That's easy.
I had written two books, using the Benny Hill Method (brakes off at the top and wheeeee . . . (bathtub optional)) aka the Wayne's World Method (First draft! First draft! Party time! Excellent!) and then I went to a Society of Authors workshop where a proper writer told me I should have a synopsis, outline, chapter plan and character sketches in place before I wrote a word of the story itself.
So I got different coloured sheets of paper and did myself a chapter plan, a calendar (including phases of the moon) and five character biographies. I didn't do a synopsis or outline because I didn't know what they were or how they were different from each other.
Finally I started writing. Plodding along, bored and grumpy, feeling like someone who'd been told to write up the minutes after a meeting. About a third of the way in, I couldn't stand it anymore and ripped up the coloured paper. It was pretty. Like confetti.
After that, writing was interesting again and the story grew legs and ran, then grew wings and flew. As usual it didn't land where I had expected it to. But here's the thing - the first third, the bit that I had done "properly", contained no clues about the unexpected twist. I had to go back and put them in by hand. The two thirds I'd written after the day of the confetti was already stuffed with clues to the twist I hadn't seen coming.
Since then I've learned that there are just as many chaotic, weeping, white-knuckle writers are there are meticulous, orderly, seed-sowing writers. Both kinds produce books I love, both kinds are great fun at parties, and both kinds share one talent: they can ignore each other's advice like pros. Vive la difference!
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
The Body On Page One
This week's question: What was the most useless, destructive thing you ever learned in writing class
or in a writing craft book?
I’m struggling with this week’s question because the classes
I’ve taken have been mostly in the form of conference sessions or short
seminars, where I tend to internalize one important idea. My own filtering
process eliminates some that don’t work in my writing. The only multi-week course I took was from
the witty, smart Judy Greber, a.k.a. Gillian Roberts, who has made it a
point to never give bad advice.
The most useless idea I ever picked up can’t be blamed on a
speaker, but on my simplistic interpretation of more seasoned advice. Mystery writers
everywhere have heard this one: You need
a body on page one. So untrue, and not something any of the successful
authors whose words I lapped up would say. I tried it a few times, got pretty
close to page one, but making it a hard and fast rule is artificial to my style
of storytelling.
What teachers do say is that in the crime fiction genre you
need a conflict on page one. Your job is to signal that the world the
reader has entered is not quite as it should be. Preferably, the friction will
be related to the protagonist’s coming crisis. However, I’ve read the work of
some good storytellers whose first conflict has to do with putting the kids to
bed, or having the correct bus fare, or falling on the ice. These writers use
that conflict, however seemingly distant from the primary plotline, to show me
something about the protagonist or her world, the world that will be disturbed
by what happens on the main stage.
That’s not to say some authors don’t start with a body on
page one, and do it brilliantly. Police procedurals frequently start there, since
that’s the moment the cops begin their detecting narrative. Serial killer
novels may start with the villain disposing of his latest victim in some cruel
fashion, so that we get an idea of the heinous character of the criminal. But
if every piece of crime fiction had to start there, think how bored readers
would be, how predictable and formulaic the genre would become.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Aristotally 100% sure.
I prefer to think of them as "perfectly acceptable character traits" - those bad habits I and Dandy Gilver share.
They make her a great detective and me a . . . writer who at least types more than she deletes.
The same perfectly acceptable character traits would make us atrocious critique-group-members, useless - possibly dangerous - therapists, and calamitous diplomats.
Can you guess where I'm going yet?
We both believe, Dandy Gilver and I, that old Aristotle had it just about right. All three of us believe in absolute facts, infallible logic and supreme reason, and that the exercise of reason is the highest virtue. It helps a lot when you're solving a case (I imagine) and it certainly helps when you're putting a plot together. But boy-oh-boy we'd make lousy hippies.
I truly believe there's one side to everything (the truth) and it never depends which way you look at it. Drives my husband nuts* when we disagree. I'll grant that there's a danger of tenacity if you only argue because you think you're right and you think the thing you're right about matters. The good side is that I stop arguing if someone shows me I'm wrong. Not everyone does that. A lot of them are in Congress.
(*It would drive Dandy Gilver's husband nuts too if they went in for conversations. But, while he'd probably fetch a bucket of water if Dandy was on fire, her personal philosophy is her business.)
And it's not as bad as it sounds because the one place Dandy and I don't dance in step with Aristotle is that he saves his biggest lifestyle drumroll for what he calls The Golden Mean - moderation in all things. I reckon even if you did the necessary edit - "Moderation in all things except pies and Dalmations" - you're still better off with the Golden Rule. You know the one. I like it in its Bill and Ted incarnation: Be Excellent To Each Other.
That's the best habit of all.
They make her a great detective and me a . . . writer who at least types more than she deletes.
The same perfectly acceptable character traits would make us atrocious critique-group-members, useless - possibly dangerous - therapists, and calamitous diplomats.
Can you guess where I'm going yet?
We both believe, Dandy Gilver and I, that old Aristotle had it just about right. All three of us believe in absolute facts, infallible logic and supreme reason, and that the exercise of reason is the highest virtue. It helps a lot when you're solving a case (I imagine) and it certainly helps when you're putting a plot together. But boy-oh-boy we'd make lousy hippies.
(*It would drive Dandy Gilver's husband nuts too if they went in for conversations. But, while he'd probably fetch a bucket of water if Dandy was on fire, her personal philosophy is her business.)
And it's not as bad as it sounds because the one place Dandy and I don't dance in step with Aristotle is that he saves his biggest lifestyle drumroll for what he calls The Golden Mean - moderation in all things. I reckon even if you did the necessary edit - "Moderation in all things except pies and Dalmations" - you're still better off with the Golden Rule. You know the one. I like it in its Bill and Ted incarnation: Be Excellent To Each Other.
That's the best habit of all.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Who, Me?
This week’s question: What bad habits does your protagonist
have, and do you share them?
[Cue up sound of raucous laughter.]
It’s a funny thing. Dani O’Rourke is younger, snappier, more
social, and much braver than I am. She can stay up past midnight without
becoming a zombie. I do not share her good traits. The bad ones, however, seem
familiar. Dani doesn’t listen when her best friend suggests caution. She never
eats just one cookie. She goes through bouts of working 24/7. She is
suspicious. She is not the most attentive driver. She buys clothes
optimistically, that is, with the belief that she will fit into them better one
day soon, when she stops eating cookies.
If it sounds weird, it isn’t. Most of us are susceptible to
the idea that we’d be happier if…you fill in the blank. So, given the
opportunity to create a fictional avatar of sorts, we start playing around,
based on our fantasies. This is not a gender thing. Think about the guys who
write he-man protagonists who get the sexy women by merely twitching an
eyebrow. Writers say they have to
inhabit their characters, so we get to play dress up, or Superman, or the
popular cheerleader, or whatever we can pull off in fiction.
When we go into our mental grab bags for bad habits and
vulnerabilities, we are – almost all of us – so relentlessly self-critical that
listing them for use in the story is easy. Can’t get a date on Saturday night.
Can’t think straight when confronted by someone who’s just a teensy bit upset. Can’t
cook. Can’t give up chocolate. Can’t keep our mouths shut when diplomacy might
be the best course of action. Can’t say no when people lean on us for favors. (“My
roommate died and I was wondering if you could please check out the guy who was
stalking her? Pretty please?”)
I try not to fall deeply into that trap. Because I already use a bit of my professional
background for Dani’s life, I need to maintain distance elsewhere. It feels
strange to have someone ask me if I, like my protagonist, was once married to a
multimillionaire. Our histories, I assure them, are different. But I have to
admit I bought a sleek designer dress with a long skirt. It will be perfect
when I lose 5 pounds and 20 years.