“We are being harvested.”
I had no idea where it had come from, and I had no idea what to do with it. In fact it almost drove me mad. I was spinning around in my head. Then a name also appeared in my head – “The Livestock Manifesto”. These became the nucleus of the story and the name of the story.
So I started writing. I wrote the book twice. And it was horrible! I really needed to write, but everything that I came up with wasn’t good. So I gave up.
And it was then that things really started to happen.
Later that day I spoke to a friend of mine who’s a poet, and he told me that I should do something with this anger, and I so I put together a short story about her. Funnily enough, as I wrote the short story, the characters from my previous writing attempts showed up. Then the next day I showed up again, and I just continued writing. I basically wrote continuously for four months.
I called a friend of mine who’s a published author and he told me to stop writing and simply have fun for the next three months. He instructed me to eat a lot of good food, go on a lot of dates, have a lot of sex, listen to good music and go to museums for the next three months.
And you know what, he was absolutely right. When you write, there’s a well you draw from every day, and at that time mine was completely dry.
The Writing Process
I always try to leave my work for the day in the middle of a chapter and in the middle of a sentence – that way, when I come the next day, I know exactly what I’m writing.
“I find it extremely important not to molest myself in this process. If nothing happens after an hour or so you should just go and have an ice-cream or something.”
Another rule is not to read good authors during this time. I did it once, and it absolutely paralysed me. I couldn’t work for two or three weeks afterwards.
A writer-friend once told me a very good piece of advice which is to watch a lot of the CSI TV shows while you’re writing. All these shows are structured in the same way, and it’s always done pretty well. It’s not like you’ll use exactly the same formula in your book, but it can influence your writing in a positive way.
I never actually talk to anyone about what I’m writing, because I find that it deflates the energy and magic of my work. I used to get ideas, and sit down with my friends to test them out, and nothing would happen afterwards. Your brain doesn’t really distinguish the difference between writing the book, or just talking about writing the book.
“There has to be a buildup of pressure, and you deflate it if you’re always talking about your ideas.”
I become really unpleasant to be around while I’m writing. It’s not intentional, but all the boundaries inside my head which make sure that I don’t behave inappropriately towards people, seem to disappear. I really don’t like being this person. When I have an idea which I’m trying to flesh out, I feel really vulnerable. I don’t like being around people during this time. I guess it’s almost like a mini nervous breakdown.
“A certain degree of melancholy is actually helpful for creation”
I take medication, but I don’t take enough medication to make me happy, just enough that I don’t top myself and show up for work the next day.
About ten years ago I was introduced to a woman and when we shook hands my body screamed no. I’ve never felt it shout so loudly. But I chose not to listen to it. The woman and I fell in love and it was an absolute disaster.
I think I’m so aware of it because of the extreme depression. I had to spend a long time listening to myself and figuring out why I had depression and a lot of that is about noticing where it is in the body.
It also happens with writing. In my book there’s a man character and a woman character. When I started writing the woman, I was going to take a certain part of society and represent it through her. I was going to be really nasty to her. After a day of writing her like that I had this really bad feeling in my stomach, and I realised that it wasn’t going to work. I had to let her develop how she was naturally going to develop. Now she’s ended up being one of the main characters and the hero in the book.
Finishing the book
I probably had a nervous breakdown or something, because I was convinced that I had written the worst book ever. After two days of extreme self-pity and melancholy, I managed to draw together the willpower to do something. So I sent it to a few writer friends I know.
My first reply came within 24 hours and the response was “Wow, I really like it!”
That was surreal. At first I thought he was making fun of me. Then I wondered if I had sent him something else by accident. And it took me a day for my brain to accept the fact that he actually liked it.
The second draft was hard. There was no “flow” or anything, just really tedious, hard work. I really struggled with it. But by the time I had finished the second draft, I had slowly started to accept the book.
I started to send it to lots of different publishers. And I got absolutely no answer. I was happy to finally get a “no”, because it meant that I actually heard back from somebody.
I eventually sent it to somebody who liked it, and they agreed to publish it. I almost didn’t send it to this particular publishing house because I thought they weren’t publishing anymore.
The book will come out later this year, first in Icelandic, and I hope in English after that.
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