Nature’s Dongs + Stickers – by Michael Estrin

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It was both Sisyphus, or my little sister Allison, who first requested the query I grapple with at any time when I’m engaged on a novel: Are we there but?

Clearly, I’m utilizing the royal we right here. After I write a novel, it’s simply me and the clean web page. Or, generally it’s simply me and a whole lot of pages. And different occasions, I’m alone with these pages, but additionally not alone, as a result of I’m in a crowd of individuals, like at a coffeeshop, and a few of these individuals, I assume, are on their very own Sisyphean journey by means of Novel Land, or this being Los Angeles, Screenplay Land, which appears to be like like Novel Land, besides there are extra explosions and intercourse scenes, and people scenes are at all times written in 12-point Courier font.

However again to the query. The operative phrases within the query are “there” and “but.” Let’s take them so as.

There refers back to the end line. However there are various end strains. In roughly chronological order, they’re:

• a accomplished define

• a revised define

• a primary draft

• a second draft

• one other fucking draft

• a draft that looks like a lateral transfer

• a “fuck it” draft to exorcise the all-demon rock band referred to as Self Doubt that gained’t cease enjoying in your head

• a rewrite of an earlier draft, which wasn’t “half-bad,” however however wants work

• one other rewrite for shits and giggles

• the querying of brokers

• signing with an agent

• discovering a brand new agent as a result of your earlier agent stole cash from their shoppers to fund their cocaine behavior, then skipped city, then surfaced in a non-extradition nation the place they rep social media influencers who sling dodgy wellness merchandise and questionable profession recommendation

• signing with the brand new agent and hoping to hell that these sniffles are only a chilly and never a harbinger of one other commission-based cocaine binge

• rejections from publishers

• a publishing contract

• seeing your guide in a bookstore

• speaking to somebody actually cool, like Terry Gross, about your guide

• promoting the movie & TV rights

• utilizing the cash from the movie & TV rights to place successful out on the primary agent

• attending a family and friends screening of the film or TV present that’s primarily based in your guide

• looking out social media for feedback that say the guide was higher than the film / TV present and feeling a smug sense of superiority

• going through the clean web page another time

But is a motherfucker. Within the strictest sense, but is outlined as: up till the current or a specified or implied time; by now or then. However within the context of a writing a novel, or a screenplay, or pulling off any long-term challenge, but is a taunt, a one-word reminder that you just wouldn’t know the distinction between spinning your wheels or racing towards the end line. But is each inch of the mountain Sisyphus climbed, besides the bottom and the height. But is each mile of the automobile journey, from the time we buckle up-to-the-minute we pull right into a parking area and change off the engine. But is the unattainable burden of boulder that Sisyphus pushed up the mountain AND the fixed mockery of the child within the backseat asking the identical query again and again. Like I stated, but is a motherfucker.

I’m not saying I take into consideration the “are we there but” query lots. I give it some thought continually. After I’m engaged on a novel, I’m both sinking or swimming, however can’t inform the distinction between sinking or swimming. Over time, I’ve tried a number of other ways of dealing with this query.

Yeah proper, LOL.

Useful, then dangerous, however in the end, absurd:

Decide Smails: Ty, what did you shoot right now?

Ty Webb: Oh, Decide, I don’t maintain rating.

Decide Smails: Then how do you measure your self with different golfers?

Ty Webb: By peak.

Scene from the film Caddyshack (1980)

Appears like progress, till you understand that writing is rewriting, which suggests generally writing session is deleting phrases. When that second arrives, phrase depend turns right into a busted compass the place North is South and progress is regress.

Identical downside, however with greater models of measurement, which solely will increase the absurdity of the state of affairs.

This one appears cheap, at first. Legal professionals observe time. Intercourse staff observe time. Subway sandwich artists observe time. There should be one thing to this time metric, proper?

Mistaken.

Right here’s why.

Query: how lengthy does it take to jot down a novel?

Reply: No fucking clue.

With apologies to Friedrich Nietzsche and Rust Cohle, time isn’t a flat circle. Time is lure. Ask Admiral Ackbar.

This one has its deserves, at first. In the event you stop the journey, there’s no must ask, “are we there but?” Sadly, quitting the journey raises different questions. Uncomfortable questions. Questions like:

• What the fuck am I doing with my life?

• After I’m previous, and I’ve extra perspective on success and failure, how will I cope with the crushing realization that I didn’t fail, however fairly that I did not attempt?

• Additionally, what the fuck am I doing with my life?

Just a few years in the past, I’m undecided precisely when and I’m not precisely positive why, I ended writing novels. In different phrases, I ended asking the query: are we there but?

At first, quitting was a reduction. However I feel that reduction lasted about an hour or two. After that, I felt like a cork drifting in a relaxed sea. No robust currents, no massive waves, no downside.

Besides, there was an issue.

With out the “there” and the “but” issues felt pointless. It wasn’t the vacation spot, nevertheless it wasn’t the journey both. There was no journey and subsequently no vacation spot.

Initially, I believed this was ennui—a situation that isn’t coated by insurance coverage. Later, I discovered that this was melancholy—a situation insurance coverage covers in a half-assed means.

Fortunately, the half of the ass that insurance coverage covers entitles you to highly effective medication with low copays.

Initially, my physician stated I needs to be a Lexabro. That drug stopped the melancholy, nevertheless it additionally made me really feel like a zombie. I had no power, no ardour. However perhaps zombie isn’t the best description, as a result of there was one thing alive in my mind. An thought. Not an thought for a novel. Reasonably, an concept that had left the constructing years in the past, the concept I ought to return to writing novels.

That’s after I began studying novels once more. Mysteries. Thrillers. Crime tales. The sorts of books that impressed me to jot down novels within the first place.

Then I switched to Wellbutrin. That just about ended my zombie apocalypse expertise. Immediately, I felt alive in a means I hadn’t felt in years. I had ardour. I had vim & vigor—two components which can be important to kicking ass and making up names.

I began brainstorming a brand new novel. After a number of days, I ditched that concept for an additional thought. I cycled by means of a number of extra concepts. Then I locked in on one thought. I pitched it to Christina.

“I adore it.”

Then, as if she stepped into my thoughts and shinned a flashlight within the darkest corners, Christina requested how I deliberate to cope with the “are we there but” query.

“I do know you are able to do it, babe, I’ve seen you do it,” she stated. “However right here’s my concern: you will have this factor the place you make a whole lot of progress on one thing that’s actually fucking arduous, however you at all times get up to now the place you persuade your self that you just haven’t made any progress in any respect, and there’s nothing anybody can say to vary your thoughts.”

Christina was proper. The enemy isn’t the boulder I’m pushing up the hill, or the demanding child screaming questions from the backseat, it’s me.

“How are you going to measure progress?” Christina requested. “Truly, let me put it one other means. How are you going to measure progress in order that once you get to that darkish place you possibly can show to your self that you’re making progress and that it is advisable maintain going?”

“Actually?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve no fucking clue. However I’m open to concepts.”

Christina prompt a visible marker of progress. One thing I might look at that might instantly show that I used to be making progress.

“What about these calendars you see within the motion pictures, the place some man is in jail, or Vietnam, and he marks off the calendar on the finish of every day?”

That sounded good to me, aside from the jail half and the Vietnam half.

“It’s time to purchase calendars,” I stated. “It’s April, so all of the 2024 calendars shall be on sale.”

I went on Amazon. I looked for humorous calendars. I wished photographs that might instantly make me smile. Writing a novel is simply too arduous to have a look at issues that make you frown.

After I noticed a calendar referred to as “Nature’s Dongs,” I knew I had hit pay filth. There have been photos of rock formations that seemed like dongs. Dong-shaped mushrooms. A proboscis monkey with a dong-face. It had dongs for days! Even higher, the calendar prices solely $2.99, together with delivery & dealing with. That works out to simply underneath 25 cents per dong.

Then I went to Goal, the place I purchased two packs of stickers. I selected the round shade stickers—pink, inexperienced, and yellow. They had been on sale. I spent lower than 5 bucks and received 600 stickers. One other win for frugality.

Then I began engaged on an overview for a brand new novel. On the finish of each writing day, I add a sticker to the dong calendar. The stickers seem like I’m color-coding my writing classes, however I’m not. The colours don’t imply something, and neither do the dongs.

Truly, that’s not true.

The dongs make me smile, and the colours remind me to search for the intense spots.

By earlier metrics the journey to the finished define may’ve been measured as follows:

• 28,164 phrases

• 89 pages

• 14 writing days

However I choose a unique measuring stick, one with a flaccid dong-shaped cactus and plenty of colourful vibrant spots:

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You recognize the drill. I’ve received questions, you’ve received solutions.

1. How do you measure progress on a long-term challenge?

2. At any time when I hear the phrase dong, I giggle. How about you?

3. I hate Courier font, and I’m not a giant fan of Instances New Roman both. What’s your most well-liked font? Let the trash-talking start!

4. Who would you fairly have dinner with: Friedrich Nietzsche, Rust Cohle, or Admiral Ackbar? Select one! Then inform us what you’d eat and what you’d discuss.

5. Why hasn’t Sisyphus appealed his case to the Supreme Courtroom? Additionally, what do you make of his possibilities?

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