Writing tip Wednesday: “Introductions”

Write Better: 3 Ways To Introduce Your Main Character

by Les Edgerton

Source: http://www.writersdigest.com/online-editor/write-better-3-ways-to-introduce-your-main-character?et_mid=711152&rid=239626420

1. Keep physical description minimal.

A character’s physical description—unless markedly different than the norm—does relatively little to draw the reader in. The character’s actions, or details such as his occupations and interests, are much more useful. The readers will furnish a perfectly good description on their own if you simply let them know that the Uncle Charley of your story is a butterfly collector, or the elderly toll-gate keeper on the Suwannee River. Doing so will accomplish more than 10 pages of describing hair and eye color, height, weight and all of that kind of mundane detail.

My own writing contains very little description of any of my characters—it’s virtually nonexistent—yet for years I’ve asked readers if they can describe a character I pick at random from my stories, and invariably they come up with a detailed description, no matter which character I choose. When I tell them I haven’t ever described the character mentioned, they’re surprised, and some swear that I did, even going so far as to drag out the story and skim for where I’ve included the description. They never find it.

2. Characterize through action.

Bestselling British writer Nick Hornby starts his novel How to Be Good by taking us through his protagonist’s inciting incident, revealed in an action that is contrary to her normal behavior and personality.

I am in a car park in Leeds when I tell my husband I don’t want to be married to him anymore. David isn’t even in the car park with me. He’s at home, looking after the kids, and I have only called him to remind him that he should write a note for Molly’s class teacher. The other bit just sort of … slips out. This is a mistake, obviously. Even though I am, apparently, and to my immense surprise, the kind of person who tells her husband that she doesn’t want to be married to him anymore, I really didn’t think I was the kind of person to say so in a car park, on a mobile phone. That particular self-assessment will now have to be revised, clearly. I can describe myself as the kind of person who doesn’t forget names, for example, because I have remembered names thousands of times and forgotten them only once or twice. But for the majority of people, marriage-ending conversations happen only once, if at all. If you choose to conduct yours on a mobile phone, in a Leeds car park, then you cannot really claim that it is unrepresentative, in the same way that Lee Harvey Oswald couldn’t really claim that shooting presidents wasn’t like him at all. Sometimes we have to be judged by our one-offs.

Wow! Don’t you wish you’d written that? I sure do!

3. Instill Individuality and Depth.

A very different example of establishing the protagonist’s character from the start is found in crime novelist Michael Connelly’s Lost Light:

There is no end of things in the heart.

Someone once told me that. She said it came from a poem she believed in. She understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, really brought it inside those red velvet folds, then it would always be there for you. No matter what happened, it would be there waiting. She said this could mean a person, a place, a dream. A mission. Anything sacred. She told me that it is all connected in those secret folds. Always. It is all part of the same and will always be there, carrying the same beat as your heart.

I am fifty-two years old and I believe it. At night when I try to sleep but can’t, that is when I know it. It is when all the pathways seem to connect and I see the people I have loved and hated and helped and hurt. I see the hands that reach for me. I hear the beat and see and understand what I must do. I know my mission and I know there is no turning away or turning back. And it is in those moments that I know there is no end of things in the heart.

What makes this opening different? Well, it’s by a brand-name author with a sizable audience already in place. Michael Connelly’s books have made the bestseller lists at least 19 more times than I’ve hit a grand-slam walk-off home run at Yankee Stadium as a member of the Bronx Bombers. This means he can write just about any opening he wants and it’s going to get published. It also means that in the hands of a writer without a ready-made audience such as Connelly enjoys, opening with the protagonist’s bit of philosophy might not work, if not done well. It could easily come across as sentimental or self-indulgent.

More details at: http://www.writersdigest.com/online-editor/write-better-3-ways-to-introduce-your-main-character?et_mid=711152&rid=239626420

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cARtOONSDAY: “cHRISTMAS wISH”

Willard at a crossroads.

Willard at a crossroads.

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Monday morning writing joke: ” Santa to a writer”

This Christmas season.

Santa Claus to a writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”

Writer: “A bestseller.”

Christmas morning the writer wakes up to find the latest New York Times bestseller wrapped and under his tree.

Next Christmas season.

Santa Claus to the same writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”

Writer: “My own bestseller.”

Christmas morning the writer wakes up to find the latest New York Times bestseller autographed to him by the author wrapped and under his tree.

The Christmas season after that.

Santa Claus to the same writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”

Writer: “A bestseller that I wrote.”

Santa looks at the writer for a minute then says: “You’ve come to the wrong place. I bring presents not miracles.”

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The Millions: A Year in Reading: Tom Nissley

The Millions : A Year in Reading: Tom Nissley.

I did something in 2014 that would throw a wrench into anyone’s reading: I bought a bookstore. Selling books, as I wasn’t surprised to find, doesn’t leave much time for reading them. Also, it meant I became — not for the first time, but never so publicly, on such a daily basis — a professional reader, as many of us are lucky to end up being in one way or another, as teachers or editors or researchers or some other line of work that corrals your attention from the luxury of polymorphous curiosity into something more traditionally productive, in my case trying to keep up with some of the new releases I might be able to share with my customers.

So, early in the year, my reading shifted back from personal to pro, but there were good books on both sides of the divide. And aside from a few favorites (see below), what I find myself remembering as vivid reading experiences are not consistently excellent books like Marilynne Robinson’s Lila, Ben Lerner’s 10:04, David Markson’s Reader’s Block, Vera Brittain’s Testament of Youth, Lawrence Wright’s Thirteen Days in September, Tove Jansson’s The Summer Book, Jeff VanderMeer’s Annihilation, Edward Hirsch’s Gabriel, Brendan Koerner’s The Skies Belong to Us, and William Gibson’s The Peripheral — all very good books I’d happily put in your hands if you walked into my store — but the more jagged-edged books I might hand you with a caveat.

I remember, with delight, the first half of Anthony Trollope’s The Eustace Diamonds — “Finally reading Trollope,” I told everyone, or, rather, tweeted. “What took me so long to sample this deliciousness?” — before his stamina started to outlast mine. I was delighted too with the first half of Joseph O’Neill’s The Dog and the voice he captured, as companionable as Netherland’s but more chilling (like P.G. Wodehouse telling a J.G. Ballard story), even if for me that voice never grew into a full book. I admired and enjoyed Farther and Wilder, Blake Bailey’s biography of Charles Jackson, but I wondered if his subject was worth his talents until the final third — usually the least interesting in any biography — when Jackson’s accumulated troubles, and his belated reckoning with them, made his life profoundly moving. And though Joel Selvin’s Here Comes the Night had for me a hole at its center == the interior life of its ostensible subject, unsung record man Bert Berns, remained a cipher — I loved Selvin’s hepcat riffs on Berns and his fellow “centurions of pop.”

The rest of the article at: http://www.themillions.com/2014/12/a-year-in-reading-tom-nissley.html

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Hyphen Hate? When Amazon went to war against punctuation.

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10520828_935072746511716_41317665270618143_nThis is a really strange blog post to have to write, simply because the situation is absurd. It would be comedic, really, if the situation was not costing me money and resulted in one of my best-selling books being unavailable in the run up to the busiest time of the year.

Let me tell you a little story.

I was sitting in front of my computer on Friday night, as is often the case, talking to friends on Facebook, randomly browsing things that seemed interesting and, in this particular case, attending the launch party for Chantal Noordeloos’s latest Coyote book, when I had an email notification arrive in my inbox from Kindle Direct Publishing.

The email was titled rather ominously as
Kindle Quality Notice: High Moor 2: Moonstruck – B00BVC7MKW

Now – Moonstruck has been out for around 18 months now. It’s done well for itself and, at the time…

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Photo finish Friday: “Night lights”

Riding a bike at night, with over a thousand friends.

Riding a bike at night, with over a thousand friends.

Some of the other night riders.

Some of the other night riders.

A family adding a little color to the night.

A family adding a little color to the night.

Knoxville’s eighth annual Tour de Lights drew around one thousand people for a December 19th, Friday night ride that started in Market Square and circled north through neighborhoods such as Old North Knoxville, before ending back near where it began. Many of the bikes and even the bicyclists where festooned in lights and other decorations, including costumes. to Market Square with lighted bikes and riders clad in all manner of holiday outfits.

Kelley Segars, transportation planner with the Knoxville Regional Transportation Planning Organization, said the first year the event was held, a little more than 100 people turned out.

“This year I’m guessing we probably broke 1,000 people, so we’ve definitely grown a lot and the weather was perfect this year,” she said.

The ride has become a part of the Christmas in the City events. The approximately hour-long ride started in Market Square before riders made their way to Gay Street, then to Fourth Avenue and Gill Street through Old North Knoxville and back to Market Square.

A bicycle was given away as a prize before the ride, and another was given away after the ride.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Hero”

There are no heroes — /

then I see you with Lauren /

and I know better.

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cARtOONSDAY: “bEWARE OF THE eLF”

It's the little things at Christmas that often get to you the most.

It’s the little things at Christmas that often get to you the most.

All that sweetness and light
can give you such a fright.
Sneaking over to your bed
to stab you before daylight.

So when you go to bed
don’t turn your little head.
For that elf on the shelf
will make sure you wake up dead.

Then a zombie you will be
lumbering ’round the Christmas tree
searching for some brains
or other presents not meant for thee.

O’ beware that elf on the shelf!
He’s just all about himself.
He’s sweetly, creepy insane
and out to ruin your health.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Food for thought, too”

Q.: What does a clock do when it’s hungry?

A.: It goes back four seconds.

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Class trip to the Coca-Cola factory. I hope there’s no pop quiz.

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I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop anytime.

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Q.: How does Moses make his tea?

A.: Hebrews it.

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New words to live by: “Indiplation or Contemgestion”?

It is the first or second weekend of the month and time again for a new word to live by. This is a word or phrase not currently in use in the U.S. English lexicon, but might need to be considered. Other words, such as obsurd, crumpify, subsus, flib, congressed, and others, can be found by clicking on the tags below. Today’s New Word is a compounding of two words in two possible way: Indigestion and Contemplation. Without further chattering, Indiplation or Contemgestion is the new word / phrase for this month:

Indigestion, n. Difficulty in or inability to digest food. Also known as dyspepsia.

Contemplation, n. deep or full reflection or consideration.

How about Indiplation or Contemgestion?

Indiplation, n. In the midst of pain from indigestion, trying to remember where you put the medicine. Example: Heart burn, again? Where did I leave those chalky round pills? You know, the ones with the sigh-something in them? Oh, where did I leave them? Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Contemgestion, n. Thinking or contemplating your way through difficulty in digesting either an idea or food. Example: This fire of impurity raging in my alimentary canal can only be quenched with the round lozenge of hope. You know. The one that I must chew in a symbolic, transubstantiated breaking of the body of deep regret, as I regret now that re-fried turkey enchilada for dinner this evening. It is a feeling most foul in my intestinal world. A placebo effect administered by the mind.

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