Yesterday at the gym I was talking with a trainer who said he’d gained 30 pounds by “dirty bulking.” My face must have told him I had no idea what he meant. In case you’re in the same boat, evidently it’s a method where hard gainers put on weight by eating junk food, massive amounts of it. “Oh, you mean what I do every day,” I said. Which isn’t entirely true, but it isn’t entirely false either. Depends on the day.
I recently dirty bulked my WIP. Yup. I’ve been changing directions/characters/locations in my novel, and I needed to print a copy because I revise best when I can see it in front of me and can mark it up, circle things, underline.
Because my MS was only at 185 pages or so and I wanted it to be a nice round 200 pages before I printed it, I dirty bulked. My writing version of eating donuts and ice cream, though, is “navel gazing” and philosophizing. (Navel gazing is just what it sounds like — you’re writing stuff that probably does not at all advance the plot. Likely no one else cares about it. Not an iota.) I was actually proud of some of it when I first wrote it. It flowed. It was “thinky.” I explored the meanings of words that are important to me such as loyalty and feminism.
So, junk writing done, I hit print and out of the printer flowed warm pages covered in ink. Happily I sat down, pen in hand, a chunk of the MS on my handy dandy book stand that my dear Barry bought me for Christmas last year. How excited I was to move things around, make big changes. Discover just how genius my new path was. That’s when the dirty bulk showed itself to be made of junk food. (Cue the “wunh wunh” music.)
Suffice it to say I have only put in the changes for 150 of those pages into my MS and I have already had to lose 15 pages. Fifteen bloated, useless (to the novel) pages marked out. Gone. Junk.
Do I regret my self-indulgent dirty bulk? Not entirely; I saved some of it. Some of it was just for me in real life. Some of it was to know more about my characters and their struggles and their beliefs, which are sometimes in conflict with mine. I make them argue their side so I can understand them, even if I don’t agree. Sometimes I have to write characters I don’t like or identify with. (Mini-lecture: I refuse to say “with whom I identify.” Because I’m under 50 and because that flawed “rule” has been shown to be ridiculous and it is one with which I won’t put up — please tell me you get the joke.) I do respect my characters and their right to be who they are.
It will be interesting to see how much of this last 50 pages I lose. I enjoy purging my closets and cabinets, and it’s the same with words so it’s not as if I’ll mourn what I get rid of. I don’t think every sentence I write is priceless. When my agent asked me to prune my last MS, I was happy to do so, and she was pleased with the results so it’s a skill worth having. Still, maybe next time I’ll think twice before imposing an arbitrary page count on myself to spare myself the rapid slash of my inky sword across miles of words. (If you guessed that I would have cut the last half of that sentence if I read it anywhere else, you’re right. But I’m feeling playful so it stands.)
Whether you dirty bulk with words or junk food, there’s no judgment here. Let me know how it goes. On second thought, since I’m trying to stay away from donuts, maybe save the food porn and just let me know if you dirty bulk your story.
Write on, my friends, write on.
6 thoughts on “Why I “Dirty Bulked” My WIP”
Love this, Drema. I’m going to steal this phrase. I’m a big proponent of getting it all out there, then sorting it out and honing it down. Well done. I won’t forget this!
Thanks, Terry. Please feel free to steal away! I’m with you — let’s just get it all down and sort it out later. Great hearing from you.
I got your joke! Who thought that stupid rule up, anyway? 😉
Fully identified with the dirty bulk problem in my wip. The chapter I’m working on feels like it’s had 250,000 words. Maybe it has. I haven’t counted since each attempt to rewrite is in a separate document. Driving me crazy trying to get to the good stuff. Yikes. Starting to wonder if maybe there ain’t any…
I agree that it’s a stupid rule, and whew, glad someone got my joke. 😊 I’m sure there is tons of great stuff lurking in your WIP. I know that because I’ve read your blog and I know how talented you are. But I can sure identify with the fear that it’s not there. Write on, Danni! 🙂
Drema, I read this during my last painful hours at work yesterday. Thank you, I laughed out loud at the idea of “dirty bulking” which sounds so obscene. I had to read it twice, so entertaining. This blog really help lighten my mood in thinking about finishing my own novel. I’m making an effort to write on my blog and read more. So I will definitely try to keep up with any new adventures on your blog.
Hey Carmen! So good hearing from you…yeah my title does sound kinda dirty…and I’m ok with that…bada boom, bada bing,baby. We’ll always have Barcelona! So glad to have made you laugh. Miss you! I’ll have to hop over and see what you’ve been up to on your blog. 🤓