Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Perspective of a Dandelion

It's spring. Which means T and I will engage in dandelion warfare for approximately 93 days.

I don't mean that we'll join forces and seek to cleanse our yard of them, I mean we will argue about them. We'll argue about whether or not they're a weed, whether or not they're pretty, and whether or not they deserve to exist. For 93 days.

It goes something like this....

Me: UGH. Look at that field of dandelions.
T: Pretty!
Me: No. They're not.
T: Look at that yellow! They're like sunlight!
Me: They're not sunlight, they're weeds.
Me: But it's a useful one.
T: Being pretty is useful. Just ask Keanu Reeves. How do you think he ever got cast in anything.

I see the point. If I step far enough back from my adult experience of dandelions, I can remember the joy child-Natalie would have felt at the sight of a field of fluff balls. I can divorce my thoughts from how widely those seeds will disperse, how like a virus they'll encroach on my yard, how like a Kraken they'll attach to my soil with a death-firm grip and instead see their oppressive beauty...

Sometimes, I'm more successful than others.

But as I was prying those little beasts from my lawn one evening, I had some time to consider how radically our perspective changes our reality. If, like T, I was content to find the beauty in a lawn full of dandelions, I'd save myself an awful lot of sweat and toil. I might be content to let them rule my yard in yellow fury. But without that perspective, I rooted around in the dirt for hours like a madwoman. I changed the landscape of my lawn little by little until only a few bits of yellow remained.

I didn't eradicate them completely because when there were only a few left, they were suddenly refreshing and beautiful against dark green grass - a metaphor for survival rather than oppression.

Having just come through a rather involved edit and a test-run of my Critique Crash Course, the timing seemed appropriate.

(Obviously, I was going to relate this to writing, right?)

In my last round of edits I was charged with tightening my novel. In the course of doing so, I grappled with finding a balance between pretty and over-written. I asked my author friends, "What does it mean to over-write? How do I know if I'm doing it? Where I'm doing it? How do I fix it?"

As you can imagine, I got a variety of really good answers. They ranged from "avoid too much repetition" to "don't flood a scene with gorgeous prose because you can" to "be efficient."

At first, this was really hard. All of my words appeared firmly rooted in place. There was no disturbing them. They belonged because I'd been over the manuscript enough to KNOW they belonged.

Hadn't I?

It was hard to tell, so I gave it to a friend and asked her to demonstrate which words were weedy and which were holding down the soil of the story. What she returned to me were pages so devastated I almost didn't recognize them. My knee jerked. I didn't want to believe there was THIS much to shed. What was left? How could the leftover words possibly carry the weight of the story.

But once I'd recovered from the shock, I started to see what she'd done - how she was teasing the story to the front by tamping down the fluff. I was able to analyze my prose simply by virtue of having someone come in and point out the weeds I mistook for flowers.

This was a new sort of revision for me. Not something I was prepared to do on my own, but a good reminder of why I need people to look at the same thing I'm looking at and tell me what they see. Sometimes the way to achieve a new perspective is by climbing onto the shoulders of someone else.

So here's what dandelions taught me about writing: pretty can be a virus. Too much of it and a manuscript can drown in the relentless monotony of it. There's a trick in shifting your perspective from flower to weed, and for me it was as exciting as a free cappuccino.

In the end, I culled the manuscript by 7k. I changed the landscape of the novel so that the language wasn't so cluttered, so that the story got more sun, so that the important bits didn't have to compete for water.

But I left the dandelions that became flowers in the process.


  1. I need to do this! My final-round-edits manuscript needs some serious culling. But I've never known where to start. Great post!!!

    1. Good luck! This is sort of what I was doing in that one-page line edit I sent you. That was a sample of what happened to my ENTIRE manuscript. Painful, but eye-opening.

  2. Love this post! :D And I agree with you. Dandelions are evil and must be cleansed in holy was a bit much, but you get the point.

    I just sent my MS to my CP and said "Shred please." She laughed maniacally and I almost cried. ;-)

    1. That's a great place to be - on the brink of something better. Enjoy the process! Painful though it may be.

  3. Well said and I loved the bit about Keanu Reeves lol!

    1. I have a soft spot for Keanu. It's the way he chews gum. I just can't look away when he's chewing gum. (I recognize this shouldn't be considered a skill or even a talent, but....)

  4. Love this, Natalie! (Also, love YOU.)

  5. omg, I'm dying. Especially reading your comment about his gum. YES. I stare, too. Haha, and he slayed 13yo Marisa's heart when he chewed a jelly donut in Point Break. I even blogged about it once, hahaha

    Okay, this post is all around brilliant.

    Also, I must say I like having a yard full of dandelions... but only because when you make a wish and blow the seeds the fairies grant said wishes. Phenomenal.

    1. It's a relief to know others are affected by his jawline. Really really.

      And....I need your dandelions. Mine are all tapped out.

  6. Agreed! I think I'm wary of purple prose, so I'm move of a victim of the opposite--I write too little in places. My CPs will note, How does this make the MC feel? And, what does this look like? So, for me a revision pass is often identifying these little holes and adding in the flesh that fills out the bones of the story. Reverse weeding--which I guess makes me a dandelion planter. :D

    1. Ha! Perhaps you're the puff ball of a dandelion - tufts of potential waiting to disperse and take root!