Making stories better for readers by making them worse for your characters

In case you’re waiting for an update, I got my material off to the agent without a problem (that I’m aware of) last night. She replied, apologetically, that it might take a couple days for her to get back to me. I have to assume that’s some kind of joke. To hear back from an agent within the same month qualifies as warp speed by industry standards. Stephen King gets that kind of service from his agent. Maybe.

Tonight’s subject will be another lesson in storytelling from The Superannuated Author (I just flashed on a memory of The Old Ranger, who used to introduce “Death Valley Days” on TV when I was a kid. If you only remember Ronald Reagan doing that job, it’s because you’re a young whippersnapper. I liked The Old Ranger. I think I had the idea he was The Lone Ranger’s father).

Here’s a plotting problem that trips up amateurs. You have a character whose personality you’ve established over the course of your story. Suddenly you come to a plot point where you need him to do X. And you realize that your character wouldn’t do X. He doesn’t “want” to do it. It’s not the sort of thing a guy like him would do in real life.

If you’re an amateur, you just make him do what you want. “Who’s in charge, anyway?” You say.

This is bad. Your intelligent reader will say, “Where did that come from?” and not in an admiring way. By forcing your character to do X without proper motivation, you’re reminding the reader that he’s not reading a true account, but a made-up story. You pull him out of the narrative experience. He may finish the book, but he probably won’t buy another.

So how do you deal with this problem?

Well, you can always go back and change your character’s personality to make him someone who’s more likely to do what you need him to do. That’s a possible solution, but not optimal. You probably made this character the way you did for some reason. The surgery you do on his character is likely to leave scars. And doing things that are easy for you isn’t very dramatic.

Another, better way to handle the problem is to make it work for you.

What drives plot? Conflict.

What makes people do things they don’t want to do in real life? Conflict. Stress. Fear. And these things are all useful to the writer.

Take a broad, over-obvious example. Let’s say you’ve created a character called, say, Bruce (following up on my staunch defense of that proud old name yesterday at the American Spectator Online). Bruce, needless to say, is strong, handsome and dauntless. But he has a weakness (if your hero has no weaknesses, give him some. How’s he going to learn anything if he has nothing to learn? And having him learn something is what the story’s all about). He is afraid of… oh, water. Can’t swim. Terrified of drowning. Nearly drowned when he was a kid; ended up with a phobia.

Then your plot calls for him to go to England. And the story’s set in the 19th Century, when the only way to get to England is by ship.

You can’t have Bruce just get on the ship and go. Even if you say something like, “Although he didn’t like to, he bravely boarded the ship.” That’s weak. There’s no drama, and your reader is suspicious of his sudden attack of self-mastery.

No, this is your opportunity to ramp up the tension. Have Bruce think about sailing, try to buy a ticket once or twice, and then lose his nerve. He’s terrified. He can’t handle it. He’s ready to give up.

Now your reader is interested. He knows Bruce needs to go to England; he knows Bruce won’t board a ship. How will this problem be solved?

You solve it by doing what God does in real life. You increase the pressure. Have your lovely, spunky heroine be kidnapped by the villain, who smuggles her on board a ship bound for England.

If you’ve established Bruce’s passion for his lover sufficiently, you can now show him buying his ticket and climbing the gangplank, shivering, sweating, weak at the knees, feeling like he’s going to die. But he overcomes his fear because of his great love.

This is believable, because most of us know the power of love to force people out of their comfort zones. And it’s good for the story, because the reader has experienced Bruce’s fear. The reader pities him, and at the same time admires him for doing what he’s scared to do.

This works with external fears and internal fears. It works for main characters and secondary characters.

But you should listen to your characters too. Sometimes they have suggestions of their own, which turn out to be better than your original plan.

There are two characters called Eystein and Deirdre in The Year of the Warrior. He’s a Viking warrior, she’s a widowed Irish slave. My original plan for them was to have them fall in love, but then to have her father, a rich Irishman, come to find her in Norway and take her home. This is the sort of ending I generally give the romantic elements in my books. Can’t imagine why…

But as I thought the story out, I realized that, given their situations, it just made more sense for Deirdre to send her father home alone and stay with Eystein. So I wrote it that way. I think the story is better for it, if only through avoiding predictability. I don’t want the reader to think he can figure out how I’ll resolve every issue.

There wouldn’t be any drama in that.

Bookshelves and Stacks

Kimbooktu points out some unique stacks and shelves of books. Oh my soul, I’ve often thought to cover all of my books in colored paper—ooo, maybe in gradients of the same hue. I’m sure the kids would like it.

BibleRhymes for Kids

I corresponded with Ken McCardell of BibleRhymes this week about his company which producing illustrated Bible stories in verse. Here’s what he says about his experience in publishing.

Hardcover versions of BibleRhymes’ Creation are in stock and ready for shipment with releases scheduled in October for BibleRhymes’ Noah and the Ark and BibleRhymes’ Christmas Story. 15-20 books are anticipated for the BibleRhymes series.

Though much research was done in regards to publishers, both Christian and secular, to maintain our vision and quality standards it was appropriate to establish BibleRhymes Publishing. Continue reading BibleRhymes for Kids

Literary Contests

I’ve gotten word of two literary contests currently running. First, novelist Warren Adler is taking submission for his second annual short story contest in an effort to exalt the short story “and restore its place as a prime literary format.” Read about it here. There’s a $15 fee for English stories of 2,500 words or less, submitted through January 15, 2008.

Second, Abebooks wants to send you to the Steinbeck Festival in Salinas Valley, California, August 2-5. This year’s festival theme is “A Culture of Discontent – Steinbeck and the 60s.” No, I don’t think it sounds like fun either, but with the right people anything can be just the thing for a few days in August. It could be a great place to air out one of those shirts and carry around a Michelle Malkin book.

Didn’t see that coming

Instead of my usual single long post today, you’ll have to make do with 3 small posts, for reasons I shall explain.

I recall that when I was a kid on the farm, when my dad wanted a cow to move and it wouldn’t move, he’d take hold of its tail and twist hard.

No doubt this will shock some animal lovers, but it accomplished its purpose, and I never saw a cow actually injured.

I thought about that kind of tail-twisting as I twisted my own tail last night, forcing myself to actually get out of passive mode, select one (just one) of the agents whose information I’d downloaded the other night, and send an e-mail query to her.

(This is how it’s done most of the time, for you aspiring authors out there. You find a list of agents, you select a few you think might be interested in you [someone suggested sending out 12 at a time, so I selected 12), and then you follow their individual directions for queries. This is not one-size-fits-all. Each agent has a way he/she likes to be approached. Approach them that way. No sense teaching them to hate you even before they know you.)

So I sent a single query last night, and to my amazement I had a reply this morning. (I’m accustomed to being ignored by agents, even my own.) She wants to see a sample chapter and a synopsis. So that’s how I’ll spend my evening. Fortunately I have the basic material backed up, so it didn’t die with my laptop hard drive a couple months back. Let that be a lesson to you. And to me, for that matter.

I’ll keep you posted.

The limits of environmental concern

Dale forwards this link to an article in the National Catholic Register, about one possibly dangerous chemical that’s affecting fish, about which environmentalists seem to have little concern.

Oh, you beautiful Dahl

It was a quiet weekend in Lake Woebegone (to paraphrase a program I stopped listening to years back). The weather was mild for July hereabouts. On Saturday I made a full frontal assault on my renter’s door latch and finally got it working properly. On my uncle Orvis’ advice, I took my Dremel tool to the hole in the striker plate. After some work I discovered that the hole needed to be extended, not sideways, but up. I wore down a grinder head (they made those old striker plates strong back in 1929. Nowadays they’re thin brass. I think this one must have been cast iron), but I prevailed in the end.

Another crisis met and mastered.

On Sunday I actually went to a museum to look at paintings, something I never do.

It came about in this fashion: My friend Chip called me some time back and said he had tickets to this exhibit of Scandinavian landscape paintings at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts (the link includes a slide show featuring some of the artworks, in case you’re interested).

I took it for granted he’d gotten the tickets from somebody, didn’t want them, and was trying to give them away. Most anything Scandinavian is fascinating to me (except for their furniture and their politics), but I wasn’t keen to drive around looking for parking in that particular “vibrant, diverse” neighborhood. And anyway, I had no one to use the second ticket. So I told him no.

Then he explained, and I comprehended at length, that he actually wanted to go himself, and was planning to go, and just wanted company. So I agreed.

I enjoyed it more than I expected. The sorrow and pity of the thing was that as the exhibition went on (it was more or less chronologically arranged), the paintings got less interesting to me. I loved the earlier, realistic, Romantic pictures with ships at sail and big storms and bent trees. As the fashion grew more impressionistic and abstract, it all became more and more about the artists and their own states of mind (usually depression). Yes, I’m a Philistine, and I’m proud of it.

Still, it was all interesting. I can look at art with a small trace of comprehension, because I used to draw myself. A lot.

When I was a kid, my life plan was to be some kind of artist. Not a fine artist, but either a commercial artist or a cartoonist. I drew obsessively. Whenever I run into an old classmate, I can count on them asking me, “Are you still drawing?”

My subject matter was a “dead” giveaway. I liked guns. I liked swords. I liked fighting and battles. If were a school kid today, they’d ship me off to a psychologist for counseling (which wouldn’t be a bad thing, come to think of it). My chief subject was the Civil War, until I discovered Vikings. Then I drew Viking battles. Two recurring characters in those old Viking pictures eventually became Erling Skjalgsson (as I think of him) and Lemming, both familiar if you’ve read The Year of the Warrior.

And then, toward the end of high school, I started writing. I think the catalyst for the change may have been my learning to type. I’d always been frustrated with my drawing. What ended up on paper was never exactly what I’d been shooting for, and I always felt I was hammering at the brick wall of my talent limitations. When I started making stories, that frustration vanished, or at least was greatly reduced. I felt I had (or would be able to attain) real mastery of this medium.

So I stopped drawing, pretty much unconsciously. It was some time before I even noticed I’d given it up.

But it’s still enjoyable to look at well-done painting.

There were a couple Edvard Munch’s (the Scream guy’s) works in the collection, but give me J. C. Dahl, for my money.