polished
manuscript makes you forget the pain and exhaustion of writing it and you start
contemplating your next one.
So, am I just weird in drawing parallels between the whole
pregnancy thing and the emotional journey of writing a novel? I’d
love to know your writing process comparisons.
Paula Rawsthorne is author of the award winning, The Truth About Celia Frost. Her new thriller, Blood Tracks, is out in June 2013.