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Tabourot’s Law is a concept you might have only come across should you be learning to play the theremin. In fact, until this post, the phrase “Tabourot’s Law” was almost a googlewhack – except I’m cheating because true googlewhacks only happen with two words but no quote marks.

You’re saying, “shut up about the googlewhacking, what the hell is a theremin?”, aren’t you?

An early thereminA theremin is a musical instrument (picture courtesy of Theremin World). It was invented by a Russian man named Lev Terman, or Leon Theremin in the West, about 90 years ago. You play it by moving your hands around the two antennae, one of which controls pitch, the other volume, attached to oscillators.

You have heard one: its sound (though not the instrument itself) is used in the Beach Boys’ Good Vibrations – listen for the “quavery wobble”. It’s also one of Hannibal Lector’s two favourite instruments.

Reverend Guppy's Aquarium cover imageThe theremin, and Tabourot’s Law, came to my attention through the auspices of The Reverend Guppy’s Aquarium: Encounters with heroes of the English language, from the Earl of Sandwich to Joseph P. Frisbee by Philip Dodd. It is, of course, a (fascinating) book about eponyms – words derived from people’s names, and obviously enough, Theremin is one of them (described in the chapter about Adolphe Sax).

Dodd mentions a teach-yourself theremin book. Thanks to a reference on the theremin site, at the bottom of this page of discussion, I now know it was probably Dr. R.B.Sexton’s Method for the Theremin. Ah yes, the famous Saxon Method: wave your hands around the antennae.

Saxon provides a piece of advice he in turn got from Tabourot, who was a castenet tutor who wrote Castanuelas, Olè. I can’t quite tell if this was written relatively recently or 500 years ago by a monk (and republished relatively recently) whose real name wasn’t even Tabourot anyway.

I’ll quote Dodd: “Its central method was that if you are having problems trying to achieve something difficult and are convinced you will never make any progress, then at the very point you are about to give up in frustration, that is precisely when you are going to make a breakthrough”.

Or, to quote Saxon himself, in more vivid terms:

Tabourot’s Law states that success always comes after you start screaming in frustration but before you actually give up.

Dodd says, “It’s an excellent law, which I recommend applying to most human endeavours” – including the endeavour of writing fiction. And not just human endeavours, either – when we were teaching our dog the ‘down’ command – old dog, new trick – he barked in frantic and high-pitched frustration just before he finally worked out what we wanted from him, the exact expression of Tabourot’s Law.

I’m sure the mental anguish and stress that tends to accompany a breakthrough – the outward expression of the mental force being expended – has a name in psychological research and has been studied extensively, but I find “Tabourot’s Law” to be picturesque.

Next time you’re working on a story or a scene and you’ve been going around in circles and it seems like it’s just never going to work and you should just pack the whole thing in and go do something actually rewarding like learning to play an obscure musical instrument, mutter to yourself, “Tabourot’s Law” and keep trying just that little bit longer.

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44,000 words. That’s not quite 2000 words a day – I did only 8000 words for the week, not 10,000. It wasn’t that I skipped a day, it was just that on a couple of days I didn’t quite manage 2000, and then couldn’t quite catch up for the rest of the week.

The writing itself began to improve later in the week, as plot lines and character motivations became clearer. Certainly, the instant I got to writing Rana’s first day (Jannin and Rana spend three days doing separate activities in the cursed palace before they reunite), I saw what Jannin was supposed to be doing on his own first day, and had to go back and fix that up.

This is by far the messiest first draft I’ve ever written, with notes to myself everywhere about changing scene order and deleting characters and switching outcomes. But then, I rather suspect I always forget how hard a first draft is, once I’ve done the second and then the last.

I also managed to write 6000 words on a different project. I don’t normally split my attention, but I figured if I wrote out what these other characters wanted to say, they would stop talking to me and let Rana and Jannin have a turn.

And my last writing-related activity for the week was doing the final edits to the first Rana book, to be published soon.

So in all, though I didn’t make my target word count, I had a pretty productive week. Next week, though, I’m looking forward to having a bit of a break.

I did crap, that’s how I did. The combination of the week’s break last week plus a pile-up of chores this week meant I only got to writing on a few days, and the writing itself was plodding and dull, the sort of stuff that makes you happy it’s just the first draft…

I do have a good idea of the plot now, so it’s a matter of finding the time and motivation to write it (or anything at all, right now – going through a bad phase). Normally I can talk myself round (the ‘it’s only 500 words’ type pep talk) but not this week.

And not next week either, because I’m away again. Blog on hiatus.

I’m at 12,000 words and feeling fairly comfortable with the shape of the story. I still haven’t gone past the endpoint of those first two dozen pages I wrote originally – that’s how much extra material I’m adding in.

The nicest part is that I’m now already one quarter of the way through Jannin’s arc – he’s narrating the first half up to about 40,000 words. Then Rana will take over for the next 40,000 words, picking up from a point about halfway through Jannin’s narative, and we’ll see what she’s been up to when Jannin’s seen her wandering about the palace hallways soaking wet. She’ll also bring the story through to the conclusion, taking it past where Jannin’s narration stops.

At least, that’s what I think’s going to happen. I only have a series of disconnected incidents in mind to guide me, so we’ll see. But one quarter through one half of the story sounds pretty nice (especially after last year’s effort went to a massive 195,000 words – if I could work out how/where to add in another 50,000 words I could split the damn thing into a trilogy, for crying out loud).

Though I did get more words done than my target, I didn’t work on this WIP every day. Instead, I had another go at the synopsis for the 195,000-word monster. It came out better than the first try, but it still doesn’t really capture the complexity or flavour of the book, or even most of the action. Yeah, let’s you see summarise the plot, characterisation and character relationships, and tone of a 400-page book in a single page…

As might be inferred from yesterday’s entry, I have let my writing muscle atrophy over the last four months while I was moving from Libya to Malaysia with a visit home in between. I’ve done a little editing of last year’s work, and written a couple of scenes, but it’s almost May and I haven’t got a new work underway.

This week, finally, was when I felt settled enough in my new home to put my writing routine back into place. Though you’d think it’d be the first routine to be replaced, it was the last: dog-walking and household routines came first. Perhaps I need my safe haven all sorted before I can devote mental energy to writing.

The routine is for afternoon writing [I have learnt over the last few years that I can force myself to try writing in the morning, but I'm not going to get much done, and nothing worth keeping...], 500 words a day.

This week, I only managed it for the last three days (as I had guests earlier in the week, as was just as eager to do some sightseeing as they were, since I’m new to the city too), but did get 2000 words done overall.

It also took me some time to decide what to write – which makes it sound like I’m rolling in ideas. That’s not true, but I did have a couple of options. In particular, my mind has been turning over ideas to do with the characters I was working with last year, but I think they’re too fresh and I need distance.

Therefore, I’ve decided on a sequel to a book that is about to be published. When I finished that book, I immediately jotted down a few scenes for what those characters would do next, and even went so far as to write about 20 pages of the sequel. But as with my characters from last year, I needed time to let them settle before I felt comfortable writing about them again.

So some of the 2000 words was lifted from the original 20 pages, but mostly not verbatim. I followed the layout of the first scene, because it allowed a good re-introduction to the characters while immediately outlining the new problem, but added more depth and detail. I found re-reading the 20 pages that my old problem of rushing developments was alive and well, and also that because I had written it straight after the first book, I did tend to skip over character relationships and descriptions because I knew them so well – not so for a new reader, of course.

It was a slow and shaky start, but I expected that, and was grateful I had early scenes to help me along. I am looking forward to getting my teeth into the story properly next week.

For the last three years, I lived in Libya. Grocery stores there tend to have limited stock: a limited range of products, and limited choices of brands within each product type.

Having returned, first, home for a holiday, and now to a new posting in Malaysia where supermarkets exist and are fully stocked, I have discovered that I’ve forgotten how to go about grocery shopping.

I become nonplussed by the products choices, both of brands, types and environment-related (do I want local fruit that came from 20 miles away but is double-wrapped in plastic and styrofoam, or fruit flown from the US that at least comes in a single plastic bag?). I get distracted by products I haven’t seen for three years. I have to read all the labels to work out which particular brand, type and flavour of hand-wash I want. I forget what I was doing and where I was going, and have to go three times down each aisle before I finally get through the shopping list.

It used to take me about 20 minutes to whip through a weekly shop; it feels like it’s taking at least twice that and I invariably forget something and have to go back again later…My ‘grocery shopping’ muscles have atrophised over the last three years.

The moral is simple: do something regularly, and it really doesn’t seem that complex or overwhelming because you are developing skills and knowledge to manage it. Don’t do it regularly, or don’t do it with a meaningful level of effort, and it becomes hard, time-consuming, and inefficient.

The lesson is simple too: Keep your writing muscle working by exercising it regularly.

I finished, that’s how I did! 410 pages; 192,000 words; it’s done, pinned dead the page – well, that’s how it feels right now…

I’d have a glass of champagne, if this wasn’t a dry country. As it is, I’m going to take morbid pleasure in burying the baby for the next seven weeks – I’m not going to look at it again now until the new year. Once I’ve taken that good long break, it will be time to print it out for the first time (sorry, trees) and go through it line by line to make it pretty: catch the typos, straighten out inconsistencies, pluck out the cliches, beef up the flat bits, ruthlessly cut redundancies, and get it ready for its first wobbly steps out in the world ie my first reader.

That’s later. This week I’m going to loll around on the couch reading trashy books and eating chocolate (and tinker; I’ll tinker a little this week, I won’t be able to resist). I’ve got technical work, a bit of non-fiction stuff, and some editing to do, but no new fiction project thought up yet, so this is the last in this series for a while.

p.s. you know you’re in for a bad writing week when you get a rejection from a market you never submitted to, for a type of a story you’ve never written…weird.

A very good week: 30,000 words, for a total of 110,000, and, excitingly, I’ve finally hit the climax, the bit those thousands of words have been building up to. This is the bit that’s given me trouble on the previous drafts, in that I am happy with the way it ends up but not the way it happens, but I’m confident it will work out this time round, and I’m looking forward to tackling it this week.

I’m especially happy with the effort because I lost an entire writing day. I lost the morning when the power supply on my laptop malfunctioned, so I couldn’t charge the laptop’s battery or run it off the mains. Therefore several hours of writing time dribbled away in first getting relevant files over to the PC before the battery went, then getting the Microsoft patch that lets older versions of Word read the new docx format, then setting up temp working files so I wasn’t working on any originals in case the patch malfunctioned.

Then I thought I’d just dash out and get the grocery shopping done, whereupon my subconscious apparently decided that two and a half years of blameless driving in one of the more dangerous driving countries of the world (five deaths due to road accidents per day and that’s just the city) wasn’t good enough, and so I randomly drove into the side of some poor lady’s car.

Okay, not quite that bad, but for no discernible reason – I wasn’t distracted or tired, I wasn’t been forced over by some bastard overtaking through a gap not big enough for him, I wasn’t trying to squeeze into a parking space – I did manage to brush her parked car with my bumper and scratch her paintwork. This is the type of country where that kind of damage is shrugged over (hey, I didn’t flip my car over the motorway barrier and land upside down on top of hers, after all), but not this time.

Have you ever had that experience where you’re leaving the house and you realise you’ve left your phone behind, and you say to yourself, meh, what can happen?…picture this: Foreign country in which the authorities are a wee bit unpredictable. No phone. No ID (left that at home too). No pen and paper. No language skills beyond being able to order groceries, and no phrasebook…that’s right, I spent the rest of the afternoon in jail. Just kidding! I did spend the rest of the afternoon sorting what should have been solved in five minutes if I’d had my phone with me.

On the plus side, the scratch polished out and the power supply started working again by itself, so all in all, it could have been worse. Much worse. And while I could have gotten stressed about starting my writing week already behind on my targets, I accepted that these things happen, and let it go.

It’s two weeks till I get another little holiday break. Can I get Simon’s POV finished in two weeks? I think I can…

I can happily report I took good advantage of my week off at Lake Como and did absolutely nothing work-related at all. It was great to take a break and now I can get back to work refreshed and more creative (I did have a few ideas while away, but resisted the temptation to so much as note them down – that can happen this week).

I’ve decided my daily target will be 10 pages. It’s not ideal for the reasons I discussed last time, but I’ll see how it goes.

Last week I declared my first draft officially finished. This week I struggled with how to set daily targets for the second draft. I couldn’t use my usual word count, as I didn’t want the disincentive to delete words freely.

I tried to decide if it should be a certain number of pages or scenes per day…but keep in mind that this is the second draft, not the editing draft ie I am still getting characterisation, scene order and pacing, plot points and so on in order, not debating word use with myself, which comes last.

That means some pages/scenes are pretty much good to go for now. I’d get to open the file, take five seconds to go ‘yep, that scene’s good, I’m done’ and take the day off…whereas the next day, the ‘scene’ might be a paragraph explaining what the still-needs-to-be written scene is supposed to achieve, so I’d have a good solid four or five hours of writing in front of me. It doesn’t make for even targets like a word count does.

In the end, I fell back on the technique I have used with my last two novels. I started with a blank document. With my first draft open beside it, I started re-writing from scratch. I don’t even copy and paste using this method, I manually re-type it, even when I’m mostly happy with it. I didn’t set a target, though I will have to do so if I find myself getting less done than I would like.

Next week, I’m on holiday. Normal posts are scheduled, but there’ll be no Sunday ‘How I Did’, because, frankly, I hope to do nothing but go hiking and eat good Italian food.

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