Friday, October 15, 2010
"The first scene...shouldn't be a summary scene. In fact, scene one can't be a scene in which the situation doesn't change..."
So, basically, the first chapter should present a situation at the beginning that by the end is different and has presented a problem or new situation to base the rest of the book on.
She gives some possible ideas:
"* character discovers a task he is starting is more complicated than he'd hoped.
* character learns a disturbing piece of information
* character arrives someplace new
* character meets someone who will significantly alter his life (and even in first scene the new acquaintance has begun to change the character's immediate goals or ideas.
* An event occurs--a murder, a spaceship landing, the arrival of a letter--that will lead to significant change. First scene hints at the repercussions that will follow."
I really liked how Kress worded what a first chapter should include. I've heard similar things from writing conferences and books, but I thought hers was very well put and easy to understand, so wanted to write it on my blog.
Many new writers struggle with beginning their story. How to start it, where to start it, from whose point of view to start it? Once you decide whose story it is, then the most interesting place to begin your story is where the point of your story starts. That moment things begin to change. Not the moment your character was born, but the moment life took on new meaning, situation, or desire.
Prologues should also grab the reader. The thing about prologues, I've found, is it's basically like writing two first chapters. You must capture the readers attention, set the mood, follow all the guidelines that a first chapter should have, only much shorter. Then you have to do it all over again when you start Chapter 1. That can be difficult or useful, depending. I am not really a believer in prologues, so I've struggled with the book I'm working on because I have a prologue. The reason I included one is because it needs a letter at the beginning to set up who's story it is and to complicate the story line so it can all come together eventually. I have thought many times about taking it out because I'm afraid a publisher or reader might not be grabbed by it. I have re-written it dozens of times to try and make it more interesting, and still I'm not satisfied with it. Right now I have let it rest and instead I'm working on editing the rest of the manuscript, waiting for inspiration to hit.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This was an amazing read and I feel like I'm bursting to tell someone about it. I loved the point of view from Dinah, and from the prologue to the end I could not put the book down. It was a bit graphic, so I think you must read with caution, but because of it's graphic nature I felt I was right there. I could smell and taste it. I loved the large portrayal of female relationships and what this book has to say about what it means to be a woman, to give birth, to be a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and to love and be loved. I disliked the part about Wernero and her story. I am not sure why it had to be in it, unless it was to give Dinah voice. Women have a need to express themselves and feel connected through conversation, gossip, and stories, and that is how the book read, like one big conversation. When women are not allowed to have voice with each other they become depressed and isolated. It seemed that theme became a major thread tying the pieces together.
As a piece of literature this book is a work of art. The thing I loved the most about it was the change the characters undergo throughout the years. Rachel was one of my favorite people to watch, who grew sweeter because of her trials. It was as though you could see the wisdom of God and His hand in her life. I wish I could say that for the rest of the book, but it's definitely not the same Jacob, Joseph, and even Isaac and Abram that I have imagined from the Bible as prophets of God. So, if you're going to read it as a true historical explanation of the Bible you'll be sorely disappointed. It's not meant to be that way. It's totally fictional, and although it gave me a new prospective of Rachel and Leah that I thoroughly enjoyed, I had a harder time with the men in the book because they were just that--men. Full of faults, appetites of the flesh, and holier-than-thou attitudes. And although it gave me better insight as to how some of the horrible things in that time could have happened, I'd like to think they heard and followed God's voice more clearly. It seems one goal of the author was to elevate women to the seer/prophetess/goddess status that we usually associate with men, while humanizing the men in the book and making them look like guessing, self-serving, conceited fools.
A very complex tale with people who change with the seasons of their lives, very moving.
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010
However, I must add here that as great as having congratulations from everyone and their dog (many of them learning for the first time that I write), my favorite person to read to is my husband. He laughs, he cries (okay--gets teary-eyed anyway), and I am able to share the things I love in a safe environment. He's the one who's always pushed me to write, even sacrificing his own interests and schedule to help with kids. I couldn't do it without him, and I feel so incredibly grateful to have him in my life. He knew I'd win :), even when I didn't. I hope I can repay him for all he's given me someday.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Have you ever asked yourself that after reading a book? Have you ever looked down at the thing you're holding in your hands and thought, this is a work of art. A master-mind project that is woven together so perfectly I never saw it coming, and now I feel so...fulfilled. Like I just experienced what the character did. How did they do that?
I remember asking that in fifth grade, after reading a Nancy Drew book. And I wasn't thinking about how Nancy did it either. I was wondering about the author. Where did they come up with this idea? How did they fit all the pieces together? It was like watching one of my Dad's mechanical machines he worked on. It blew my mind.
I think that's why I went into English ultimately. It was such a powerful feeling of awe, I couldn't shake it off, not even when I was in my twenties, not even now. I wanted to know how the machine worked, and how it was created--pull it apart, analyze it, duplicate it.
I think I probably spent hours as a kid wondering which details and characters were conscious decisions, or did they just happen and greatness was magically there.
Today my brain started to go there again when I read what Card had to say about it in his book: "Most of your decisions will remain unconscious. But the ones you are aware of allow you to open up your story with more invention, more possibilities, more space, more people for your unconscious mind to play with... The stories that astonish us, the characters that live forever in our memories--those are the result of rich imagination, perceptive observation, rigorous interrogation, and careful decision-making. When it comes to storytelling, invention is the mother of astonishment, delight, and truth."
I know a character is alive to me when I start to dream about them. Percy Jackson has visited my dreams multiple times now, along with Harry Potter, and yes, even Edward the vampire :)
Authors are some of the most amazing mechanical artists I know.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Perhaps we were misunderstanding each other, perhaps not, but when I said my characters are me, what I meant was I could see myself in all of them. They are created deep inside of me. They share feelings I've felt, they come from how I've perceived people, and I've endowed them with characteristics I've noticed in the world around me.
My husband always says the faults we notice in others are actually the faults we ourselves have. That's how it is with fictional characters. And sometimes I don't even know it's about me, until months later when it strikes me, or my husband says, "That's so you."
Today I read in the book I'm reading, Characters & Viewpoints by Orson Scott Card, "...No less distorted is your memory of yourself--what you did, what you meant to do, what caused you to do things, what the results of your actions turned out to be. Yet, distorted or not, your memory of yourself is the clearest picture you will ever have of what a human being is and why people do what they do. You are the only person you will ever know from the inside, and so, inevitably, when your fiction shows other characters from the inside, you will reveal yourself."
"This will happen unconsciously, whether you plan it or not. Sometimes it will startle, even embarrass you when you look back on a story you've written and suddenly realize how much you have confessed without even meaning to."
I've experienced this again and again in my own writing. When I go back to read what I've written sometimes days or months later I suddenly see for the first time I've written about an experience as a teenager, or the love I feel for my children, or resentment or a grudge I've never forgotten. I didn't even think about it while writing it, but still it was there, and I felt those same feelings again and I put them on paper without even realizing it. I often think writing is like dreaming. It all comes out on the paper, without you even thinking about putting it there.
Sure, they're new people, doing new things, but there is a piece of me in them. Even the villain. I'm not perfect. I've yelled at my kids before. I've experienced anger and frustration, vanity, obsessions. Maybe not to the same degree my character is, but enough that it allows me to imagine what it would be like. Those same feelings are what allow us as readers to relate to the characters, even if they are chopping up people to bits.
This is probably one reason why we like to read too. We want to experience those same feelings again. Sweet romances full of bitter jealousy bring us back to the days when we were hauling Caboodles onto the bus, spiking our bangs and driving the junior high guys wild... (Ahem-ahem, what was I saying about revealing embarrassing memories through writing? Scary.) Watching movies isn't the same. It's watching someone else's story. When you read a book you become that person and you get to live out another life. It's the ultimate "virtual reality game."
[That was my plug for reading books. =) ]
Card says "The danger of delving into your own memory is that you've only lived one life. You're going to keep coming up with the same incidents and attitudes over and over again, without even realizing it...the way a child will keep picking at the same sore. You have to make a conscious effort to keep from remembering the same things in the same way."
Something I noticed a long time ago about myself, which could drive someone crazy (like my husband), is I'm always looking back. I find correlations in my life which could account for possible decisions I made later on, and it brings new light and meaning to those memories.
Cheap entertainment, psycho-analyzing yourself. Unless it makes you so utterly depressed you need medication and real therapy....
I love analyzing people and why they do things. But unconsciously we all use ourselves as a gauge to understand others. I use what I've learned in my own life, and that always changes as I grow and mature. How I perceive my memories changes with that. So, in that way, our own thoughts and memories actually have a deep well to draw from, because each memory has layers: how we viewed it at the time, how we saw it a bit later, and how we feel about it now--the good, the bad, the ugly.
You can also rewrite history. I can take some of those experiences I've had, put all the heartache, disappointment out there, and then have a different outcome. Or somehow come to peace with it, without it ever being even remotely the same situation or experience. Sometimes I discover through writing things about myself that I never consciously knew. It really is like going to a psychiatrist, but much cheaper.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
One thing I love about writing, and reading for that matter, is learning about human nature. People are so extremely fascinating.
I read something from the book "Characters & Viewpoint" by Orson Scott Card, about how almost all of us have "one personality at work, another on the phone, another with the children, still another alone with our spouse... With each set of relationships, we have a different history, different in-jokes, different shared experiences. We act with different motives. We do different things... When relationships are interrupted or fade away, the self that belonged in that relationship stays the same. Getting together with old buddies you haven't seen since high school, you tend to become the same person you were when you all used to hang out together... It is one of the most startling and effective devices in fiction to take characters out of one setting and put them in another, where different facets of their personality come to the fore. The character himself may be surprised to realize who he becomes when circumstances change."
That is so true with relationships. I've mourned losses of friendships I was close to in the past, angry that life has to change. I always wondered why; why does it matter? I can make new friends. I can talk to anyone about screaming kids and good deals at the grocery store. Why do I need that particular friendship, and why do I miss it so much? I think Card hit the nail on the mark. It's because I'm missing myself. I'm missing who I was in that relationship. When they disappeared, so did that side of me.
I think that's one reason I love getting together with my siblings. It's like getting together with your old self again, saying "Hi, I missed you. Where have you been?" Next you're going to ask me how many personalities I have? =)
I also think this is a key to breaking bad habits in ourselves. They say if you're trying to break a drug addiction it's critical to break your ties with those friends. I can see why. It's really yourself you're trying to break free from. It's true with anything you're trying to change, even dieting. There are people I will unavoidably pig out with. That's who I am with them. I immediately enter a comfort zone where chocolate has no calories and donuts are health food. If you want to change, you must avoid those friends and places that tempt, and perhaps you'll be "surprised to realize who (you) become when circumstances change."
Fiction has a lot of truth in it.
Feb 26, 2010--Friday
Okay, today I had a moment. I felt this urge to get on the treadmill. I've wanted to for a while, but I always have an excuse, like, "I just showered," or "I should really clean--that's exercise," or "I just ate." But nope, today, despite taking a shower, doing my hair, and just eating--I pulled it back and allowed myself to get sweaty and risk throwing up my breakfast. I was listening to my new I-pod, and feeling these major surges of energy. I felt all this pent up stress releasing. It felt great, after weeks of locking myself hand and eyeball to my laptop for that LDS Storymakers First Chapter's Contest (which I won't win anyway.) The song came on "Call and Answer" by Barenaked Ladies and I turned it up, which is pretty radical for me. ;) I also took up the pace, and gave it all I had. I was lost in the music and the beat, and felt it was thumping directly to my heart. It was beautiful. So beautiful I wanted to cry. I felt peace, like I was myself again. I thought, man I'm a mess, what's wrong with me? I came to the conclusion it's because I hadn't heard beautiful sounds in a long time.
I think I'm sound sensitive. If you want to annoy me scream really loud for a long, long time. I can put up with a lot, but noises really start to bug me after a while. So, four kids is a challenge in patience at times. I've been spending a lot of time writing--perhaps too much time.
Last night, I actually slammed my laptop shut and told my husband, "I'm a stinky writer! I'm going to bed!" I was sick of reading my own work, hearing my ugly voice in my head. This was also after an hour and a half practice at Youth Symphony (not pretty sounding, hate to say, although good for everyone involved. And the kids crying and fighting all day. I was tired of listening to my nagging, begging, threatening voice. And the whiny answers. I have ugly-sounds-burn-out. Yup, that's what I'm going to call it. So, today I'm going to only listen to pretty sounds. I'm gonna talk nice, listen to nice music, and not write anything but this blog posting.