Friday, June 18, 2010

Character Questions

I went through my notebook sometime back and composed a list of all the character questions that had been asked out loud in class throughout the semester. I've also added one or two of my own. Please feel free to add any of your own too.

¬ What's in your character's fridge?
¬ How do you character's talk about things?
¬ What won't your character's talk about?
¬ Where were your characters coming from the day they meet?
¬ What's one thing that makes your character "unique"? How does this affect them?
¬ What prescriptions does your character take?
¬ What does your character order at a bar?
¬ Write a day in the life module telling of your character?
¬ What are your characters fantasies? How do they fantasize?
¬ What are your characters obsessions? How do they obsess?
¬ Write about your characters first date?
¬ Describe your character's body: tattoos, piercings, scars, pimples
¬ Who notices your character? Who doesn't notice your character?
¬ Where is your character's family from?
¬ What are your character's rituals?
¬ What makes your character restless? What makes your character calm?
¬ How do your character's meet?
¬ What are your characters ashamed of?
¬ Write your character's funeral
¬ Describe your characters room
¬ What does your character carry with them?
¬ When do your characters become adults?
¬ How do your characters use or not use technology?

"What happens next?"

I've been writing for eight years. This is nothing compared to those who flew out their mother's uterus's covered in plasma and clutching a number two pencil, but tough. Still, no matter how many years, months, days, or hours I write, I find myself struggling immensely with plot. I just don't know "what happens next?"

I know, I know, if we were all in a semi-circle right now Megan would say something like "make something happen." To which I'd pause for a few moments, nod, and say that my character suddenly went from sitting on his Harley at a stop light to speeding through it and hitting a five month old shiatsu. I'd then get home, type the story (tragic death of shiatsu included) and hand it in. Mission accomplished, right? Wrong. I'd eventually go back to the damn story and decided that I didn't like "what happened next?" Not only would I discover that I didn't "like it" but then I'd scratch the story and start a new one, that I'd eventually toss when plot had to be addressed.

Why writing Gods, do my fingers tingle at paragraph after paragraph of place description and character description but turn cold when the "climax" of the story occurs? Well, I'm not 100% sure, but, I think I've found the answer through reading Matthew Klam's: Sam the Cat and Other Stories.

Sam the Cat and Other Stories is a short story collection that deals with modern day sexual relationships. I use the word sexual loosely. Don't get me wrong, Klam's a good writer, but the stories narrators are not "exceptional" in any way. The plots of the stories are basic and, considering the subject matter, have been written countless times before: man represses feelings of homosexuality, newlywed couple finds out they cannot have children, boyfriend hits his girlfriend, married couple goes on vacation and meets other couple. There is little "action." Dialogue is present, but doesn't take the front seat. Still, Klam's stories have had me on the edge of my seat, flipping frantically page after page, dying to find out "what happens next?"

Finally, after skimming through all of the pages I'd post-it-noted, I figured it out. Klam's stories have me frantically asking "what happens next?" because Klam not only knows his characters, but he knows his characters roles in specific relationships. It's fucking brilliant and intimate and that's what makes the stories work. That's what drives the subject matter forward and turns the everyday hurdles and pitfalls of romantically involved couples into plot and action.

Yes, Klam could know the individual narrators inside and out, and it's evident he does. But, without knowing that with Girlfriend A the narrator didn't watch Yogi Bear but with Girlfriend B they did or with Boyfriend 1 they didn't smack their lips when they ate apple sauce, the stories are flat.

Discovering the "rules" and roles my characters possess when they're with another character won't solve all of my plot problems, I know that. But, right now, it's making me write. It's teaching me about my narrator and main character, it's creating secondary characters, and, it's "moving the story forward." So, for now, that's enough to leave the dreaded outline for tomorrow.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

3 Things You Need to be a Writer.

You need to WRITE...
There is no way you can be a writer without actually writing. Find time to write or make time to write as much as you can. Try and write everyday if you can. You can't call yourself a writer if you treat it like a half-ass hobby.

You need to READ...
Not necessarily read but you must study the art of story. Books, good TV, good movies, articles, comic books(My favorite), etc. You must consume a lot of the medium you want to be a apart of or are apart of.

And you need to LIVE...
The thing I see a lot of my fellow writers refusing to do. They write and they write but maybe they are a little too anti-social. Find out about life have fun, do bad things, do good things get knocked up, or knock someone up. Do this so one you tell your story whatever it may be. You have some sort of basis in reality. Life is not only in books and it's way to short to miss out on because you want to watch your favorite episode of your favorite TV show again(I'm guilty). That tragic lonely writer shit is old. Immerse yourself in the real world and I guarantee you will find the greatest stories of all.

That is all

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Maybe, I Just Need To Listen

I listen to This American Life pretty regularly. I have the podcast handy for the days at work when I just want to escape the mundane. Such was the case this afternoon. I was listening to an older episode titled, "Saves The Day" about people who do something that well... envokes the title. I'm always completely drawn into the program, listening to each story with rapt attention, sometimes so much so that I react to it, forgetting that I'm at work. Today, as I'm listening I couldn't help but think about how I want to give non-fiction another go.

I think to myself, I can do this.

The thing is, non-fiction and I have had, like, a really bad history. Non-fiction has been that really lame boyfriend that never listens or does what I want, for once. It's always been rocky and every time I've decided to give it a second or third or fourth chance, I just get really pissed off... 3-year-old style.

Non-fiction is for bitches, anyway! I'll proclaim even though I'm not sure what, exactly, that's supposed to mean. I'll throw my pen to the ground and my notebook, too. Then I'll tell everyone who will listen, which is usually either my boyfriend or the cat, that I'm a fiction writer. Non-fiction just isn't my thing. This is me totally justifying the fact that something was hard and I gave up.

As I listen, I obviously literally hear their voice but I also hear their voice in the phrasing they chose, how they express a conversation, etc. It's more conversational and yes, it's mostly because they are speaking to someone else but essentially, that's the idea. Written or verbal, I think non-fiction tries to convey a more concise message within the story. I feel that what the author is trying to say is pretty clear cut. No speculation like with fiction. I mean, I certainly could be wrong on this. I haven't read every piece of non-fiction that ever existed but from what I have read and more often, heard, this seems to be the case.

The biggest problem I seem to face is that I doubt myself in non-fiction. I think that there's something amiss when I write because I'm forced to be me. With fiction, I am these other characters. I can make them do whatever I want but when the story is directly about me in some way... I feel restricted and the writing suffers. I want to get over this hurdle so badly and when I'm listening to this podcast, it seems to click with me. Like, YES that's it, do you get it now? And I DO get it. It's just a matter of giving non-fiction another shot, of really trying and understanding that it's going to take a little more work than usual.

So, as the lights fade and REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling" begins to play. I'm holding my hand out to you, Non-Fiction and asking if maybe, we can give us just one more chance...

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Invisible Bridge

So I just finished The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer and to say it blew my mind is a total understatement; it’s pretty much solving every problem I’m having with my own goddamn book. At least, I think it is—what I did was turn over the bottom corner of the pages I want to come back to and figure out how the hell she crafted that thing she just crafted, and then I read forward ‘cause I was so in to the story that I didn’t want to stop. Later, I’ll go back (although I’m sort of worried about that, ‘cause the bottom corners of like half the pages are turned over, and this is a six hundred page book, so to really study it will take a feat much greater than reading it, although reading it was pretty hard, too, not because it’s long but because the shit that happened to these characters made me want to kick down the wall). I bought the book last Saturday and finished it in a week. I read at night, on the train in the mornings, during Caleb’s naptime. I invented a stomachache so I could hide out and read it.

Like I said, I was too busy reading to really analyze how the stuff got on the page—that’ll come later—but just off the surface:

How she’s handling place and character description while simultaneously moving the story forward, which is my biggest pain in the ass in my own stuff. Here’s how she’s doing it: giving you quick sights of place from lots of different characters' vantage points, so you see Paris in different ways, through the eyes of how different people who would notice different things. Like, the architecture student sees the buildings and height and design, the immigrant sees the newness and amazing-ness and culture, the exile sees everything as ugly 'cause she doesn't want to be there, blah blah. And then—this is so badass—as those same characters grow and change and learn, the way they see the place does as well. The architecture student still see buildings, but now can describe place using the names of designers and techniques. The immigrant has adapted to Paris, so what he sees is now normal. The exile has a chance to go home, so now she sees Paris as though for the last time.

It’s just totally badass.

I’m also drinking in how she’s handling the use of actual dates and situations: how to get that stuff in without feeling like a history lesson. It’s an easy enough idea: you give it through the characters, so it’s how they react and/or are involved in such situations. I need to look a lot closer at how she’s doing this, ‘cause there are a lot of different ways (character reading the newspaper, character being told about it in dialogue… simple things… but also some really big, world-rocking stuff. Like, during World War II, countries revoked VISAS of Jewish students, expats, workers, etc. So, for the first half of the book we’re with Andras in Paris as he studies, but halfway through the war has escalated enough that his VISA is revoked, so now the second half of the book is in Budapest. What are the bigger picture things that would utterly change the direction of a character’s life? I looked at a timeline of world events, and found a lot of things happening that would change everyone’s directions: the stock market crash. The Exxon Valdeez spill. Velvet Revoltion. Clinton’s definition of “sexual relations.” Blah blah).

Here’s the thing about reading: sometimes, I’m reading a book and it gives me ideas and I go back to my writing armed with these ideas. But, on the flip end, I’ll be writing and will hit some kind of roadblock, and then I need to actively pursue that roadblock in my reading.

For example: I’m writing about a woman who’s really beautiful, but doesn’t know she’s beautiful? How to get that on the page? I went, first, to chapter one in The Princess Bride (f’ing genius. And hilarious), and then the Remedios the Beauty stuff in One Hundred Years of Solitude, which, like totally blew my mind because she’s the most beautiful woman in a hundred years and not once does Marquez actually describe her. He describes everyone else’s reaction to her.

I’m also having a bitch of a time with third person, multiple vantage point, in part because I’ve spent so many years working solely on 2nd Story personal narrative material, but also because I wasn’t sure how often I could switch the primary vantage point. One character, two, twenty? And does it always have to be the primary character experiencing it? Which, for the record, are questions I already know the answers to, because I’ve studied this shit for like a thousand years, but I still need to figure out how it applies to this particular project. I was thumbing through White Teeth while Caleb played on the slides, and the second vantage point we get (dude who runs the butcher shop) is a least likely character type guy who never shows up again. First chapter alone there are like twenty of ‘em. Lesson: do whatever. Sigh.

Now what will I read? Got to have something new, as well as going back to the old. I’ve had Lorrie Moore’s new one, Gate at the Stairs, on my shelf for six months. Also, Dave Egger’s Zeitoun. But those are both in FIRST PERSON. I need third, third, third, multiple vantage point third!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Experiments in Editing

I've definitely seen an evolution in my editing and by evolution, I mean my editing no longer consists of a simple comma addition here or a word change there. Nowadays, a piece can have at least five editing sessions before it's on its way to the next phase, the submission process.

I'm forever fascinated with how other authors edit. The quirkier the better. I like sampling other people's techniques in the hopes of being able to add it to my own Authorly Arsenal.

Recently, I stumbled upon something almost by accident. When I edit, I do so with a hard copy and a set of colorful pens. Round one of editing consists of taking one of said colorful pens and going through to take out any redundancies. After each pen and paper editing round, I'll make the corrections on the computer copy.

So, it was during one of my computer corrections that I happened to glance down and see my word count dwindling. It stopped at 3,967. I thought to myself, "I wonder if I can get that down to an even 3K?"

The challenge began! I took the hard copy of the manuscript and really forced myself to look over it (keep in mind, this was already my fourth or fifth time scouring the piece). I would go line by line word by word and ask myself if it REALLY had to be there, if it lent anything to the story. 967 words is nothing to scoff at and when you've already done some significant editing, it's no walk in the park.

Although the goal was 3,000 words, I didn't quite make it. The final word count was something like, 3,039. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. As much as I tried, I couldn't get rid of those last 39 words. In not being able to do that, I realized that I had made the piece as concise as I could. I could say with confidence that every word was necessary for the story I was trying to tell.