Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Slow Down



Physical peril or uncertainty is perfect material for the big stretch.
~James Scott Bell, from Plot & Structure


During the three months I spent on Lost Hearts, I had a few people in the office who knew I was writing a book. One of them, an appraiser who shares a mutual interest in crime stories, asked almost daily about my progress. One morning, he shared with me a review of a murder mystery he had just finished. As it turned out, the author disappointed him. The reason? At the end of the novel, the cop discovered the villain’s identity, arrested him, and that was it. And why was that a letdown? “You expect somebody to die at the end.”

Listening to his criticism that morning, I walked away and thought about my own story. Would it have the big payoff or be a disappointment? Even now, I wonder if I did enough, or if I will need to tweak the ending a little more. After people spend three hundred pages reading a crime novel, the worst thing a writer can do is disappoint.

Okay. Somebody has to die at the end, or at least come out it more than a little scarred. But to set up the physical peril, the reader has to believe the danger is a real possibility. So, how do you accomplish that? Show it in advance.

As I’ve mentioned before, one of my favorite Elmore Leonard books is Out of Sight. In that book, there is a fantastic scene where the reader watches Maurice, a thug, commit a crime while taking a two-bit con, Glenn Michaels, along for the ride. In this scene, Maurice demonstrates his cold hearted attitude toward life. He can kill another man, as well as that man’s woman, and not think twice about it. By the end of the chapter, Glenn now understands he’s in too deep. What’s more, Maurice’s sister knows it as well.



[Maurice] turned to Glenn. “You gonna stay with me now, I can keep an eye on you.”

Glenn frowned, squinting at him. “The f*** you talking about?”

“So you don’t disappear on me.”

Glenn kept squinting, trying hard to show surprise. “Why would I do that?”

“Like he has the gift,” Moselle said to Glenn, “can read your mind. I wasn’t even there and I know what you’re thinking. Was worse than you imagined, wasn’t it? Baby, you with the bad boys now.”


While an interesting diversion from the main plot, the primary purpose of that scene was to set up the ending, a showdown between Maurice and one of the lead characters, Jack Foley. If the reader already knows what Maurice and his men are capable of, then the expectation is already set and the physical peril is now a reality. To put it another way, it’s not enough for a reader to see a gun; he also needs to see that a character knows how to use it, too.

Now that the physical peril is set, how does a writer deliver it with a gut punch?



The way to do it is simple—slow down. Go through the scene beat by beat in your imagination, as if you’re watching a movie scene in slow motion.
~James Scott Bell, from Plot & Structure


James Scott Bell couldn’t have painted it better. Thinking over the advice reminds me of one of my favorite thrillers: “Alien” with Sigourney Weaver. If you’ve ever watched it, you’ll probably remember how that last scene gripped you. Faced with physical peril, floating through space in a pod with the creature, Ripley had to find a way to finally defeat the seemingly undefeatable. And weren’t those last few minutes the most painful to watch? The camera panning from Ripley to the creature and then back. The look of terror on her face, hearing the quick breaths, as Ripley tried to slip into the space suit. In that moment, your heart most likely pounded your chest. You probably pulled your legs up. You might have even stopped breathing—wondering if Ripley would find a way to save her life and worried that she might not make it in time.

And do you remember how you felt about the movie afterwards? If you were like me, you felt an odd mix of relief that it was finally finished and a strange desire to watch it all again. The beautiful thing about the final scene, though, is that it was designed. The writers and producers intended for you to feel the fear. And how did they maximize that effect? By slowing it all down.

The same is true for writers. In the novel Intensity, Dean Koontz takes the reader through a terrifying scene as Chyna (pronounced like the country, only spelled differently) hides under a bed. A killer is in the house, and he’s moving around room by room. From her view, she can see his boots and the plop-plop-plop of blood on the carpet. (She tried not to think about the sharp instrument from which it might have fallen.) She feels the carpet pressed against her cheek, and in that moment she remembers doing the same thing as a kid, hiding under the bed to escape the fury of her mother’s boyfriend. She remembers the giant bug the crawled over her, burrowed into her long hair, and now her skin crawls with a newly imagined critter. Ten pages later, Koontz wraps up the scene, but not before he writes in a terrifying mixture of sights, sounds, emotions and everything else he can think of. For anyone who wants to read how a master doles out the suspense, I recommend adding Intensity to your library.

To summarize what Koontz did, I give you one more piece of information from Plot & Structure by James Scott Bell:



Then as you write the scene, alternate between action, thoughts, dialogue, and description. Take your time with each one. Milk them.


That's good advice.



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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Huh?

NOTE TO SELF: Don't post to a blog when you’re suffering from sleep deprivation!

You ever have those moments when you feel like that dream about walking around naked somehow came true and now everyone can see your Spider Man Underoos? Or maybe it’s that moment when you turn on the faucet in the public bathroom, not realizing the water pressure could knock out a three-alarm fire and now the front of your pants looks like you didn’t make it in time. Or how about the time you just finished a half-hour meeting with your kid’s teacher, only to look in the rear view mirror and see you’ve had this blanket-size piece of lettuce stuck in your teeth the whole time?

Makes you want to crawl under a rock, doesn’t it? Or maybe you wish that God in His mercy would send a lightning bolt and fry you like a pork rind?

Two days ago, on a surge of emotional energy I pushed and pushed to get my novel done. So excited, posted a link on facebook that I had written “After 3 months, and slightly more than 104K words: ‘The End.’”

Satisfied with that, I then went and drafted up a blog entry to make the same announcement, only to type “four-hundred-thousand” instead of “a hundred and four thousand”.

After that, about one o’clock in the morning, I turned out the lights and dozed off, still juiced with excitement over my achievement and totally unaware of the HUGE problem with my posting.

Until today.

What can I say? Some days, it just doesn’t pay to wake up.

So, for all my fellow writers who stopped by and thought, “Wow, what a major job he did!” well, it wasn’t really as great as you believed.

So, there'll be no more posting after nine.

Lesson learned.

Who knows? Maybe I should go check my novel now and make sure the right people died in the end.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Finally!

I can only image that what I feel right now has to be similar to what a runner might feel after completing that first marathon. Though exhausted, I am riding a euphoric high that I want to last, even as I wake up in the morning. I want to run around the house and do a dance. I want to belt out a line or two of Queen’s “We Are The Champions”, only I know it would wake up the kids. I want to call up my brother, who lives five states away and one time zone ahead, and say, “Yeah baby, I did it, I did it, I did it.” My guess is, though, at this time of night he would probably say I had the wrong number and don’t call again.

Tonight, after nearly three months, and slightly more than a hundred and four thousand words written, I placed the final period on Lost Hearts, my NaNoWriMo projected for 2009. It’s been a long haul, and I’ve learned much. A few things, I plan on sharing over the next week or two. For now, though, I want to cherish the moment, even if I have to do it quietly around the house. I want to reward myself with a big bowl of ice cream, heaped over with chocolate. Maybe I’ll watch a late night program and laugh, knowing that I don’t have to wake up as early tomorrow.

And speaking of tomorrow: I finally get to read. During the last three months, I read a couple of books while writing the novel, and they provided some insights and inspiration along the way. However, those last three months will be nothing compared to the next two, as I plan to read with abandon—and not just a couple of books in three months, but at least one book each week.

Even though the novel's first draft is done, the writing isn't. Over the next few months, I will work on revising a short story or two, and write a new story that's been screaming for my attention over the last few weeks. Then, there's a piece of horror flash that I promised to expand, maybe even make into a novella by this summer. And finally, I will resume regular postings to the blog. It’s been waiting patiently for my attention over the last month, as I pressed harder and harder to get this project finished. Now, though, we get to spend some quality time with each other again.

Until next time…

“We are the champions … We are the champions…”