Friday, September 21, 2012

Writing: The Lost Chord

Do any of the authors out there write in your sleep? I confess that I have. Just recently I stopped working on my most recent novel just before what I thought would be a climactic scene. Then, during my sleep, I wrote a scene of such heartbreaking beauty I could hardly stand it. Unfortunately, although I went straight to my computer on awakening, I couldn't reproduce it. It was good, but not great. But I'll continue to polish it, and eventually will have a scene I can turn in. However, I'm not sure I'll ever achieve what I did in my dream.

Adelaide Proctor wrote the words to a beautiful song (music by Sir Arthur Sullivan of Gilbert & Sullivan fame). The title is The Lost Chord, and although some of you may be too young to have ever heard it, I strongly recommend you check it out. The line that sticks with me is "...But I struck one chord of music like the sound of a great Amen." The gist of the song is that, while letting my fingers run over the organ's keys, I hit a chord like no other ever heard. Although I couldn't reproduce it, maybe I'll hear it again in heaven.

Writing's like that. I know writers who work on the same novel for years, trying to make it the writing equivalent of that lost chord. Sometimes we just have to settle for "as good as I can make it." But we all strive to achieve work that "sounds like a great Amen."

Writers, how long do you work on something before deciding it's not going to be perfect? Readers, have you ever read a scene or even a paragraph that's the literary equivalent of the lost chord.

(photo courtesy James Joyce music)

2 comments:

Debbie Maxwell Allen said...

I've done that so many times! I'll be half asleep, and the most amazing scene plays out, with the perfect words to carry the emotion. After losing many of these, I keep a pad and pen by my bed. I don't even turn on the light, and I've (messily) recorded some scenes and snippets that I know would have vanished otherwise.

~Debbie

Richard Mabry said...

Debbie, Gave up on the pad and pen at the bedside because of problems reading (or understanding) my notes in the cold gray light of dawn. And when I do recall them, somehow they don't seem as wonderful.

Thanks for your comment.