The Landscape of No Ideas

It’s been quite a while since my last blog. I’d started out with such good intentions… Ah, the best laid plans. What happened to the time? Well, a new book happened, that’s what. It had already been in the works when I started this blog, but I was in hiatus from the book, a really attractive word meaning a pause or gap in the process. To be frank, I was stuck – not sure where to go next. So, there was lots of free time for, among other things, blogging. 

And now here I am again, with time on my hands, having finally sent the manuscript off. Now, there is only the interminable waiting game. Waiting to hear from an editor or agent should never be active waiting as in sitting there twiddling your thumbs. But I’ve already said all this in an earlier blog, you can find below, called, “What have You Got to Lose?”

 

            I began this latest manuscript on January 23, 2018, so it took two years and six days to finish, followed by two weeks for one final copy edit before pushing the send button. I start a file folder with each new book (I’m still a paper kind of guy, having begun my career when typewriters were still a thing.) When I have that good feeling that whatever it is I’m working on is actually going to happen, I grab a file folder, note the date and keep tabs on the process as well as the changing title of said manuscript, not to mention the fluctuating names of the main characters. My protagonist this time around began life with the unlikely moniker of Axel Concord Calum Tait. That became Abner Tate in time. And the book went from being called The Door to Yesterday to Reunion Beach. That’s the title it went to my editor as, in any case; if it gets accepted, that could change. It’s out of my hands right now and I’m in this sort of nice kind of place: a landscape of no ideas. 

            When I mentioned this to my nephew, JW-Jones, a blues player and writer himself, he asked, perceptively, how long I’d be happy looking out over a landscape of no ideas. It’s a good question.

I can truthfully say I haven’t an idea in my head, right now, beyond what I’m going to cook for dinner. And it’s actually kind of pleasant, a relief. Worrying about the fates of a cast of imaginary people is endlessly engaging and diverting when you’re in the thick of it but also frustrating, especially when the characters get cantankerous – start asking too many questions. Sometimes you find yourself at war with your plot or you get swept away on a tide of really interesting research and end up in some other novel altogether different than the one you started out writing, which requires a laborious swim back to more recognizable shores. From this vantage point it all seems somewhat… well, silly. Silly and tedious. Come to think of it, it seems an awful lot like hard work!   

Having no ideas means better sleep at night. When I’m writing a novel – especially in the first rough draft – my nights are filled with what-ifs. A good image would be wandering around in the dark on a construction site with no flashlight. Lying all around you are these building materials for a new edifice – your next creation – but it’s night and there’s no order to what’s lying where, so it’s pretty stressful, even dangerous. There are planks with nails in them, hard-edged girders, muddy holes. And in order to really feel in contact with it all, of course, you’re not wearing work gloves, helmet or safety boots. 

There are those special nights when the moon breaks through the cloud cover and you begin to get the first shadowy sense of how this higgledy-piggledy mess might get put together. 

Sleep? 

Not so much. 

I actually hate first drafts. Oh, I love the rush of the new idea taking shape, but, to switch metaphors, it can be like a virus that seems to rapidly take over your mind, proliferating at a mad rate, until it’s eating up your whole consciousness. 

To return to my earlier metaphor of the construction site, The Landscape of No Ideas is, by comparison, empty, serene; there’s nothing to trip over. It’s not exactly barren; that would suggest that nothing could ever grow there. It’s just that there’s nothing much to see, right now. Nothing much to do, except go check out Alison Roman’s latest cook book, maybe. Scroll through music videos of Jacob Collier on YouTube. Download yet another crossword from the Washington Post. Or write a blog.   

So, in answer to your question, J-Dub, how long will I be happy having no ideas? Maybe another day or so…

Because my brain craves the hurly burly of turning wondering into words. Does that begin to explain the obsession? I’ve got questions, see. And there are some that matter deeply to me. I guess that’s it: every book I’ve written has behind it some big question I couldn’t answer succinctly – not smart enough. So I have to commit to the long-write, the puzzling out, the narrative structure of Story in order to unravel the mystery.  

I understand the world in terms of Story. 

I can watch the news, listen to a debate, examine a graph, interpret an equation all to some limited degree of understanding. But it’s only in the grappling with Story that I grasp the big things that seem to matter the most. 

You can’t push the river, according to a Chinese proverb. So I find myself standing by its edge: watching, waiting. Because there is something, after all, in this landscape of no ideas: the constancy of the river. What piece of flotsam might float by? If I cast my line into it, what might I snag? If I put together a boat, somehow, out of twigs or logs or birch bark — or even just paper — where will the river take me?   

2 thoughts on “The Landscape of No Ideas

  1. That’s so good to read, Tim. I wonder what you cooked the day you wrote this blog?
    Look forward to reading the book in its final version…

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    1. Well, we were going out so all I had to make was a salad. And I used recipe from Alison Roman that’s simple and very yummy: you make a sauce with 1 Cup of full-fat yogurt, 2 Tablespoons of fresh lemon juice, plus Maldon salt and freshly ground pepper. Then, separately, you make a dressing with 1/2 of a preserved lemon cut into thin slices, 2 T of lemon juice, some mint leaves (fresh if you’ve got them) and 1/4 C of olive oil. You toss 2 heads of chicory (especially the colourful kind) or radicchio in the dressing. Meanwhile, you spoon out the yogurt mixture on a large flat plate and then dump the tossed “greens” onto it and sprinkle on some more mint, if you like.

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