Archive for October 2010
Nostalgia: a wistful desire to return to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home, homeland, or to ones family and friends. A yearning for the happiness of a former place or time. I’m not sure what it is about autumn, especially once it starts going, but it always brings back good memories for me. This week’s inspiration is nostalgia. Here’s to the memories.
Here’s a small lesson on telling, but not necessarily showing. To a certain extent, telling or exposition is completely and absolutely necessary in your story or, you know, things wouldn’t make sense to us. The reason you’re inclined to write back story is, after all, to make sense of the present story. You write in a lot of telling, a lot of exposition, because you want your reader to understand. That’s natural.
But there’s a formula to it.
With this formula, you’re forced only to describe when it’s necessary to understand what’s going on. Instead of describing the house a group of people are heading to and then cut to them knocking on the door, reverse it. Have them knock on the door and then describe the house, because then it’s necessary (maybe!) to know what the house might look like.
It’s a sort of method of payment for telling readers something you can’t simply show them. If you give them a present action to focus on, slipping in exposition so they can make sense of the scene is a natural flow.
Here’s the set up of the example:
The current action is Mindy going into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she looks in the mirror, she notices that she isn’t quite herself today–she’s in her brother’s body. What do we need to know to understand this action? Perhaps that the room looks different, she feels different, etc.
In the first example, I have numbered the examples of blatant telling that, in my opinion, are either hidden well in the action or are needed to understand the present action. The numbers are evenly spaced through the narration. The paragraph seems short and to the point (although perhaps not really intriguing). In each case, the action comes before the exposition.
The second example switches the order, presenting exposition before the action it explains. It’s longer, and there’s actually more unneeded exposition (letters a-e) because there’s no limit. If you place the action first, you’re limiting what you can logically explain without jumping around. When you place the exposition first, you’re unrestricted!
Compare the two examples! Which do you think is better?
Mindy slid out of bed feeling weird–groggy still, half-asleep and hazy. She walked across blue carpet (1) barely able to hold her eyes open before opening the door and heading down the hall to the bathroom. The hardwood was cold against her feet (2), her vision blurry as she glanced at the pictures lining the walls (3). She flipped on the light after stepping into the bathroom, wiggled her toes against the shaggy rug (4), and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste. She squeezed the white paste onto her brush, let cold water run on it, and then put it into her mouth. She squinted at her hands. They looked weird today. Maybe they were a bit swollen (5). She looked up to the mirror and almost swallowed her toothbrush whole–why was she looking back at her brother?
Mindy slid out of bed feeling weird–groggy still, half-asleep and hazy. She looked down at the carpet, it was blue (1), and took a look around her room. There were blue walls, a bookshelf full of videogames (a). She frowned and rubbed her eyes. Must still be dreaming. She walked to the door, opened it, and headed down the ball to the bathroom. There were hardwood floors (2), pictures lining the halls (3), and glaring bright lights in the ceiling. The hall was two feet narrow (b) and in her sleepy, half-opened eyes, it looked much smaller than she was used to. She got to the bathroom and flipped the light on. It was all white, a tub against the far wall with a sea-horse shower curtain (c). There was a shaggy blue rug hiding the dull linoleum (4). She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste, let cold run onto it, and began brushing her teeth. Her hands looked swollen (5) as she stared down at them. They looked weird but she shrugged it off. Her eyes fell on the water running in the white porcelain sink (d). Above it was a medicine cabinet with a mirror (e). She looked up into it to assess how she looked and almost swallowed her toothbrush whole–why was she looking back at her brother?
A cool exercise to drive the point home is to pick up your favorite book, or a book by your favorite author. Read carefully and notice when the author is writing the present action and when they’re lacing in the exposition. You’ll notice the pattern, action first, exposition after! I promise.
Agents agree that everyone who isn’t an agent and doesn’t have an agent has no idea what an agent’s average day is like.
Well, what about the average day of a writer?
It’s going to look very different for all of us, but the bottom line is the same: we’re busy! We often have day jobs, or night jobs, or both–kids, siblings, husbands, wives, parents to deal with–school, homework, papers, midterms, finals. It’s incredible how much we manage to pack into one day’s worth of hard work.
I’m a full-time student working unpaid at a psychology internship I started over the summer. On a day where I had my internship, two classes, a midterm, and a writing assignment due for creative writing, this is what happened:
The Day in the Life of a Writer/Student/Intern
I stayed awake through 7am to write over 8,000 words on my manuscript to turn in for my English assignment. I took a shower and slipped into bed at 730am. I woke up at 1030am, clipped out an 11-page snippet of what I wrote the night before, read it over quickly and turned it in online. Went back to sleep until 1120am. Dressed, brushed my teeth, tried to make myself look presentable (probably failed in hindsight), packed food for the entire day, and took a 15-minute drive into Seattle (when President Obama was in town, even) to arrive at my internship at noon (okay, maybe 3 minutes after).
My supervisors fished around for 15 minutes trying to think of what I should do. I honestly told them I’d love to go back home to study, which they decided I could do that and come in tomorrow to make up the three hours. I took another 15 minutes to drive home, slipped into pajama bottoms and back into bed. I reorganized the Contents page, added a few pages to the list even, started this post, tweeted, read up on the blogosphere. Around 130pm I cracked open my textbook and started taking notes on what I knew I really needed to know.
Around 2pm I took a break and continued writing this post. At about 230pm I hit the textbook again for another 30 minutes, keeping track of only the most important items that’d be on the test. I planned on going to my next class but decided to skip it (sorry, professor) in favor of more studying. So I took the next two hours to study and talk to Devin about the writing process.
At 5pm, I changed back into a pair of jeans and packed up for class. I drove 30 minutes to the other side of Seattle to my university–in light traffic (although it was 5pm, don’t know where everyone was). I had a double shot of espresso as I drove. It didn’t take me long to find parking and 5 minutes to walk to my first class. I waited in the hall for half an hour with a classmate before my next class started–my dreaded midterm. Instead of studying, we mostly talked about an English teacher we shared, about applying to graduate school, and how hard we thought the test was going to be. At 6pm, the test started.
I took it in an hour, drove back home at around 645pm, make a quick dinner of left-over chicken-flavored rice. I talked to my mom for about an hour, exchanging rants and bonding over stories of my freshman year. Then I opened up my manuscript and worked on my first chapter so I could send it to my crit partners–at 815pm.
By this time, I had been awake for 32 hours and had two shots of coffee. I worked on my manuscript until 3am, when my eyes were burning so bad I didn’t have any choice left to sleep.
So, what’s the lesson here?
Writing is rarely the only thing a writer does.
The hook for your query is hard to pin down, it’s true. Is it this, or that, or maybe this and that?
Here’s a list to help you figure out what your hook could be:
- Your conflict.
- Your climax (but not necessarily your resolution).
- The most INTERESTING thing about your main character that sets them apart from everyone else in the world.
- The most INTERESTING thing in your story that we’ll be dying to read by the end of your query.
- What your main character was doing right before the catalyst point, where things for your MC changed completely–but only if it’s INTERESTING.
- The catalyst point for your MC, when things start to change.
- One-half of that mystery you’re saving until the end.
- A combination of the above.
For me, my hook could be that my MC has lived alone with her father for ten years (what happened before the catalyst point) and now the goddess of the underworld is threatening to take her father away (catalyst point).
What about you?
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Mondays are for what gave us an a-ha moment. I was shown this post from J.A. Souders’ blog about senses. We’re all used to the five senses, but she introduces you to six more you can use in your writing. The six other senses to enhance your stories are: Time, Temperature, Pain, Balance, Motion and Direction
She went through an exercise to practice this and I think it can only help to do it too! I didn’t follow her example to a key, but here is my try.
Logan teetered on his feet, passing his thumb through the flame of his lighter. His skin sizzled, his mouth easing into a smirk as flames encompassed the house and the wood siding crackled in the heat. A scream rose above the flames and dissipated into the night. Only twenty minutes to ruin someone’s life–twenty minutes to provide hours of entertainment.
The fire licked at his skin and the thick, black smoke burned his throat–tasted like cheap cigarettes and dark roast coffee. He’d hoped for something more exciting. The acrid scent of cedar and boiling paint was nothing. He turned to the left and dropped his lighter on the ground. Whoever said revenge was best served cold was a complete liar.
And to break it down for the six new senses, here they are in plain sight! (Just in case you missed it in the paragraph.)
- Time: twenty minutes
- Temperature: heat.
- Pain: sizzled
- Balance: teetered
- Motion: passing, turned, teetered
- Direction: to the left
Now that I’m aware of them, I can tell my writing will be that much better! What do you guys think? Try it out and post it up, I’d love to see your take.
So overly sexy that it drives people to do crazy things. So dangerous that it was named one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Stronger than any other sexual emotion, it’s like playing with fire. Lust is beautiful and deadly, and it’s this week’s inspiration.
Going back to the symbolism post two weeks ago, we’re going to go over the color red! Red is a beautiful color with many meanings, which I’m sure most of us can guess. Red can show love, lust, anger, hatred, the list could go on forever. Red is an intense and powerful color that demands your attention whether you want to give it or not. It’s well known that red is used in advertising to attract customers, especially with food because the color red makes you hungry.
Let’s start with the positive:
- Red is sensual and passionate.
If that female lead of yours has ruby red lips, well… watch out boys! Why does red make people feel so sexy? Humans flush when we’re aroused–and most often, arousal is sexy. But what about that red tie your main man has? It creates a sense of power. (Ever noticed the President wearing a red tie when they need to showcase their prowess?) Like I’ve said, red draws attention. If you’re confident enough to have that attention, that shows power. Confidence = power, people!
Now for some negative:
- Red can symbolize hate, anger, warnings, stops, blood and so much more.
Warnings and saying stop are because (once again) red gets our attention. Anger and hate can get our pulse racing, just like red. We also tend to flush a nice red whenever we get horribly upset.
Different reds can mean different things, too:
- Light red can mean joy, passion and love.
- Dark red is associated with vigor, rage/anger, courage, malice, and wrath.
- Red-orange relates to desire, pleasure, domination, and aggression.
- Red-violet is a calm vitality, and is associated with sensuality.
- Red-brown can indicate harvest and fall.
Red is a great color that can give a nice pop to your descriptions, whether it be red lips, red hair, red tie or who knows, maybe even red eyes. Don’t be afraid to use this color, it’s your best friend. (Maybe even more than that.)