'Moth' asked if there were any other out-takes from My Lord and Spymaster.
I couldn't think of anything from MLAS, but I do have a scene from Spymaster's Lady.
It's a scene I rather like. I regretted pulling it out of the manuscript.
Where it lived ... about three-quarters through Spymaster's Lady, there's a dream sequence with Annique's mother. I put it in that spot, in part, because I wanted to explain Lucille a little bit.
In the end, pacing demanded a very short dream scene, so I abandoned this writing.
With, y'know, regret.
It's a rough draft. And I never got it slimmed down and turned into a dream. So this reads like a realtime event mostly.
***********
She hunched under the blankets, holding onto to them. There was only darkness. That was all there would ever be. Darkness.
"You will get up now and eat. You have eaten nothing."
"It doesn't matter."
"You must begin training. There is work to be done and you lie abed."
"There is nothing I can do. I have become nothing. Go away" ... and leave me to die.
"Nothing. You have decided then, to be nothing." Maman dragged her from the bed, pulled her by the arm, by the hair. "I will not argue."
Maman pushed her across the room, out into the hallway. In her nightshift, she stumbled through darkness that was halls. Then to the stairs, and up and up.
"I do not want to practice walking." She dragged her feet, sullen as a child. "Or eating or fighting. Or anything. Leave me alone."
They walked up stairs, endless flights, up and up. She went along, not bothering to struggle. Limply resisting. It would infuriate Maman.
Then it was cold and hard under her feet. They were outside on the roof. Somewhere. She had not tried to find her way around the chateau. It did not matter. Nothing mattered.
"Here." Maman shoved and poked at her back. Rough stone railing brushed by. "Take another step. Good. This will do." And she let go.
Anneka felt wind on her face. "What is this?" She stretched her hand out and there was nothing. Nothing in any direction. She did not know where she was.
"Maman?" Darkness. She turned and didn't know which way was back. Which way was forward. Everything was empty around her.
"Maman. Where are you?"
Silence. She heard her heart beating and, far below, tiny voices.
"Maman!"
The wind whistling up from below, under the skirts of her nightgown. She stepped back. Back. Her foot stumbled.
She grabbed at air. Screamed. She was falling ...
She threw herself forward, toward the point of balance, and slapped her arms wide. Momentum grabbed her and tried to spin her into the dark.
She was flat on her belly, hugging the stone. She lay her head down, cold with terror. Sobbing air in and out of her lungs. Safe.
How to fall. How to fall safely, exactly where and how you choose. She had learned to fall before she could read. It is the first law of fighting -- how to fall. Her body remembered.
Wind screeched around her, tugging at the cotton on her back. She reached out. She was on a narrow stone walkway, over the air. She could reach from side to side of it, cup it with both hands.
She was weak as wet cloth. "Maman." It was a croak. A pitiful whisper. And everywhere around was only dark. Maman had left her here.
Tears leaked across her face, biting cold paths. "Maman. Help me."
No answer. She was alone.
She breathed in and out for an endless time. Waiting for someone to rescue her.
She would stiffen soon, if she did not move. She would become clumsy. And she was shaking with the cold as well. She must move, or she would fall and die.
Sometimes life is simple.
Now that she listened, it was easy to know where the open air was, and which way must lead back to the roof.
The first letting go, the first shifting of her hands, was the hardest. After that it became possible to creep and creep like a worm over the stones. The parapet that edged the roof was blessedly solid. It was carved with flowers or leaves. She pulled herself up and over, clamped to those flowers and leaves like an inchworm.
It took her an hour, crawling back and forth, to find the door Maman had brought her through. It took that long again to work her way down the stairs, recognize the proper floor by the smell of beeswax and potpourri, and find her way to her bedroom.
Maman was waiting for her there. She could hear breathing, over the spit and crackle of the fire. She could smell perfume. Lavender and bergamot.
She shuffled across the room, bent like an old beggar woman, sweeping the air in front of her with outstretched fingers, heading for the heat of the fire. She hurt in a million tiny cuts and bruises. The stickiness on her hands was blood, where she had scraped herself, falling. She had left a red trail on the walls of this pretty chateau.
"I hate you, Maman."
"I know, cherie." Cloth swished on cloth. Maman came to her. "I know."
Maman took her against warm, scented silk
She had not realized she was crying until she could do it against Maman. Yes, she was snivelling. "I could have died."
"There is always that chance. You must wash now, or the cuts will become infected. Then we will practice fighting. I have thought of techniques a blind woman can use."
"I cannot even walk. It is stupid to try to fight when I cannot even walk. We should practice walking first. Besides, I am starving to death."
"We will eat first. Then we will fight."
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Some MLAS Backstory
Anon said ...
I just started rereading MLAS, and ... I realized as I started though, that I don't know what happened to Jess's mom. Or why where Josiah went and why he didn't come back for her, when she was a kid--if I remember correctly, Jess' mom was still alive when she went to work for Lazarus.
I pulled a good bit of backstory out of My Lord and Spymaster.
It's always a hard choice. Do I go wandering down these side alleys of the distant past, or stick to the straight highway of what's happening right now.
Here's a bit of a scene about Jess' mom, pulled out of an early draft.
***********
Always liked to watch people, Sebastian did. Probably saw a lot.
He said, "What in Blue Blazes did you think you were doing?"
"It was one of those calculated risks."
"It was a calculated madness. Did you really stab him when you were eleven?"
"I tried to. He was expecting it." She frowned and began fingering along a strand of her hair. "I wanted to kill him, Sebastian. He got me locked up in Newgate when my mother was dying of fever. Bad fever, whatever it was. Both the women nursing her died of it in the end. When I got out -- "
"You were in ... For God's sake, you were in Newgate."
"I was safe enough. Nobody touches what belongs to Lazarus. But I about battered myself silly on the walls, wanting to get to my mother. I kept waiting for Lazarus to buy me free. It took me a couple of days to figure out he was the one who peached on me."
"And your mother died."
"When they let me loose, I went after him. Didn't do much more than scratch him. I think I was out of my mind for a while."
"You think you were ... Jess, is there ever a time you're properly sane?"
"I'm cautious, generally. You barging in and asking Lazarus for me -- now that was daft."
*****************
And here's something about Josiah.
***************
Loyal to the bone."
That described Jess pretty well. She certainly picked godawful men to be loyal to. "Where the hell was this father of hers all that time?"
"In Egypt, in Napoleon's army, shooting at Englishmen." Adrian rolled the pencil back and forth on the table. "That is supposed to be a deep dark secret from us."
"In Egypt."
"Whitby got picked up in Boulogne for smuggling and spent six month in Prison, passing himself off as a Frenchman. Ended up swept into the Emperor's army. It took him years to get loose and back to England. Jess and her mother were on their own."
"And Jess sold herself to Lazarus."
"I imagine Lazarus arranged it that she didn't have any choice."
*****************
I just started rereading MLAS, and ... I realized as I started though, that I don't know what happened to Jess's mom. Or why where Josiah went and why he didn't come back for her, when she was a kid--if I remember correctly, Jess' mom was still alive when she went to work for Lazarus.
I pulled a good bit of backstory out of My Lord and Spymaster.
It's always a hard choice. Do I go wandering down these side alleys of the distant past, or stick to the straight highway of what's happening right now.
Here's a bit of a scene about Jess' mom, pulled out of an early draft.
***********
Always liked to watch people, Sebastian did. Probably saw a lot.
He said, "What in Blue Blazes did you think you were doing?"
"It was one of those calculated risks."
"It was a calculated madness. Did you really stab him when you were eleven?"
"I tried to. He was expecting it." She frowned and began fingering along a strand of her hair. "I wanted to kill him, Sebastian. He got me locked up in Newgate when my mother was dying of fever. Bad fever, whatever it was. Both the women nursing her died of it in the end. When I got out -- "
"You were in ... For God's sake, you were in Newgate."
"I was safe enough. Nobody touches what belongs to Lazarus. But I about battered myself silly on the walls, wanting to get to my mother. I kept waiting for Lazarus to buy me free. It took me a couple of days to figure out he was the one who peached on me."
"And your mother died."
"When they let me loose, I went after him. Didn't do much more than scratch him. I think I was out of my mind for a while."
"You think you were ... Jess, is there ever a time you're properly sane?"
"I'm cautious, generally. You barging in and asking Lazarus for me -- now that was daft."
*****************
And here's something about Josiah.
***************
Loyal to the bone."
That described Jess pretty well. She certainly picked godawful men to be loyal to. "Where the hell was this father of hers all that time?"
"In Egypt, in Napoleon's army, shooting at Englishmen." Adrian rolled the pencil back and forth on the table. "That is supposed to be a deep dark secret from us."
"In Egypt."
"Whitby got picked up in Boulogne for smuggling and spent six month in Prison, passing himself off as a Frenchman. Ended up swept into the Emperor's army. It took him years to get loose and back to England. Jess and her mother were on their own."
"And Jess sold herself to Lazarus."
"I imagine Lazarus arranged it that she didn't have any choice."
*****************
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Technical Topic -- Query Letter
La Belle Americaine was asking about query letters. I've pulled out mine and set it here for whatever interest it might be.
Went something like ...
Dear Agent,
[60 or 80 words of why I went to this agent. Basically -- who she represented that I admired.]
I've just completed the manuscript of a 120,000-word, Regency Historical, Anneka. May I submit three chapters and synopsis, or the entire manuscript for your consideration?
[100 words on my publication credits.]
Anneka is the story of Grey, spy master of the British, and Anneka, sneaky, experienced agent of the French. They disagree about politics, philosophy, national pride, and how to brew coffee, but they agree on one thing – Napoleon's invasion fleet, lurking in Boulogne harbor, must not sail.
Sometimes at odds, sometimes forced into an unwilling alliance, Anneka and Grey flee rogue French agents, dodge knives, argue moral choices, pluck bullets out of secondary characters, play subtle spy games, and gradually, inevitably, fall in love. Grey must discover that Anneka's cunning, deadly competence rests upon idealism and rock-solid integrity. Anneka must learn to trust Grey, even as he makes her his prisoner ... even as he betrays her. In the end, they are both willing to sacrifice life, and their life's work, to stay together. Anneka makes the fateful choice between Grey and her loyalty to France.
I see their relationship as Bogey-and-Bacall – the tough, tender, sexually-charged mating dance of a man with a duty and a woman with a mission.
How do enemy spies make love? ... Very carefully.
Please let me know if you would be interested in seeing Anneka.
Yours truly,
Went something like ...
Dear Agent,
[60 or 80 words of why I went to this agent. Basically -- who she represented that I admired.]
I've just completed the manuscript of a 120,000-word, Regency Historical, Anneka. May I submit three chapters and synopsis, or the entire manuscript for your consideration?
[100 words on my publication credits.]
Anneka is the story of Grey, spy master of the British, and Anneka, sneaky, experienced agent of the French. They disagree about politics, philosophy, national pride, and how to brew coffee, but they agree on one thing – Napoleon's invasion fleet, lurking in Boulogne harbor, must not sail.
Sometimes at odds, sometimes forced into an unwilling alliance, Anneka and Grey flee rogue French agents, dodge knives, argue moral choices, pluck bullets out of secondary characters, play subtle spy games, and gradually, inevitably, fall in love. Grey must discover that Anneka's cunning, deadly competence rests upon idealism and rock-solid integrity. Anneka must learn to trust Grey, even as he makes her his prisoner ... even as he betrays her. In the end, they are both willing to sacrifice life, and their life's work, to stay together. Anneka makes the fateful choice between Grey and her loyalty to France.
I see their relationship as Bogey-and-Bacall – the tough, tender, sexually-charged mating dance of a man with a duty and a woman with a mission.
How do enemy spies make love? ... Very carefully.
Please let me know if you would be interested in seeing Anneka.
Yours truly,
Saturday, July 19, 2008
A bit of Yorkshire dialect
Diane B asks ...
How is 'tha' pronounced?
This is talking about Josiah Whitby's voice.
Now Josiah is from Yorkshire. What we have here is second person familiar, (thee or thou,) of course. This is conventionally represented 'tha' in writing Yorkshire dialect.
I'm leaning on that old convention.
I want to suggest the dialect. Folks familiar with Yorkshire speech will fill in the blanks. Folks who don't know it will not be annoyed.
I'm not making any attempt to be phonetic. That is an ocean without any bottom and I don't intend to fall in.
If you wanted to hear it ... the word I've represented as 'tha' appears in this recording.
It's near the beginning. Listen to the bit that goes ...
"Well, me lad, I said ... it'll be a bit before tha' does that again, maybe."
Though the speaker uses the familiar 'tha' in that spot, he uses 'ye' or "you' elsewhere. '
Tha' was only for intimates.
You can also hear the familiar usage in this long and completely incomprehensible joke. It seems to occur in a couple places. One is about three-quarters of the way though. There, it's pronounced, rather clearly, 'thou'.
How is 'tha' pronounced?
This is talking about Josiah Whitby's voice.
Now Josiah is from Yorkshire. What we have here is second person familiar, (thee or thou,) of course. This is conventionally represented 'tha' in writing Yorkshire dialect.
I'm leaning on that old convention.
I want to suggest the dialect. Folks familiar with Yorkshire speech will fill in the blanks. Folks who don't know it will not be annoyed.
I'm not making any attempt to be phonetic. That is an ocean without any bottom and I don't intend to fall in.
If you wanted to hear it ... the word I've represented as 'tha' appears in this recording.
It's near the beginning. Listen to the bit that goes ...
"Well, me lad, I said ... it'll be a bit before tha' does that again, maybe."
Though the speaker uses the familiar 'tha' in that spot, he uses 'ye' or "you' elsewhere. '
Tha' was only for intimates.
You can also hear the familiar usage in this long and completely incomprehensible joke. It seems to occur in a couple places. One is about three-quarters of the way though. There, it's pronounced, rather clearly, 'thou'.
Monday, July 14, 2008
MLAS cover
Moth said ...
Definitely off topic here but I was looking at my copy of MLAS and I was wondering why the cover model has brown hair. Was this one of those things where it was out of your hands? Or too late to fix by the time you were aware of the problem? It's just such a silly mistake I'm mad on your behalf that the publishers did it.
I don't have anything to say about the covers. Not before, not during, not after.
That is marketing. Market is an art to me unknown.
Maybe they think a brown-haired cover is more appealing?
It actually isn't the cover artist's fault either. She doesn't have the manuscript to work with, only directions from marketing.
Definitely off topic here but I was looking at my copy of MLAS and I was wondering why the cover model has brown hair. Was this one of those things where it was out of your hands? Or too late to fix by the time you were aware of the problem? It's just such a silly mistake I'm mad on your behalf that the publishers did it.
I don't have anything to say about the covers. Not before, not during, not after.
That is marketing. Market is an art to me unknown.
Maybe they think a brown-haired cover is more appealing?
It actually isn't the cover artist's fault either. She doesn't have the manuscript to work with, only directions from marketing.
Adrian and Jess met ...
Emlyn said ...
And this may be off-topic, but could you clarify a little more (without spoilers, of course) when and how Adrian & Jess were acquainted? He's in Russia with her & her dad acting as their butler, Hurst (love this! adrian as butler! lol!) after he rescues her from Lazarus, right? Does she know him before this? How did he come to be involved in her rescue?
And this may be off-topic, but could you clarify a little more (without spoilers, of course) when and how Adrian & Jess were acquainted? He's in Russia with her & her dad acting as their butler, Hurst (love this! adrian as butler! lol!) after he rescues her from Lazarus, right? Does she know him before this? How did he come to be involved in her rescue?
Leesee ... In Spymaster's Lady, Adrian gets picked up by Josiah's smuggler boat and rescued.
He returns the favor by intervening in Josiah's struggle with Lazarus over who's going to get to keep Jess.
Adrian and Doyle spirit Jess away. She's had a bad fall and she's still drugged into unconsciousness. She doesn't wake up till she's on the ship and away from England. She never saw Adrian.
All that's in the two books, someplace or other.
What's not in the books ....
Adrian is assigned as Head of Section for Russia, based in St. Petersburg. Josiah also sets up one of his offices there. He and Adrian re-establish contact and Josiah lets Adrian use his house as British Service Headquarters.
That's when Adrian and Jess finally 'meet'.
Adrian, Grey, Jessamyn . . . look like . . .
Emlyn says ...
And because you mentioned that Annique resembled a young Natasha Kinski, could you put a face on Adrian as well? And Jess as well?
I got Jess tacked down someplace or other as Robin Wright, in The Princess Bride. Further back in the posts a bit there's links to pictures for both Jess and Annique.
Adrian ...
Two artists' rendering.
painted about five years
apart.
This is Sebastian.
Here, .
[Edited to add -- I've pulled out the copyright photo and put in a link to it. Now we are all legal again. ]
And Grey.
.
And because you mentioned that Annique resembled a young Natasha Kinski, could you put a face on Adrian as well? And Jess as well?
I got Jess tacked down someplace or other as Robin Wright, in The Princess Bride. Further back in the posts a bit there's links to pictures for both Jess and Annique.
Adrian ...
Two artists' rendering.
painted about five years
apart.
This is Sebastian.
Here, .
[Edited to add -- I've pulled out the copyright photo and put in a link to it. Now we are all legal again. ]
And Grey.
.
creative commons Bollywood Sargam
You are a witch, btw. These characters are ALIVE to me.
.
(jo blinks.)
You mean they aren't alive?
.
.
WAAAAHHH!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wordie -- speaking of words
Click on the thumb to see it close up. This is a 'word cloud' of the blog. Interesting, no?
The cloud seems to say ... Leesee ... tell one story, action, plot, scene ... really.
Which is what I'm saying.
Oh ...
Here's one for My Lord and Spymaster
Click on the thumb.
And here's one for Spymaster's Lady.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
My Lord and Spymaster various stuff
I was getting confused answering posts about My Lord and Spymaster that were appended to the 'Dates' post.
So I decided to bring the last one up here and just add it as a new message.
Lady Leigh writes:
First off- I LOVED My Lord and Spymaster. The one scene I keep coming back to is when Jess is lying in the grass. The whole bit about clover and horehair and Sebastian making love to her eyebrows... I've tried to pick apart what is so powerful about it, all the layers and language, what it makes me feel and how. Did it take you a while to write that scene? Did it just come out as magic?
How long does it take you to plot and write a book? When will Maggie's story be done?
Thanks for all your posts on writing instruction etc. I appreciate it! The method to the madness.
Is there an interview with you anywhere? I missed your month at Julia Quinn and Eloisa James' BB.
Have you ever thought about hosting an online workshop?
OK- enough with the questions ;-)
So I decided to bring the last one up here and just add it as a new message.
Lady Leigh writes:
First off- I LOVED My Lord and Spymaster. The one scene I keep coming back to is when Jess is lying in the grass. The whole bit about clover and horehair and Sebastian making love to her eyebrows... I've tried to pick apart what is so powerful about it, all the layers and language, what it makes me feel and how. Did it take you a while to write that scene? Did it just come out as magic?
How long does it take you to plot and write a book? When will Maggie's story be done?
Thanks for all your posts on writing instruction etc. I appreciate it! The method to the madness.
Is there an interview with you anywhere? I missed your month at Julia Quinn and Eloisa James' BB.
Have you ever thought about hosting an online workshop?
OK- enough with the questions ;-)
Leesee --
-- I am so delighted you enjoyed My Lord and Spymaster. I'm still all worried about that one, so I'm glad when anyone says nice things about it.
-- The one scene I keep coming back to is when Jess is lying in the grass
The scene you like -- Jess and Sebastian in the garden. I have no idea why that one worked. I really have no idea.
I'm very fond of it though. It more or less wrote itself just as it stands, all in one piece, and it's one of the first scenes I wrote for MLAS.
In the end, I was going to leave it out, actually. I came about theeeeese close, (jo holds up maybe three centimeters,) to chucking it. Because it is not in the direct line of action. That is, I could have removed the scene and it would make no difference to the forward progress of the story.
Also, I just knew a lot of readers were going to find it slow going.
But I really liked it. So that edged me one hair to the right and I kept the scene.
-- How long does it take you to plot and write a book?
It takes at least a year to plot and write a story. Maybe longer.
When I was writing TSL and MLAS I was redoing all the walls and floors and installing electrical wire and bookcases, (and endless so on,) in a new house. I think I would have got the manuscripts written faster if I hadn't been doing all that other stuff.
I never did finish doing the bathrooms. I really should get on with that.
No time. No time.
(jo, feeling harried)
-- When will Maggie's story be done?
Maggie's story will be late 2009.
I think.
-- online workshops ...?
I did some online writing workshops at the CompuServe Books and Writers Community. Here . It was a while back. They're under the 'Writers Exercises' section.
-- Is there an interview with you anywhere?
I have done some interviews.
I will post links to interviews on the sidebar the next time I gird my loins and go add things to the sidebar.
I have some reviews to add there also -- including one completely pinch-your-nose-it-stinks review -- and have been procrastinating about it.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
What they look like . . .
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Dates
I wanted to set the dates here and the ages. I hope I have all these right.
Leesee ...
Doyle and Maggie's Story takes place in July, 1794
The Spymaster's Lady -- 1802
My Lord and Spymaster -- 1811
Her Ladyship's Companion -- 1818
Birthdates. Doyle in 1764. Maggie in 1770. Grey in 1775. Sebastian in 1784 Adrian and Anneka in 1782, Jess in 1790.
Leesee ...
Doyle and Maggie's Story takes place in July, 1794
The Spymaster's Lady -- 1802
My Lord and Spymaster -- 1811
Her Ladyship's Companion -- 1818
Birthdates. Doyle in 1764. Maggie in 1770. Grey in 1775. Sebastian in 1784 Adrian and Anneka in 1782, Jess in 1790.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Annique's jingle
A comment was posted on AAR.
Makes me think of the rhyme Annique in Joanna Bourne's The Spymaster's Lady quotes that children sang during the French Terror
"Let the gutters flow with the blood of the aristocrats, let us wash our hands in their entrails, let all who stand aginst the voice of the people perish like rats.."
which is more bloodthirsty.
I wonder if the author made up that little jingle, or if French children really sang songs like that?
Says I: I did make up that particular jinglem but it's typical of the times.
Makes me think of the rhyme Annique in Joanna Bourne's The Spymaster's Lady quotes that children sang during the French Terror
"Let the gutters flow with the blood of the aristocrats, let us wash our hands in their entrails, let all who stand aginst the voice of the people perish like rats.."
which is more bloodthirsty.
I wonder if the author made up that little jingle, or if French children really sang songs like that?
Says I: I did make up that particular jinglem but it's typical of the times.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Technical Topics -- Show and Tell
The truism, 'Show, don't tell,' covers a lot of territory.
On a 'whole-story' level this means plotting that uses dialog and action and internals to tell the story
rather than narration.
Not -- Twelve battalions converged on the small town of Chesterton, determined to quench the fire of the rebellion.
But -- Tony looked out the window at dawn. Red-yellow pinpoint lights circled the horizon, strangely, horribly beautiful. Campfires. The enemy had arrived.
'Tell' tells the story.
'Show' puts us inside the story.
Plotting for 'show, not tell' on a whole-story level,
means general avoidance of scenery, exposition, description, backstory, explanation
and all the other ways the author speaks directly to the reader,
where action can be used instead.
On the level of a scene, 'show don't tell', means information is conveyed not in narration, but in action and dialog. Information comes to us through the filter of a character's perception.
Not -- Jeremy was a hopeless gawk. He'd been that way since High School. which is narrration and the writer speaking to the audience.
But --
Jeremy untangled himself from the front door mat, Karen's dog, appropriately named 'Trip', the overturned aspidistra and his shoe laces.
What a klutz. "You haven't changed a bit," she said.
which is action, an internal, and dialog.
One easy way to make sure we 'show don't tell' is to stay deep in POV. That helps.
Now -- sometimes you find yourself with information to convey that can't be easily put into a character's thoughts or words or shown by a character's actions.
This is a good time to ask yourself if you really need this information.
However, there are also many many times the writer must convey complex information, economically.
And the simplest way to do it is to 'tell'.
Joshua lifted the cup to his lips. Coffee. The true bean of it, and fresh. Coffee came to Latruria by caravan over the hills of Ghangith. That path had been blocked for months by the mountain bandits. The only other source was the sea route. Smugglers. Jandru's smugglers.
He set the cup down without drinking. "How long have you been in Jandru's pay, Madame?"
So sometimes we 'tell, don't show."
This is all part of a huge plot to drive writers insane.
On a 'whole-story' level this means plotting that uses dialog and action and internals to tell the story
rather than narration.
Not -- Twelve battalions converged on the small town of Chesterton, determined to quench the fire of the rebellion.
But -- Tony looked out the window at dawn. Red-yellow pinpoint lights circled the horizon, strangely, horribly beautiful. Campfires. The enemy had arrived.
'Tell' tells the story.
'Show' puts us inside the story.
Plotting for 'show, not tell' on a whole-story level,
means general avoidance of scenery, exposition, description, backstory, explanation
and all the other ways the author speaks directly to the reader,
where action can be used instead.
On the level of a scene, 'show don't tell', means information is conveyed not in narration, but in action and dialog. Information comes to us through the filter of a character's perception.
Not -- Jeremy was a hopeless gawk. He'd been that way since High School. which is narrration and the writer speaking to the audience.
But --
Jeremy untangled himself from the front door mat, Karen's dog, appropriately named 'Trip', the overturned aspidistra and his shoe laces.
What a klutz. "You haven't changed a bit," she said.
which is action, an internal, and dialog.
One easy way to make sure we 'show don't tell' is to stay deep in POV. That helps.
Now -- sometimes you find yourself with information to convey that can't be easily put into a character's thoughts or words or shown by a character's actions.
This is a good time to ask yourself if you really need this information.
However, there are also many many times the writer must convey complex information, economically.
And the simplest way to do it is to 'tell'.
Joshua lifted the cup to his lips. Coffee. The true bean of it, and fresh. Coffee came to Latruria by caravan over the hills of Ghangith. That path had been blocked for months by the mountain bandits. The only other source was the sea route. Smugglers. Jandru's smugglers.
He set the cup down without drinking. "How long have you been in Jandru's pay, Madame?"
So sometimes we 'tell, don't show."
This is all part of a huge plot to drive writers insane.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Copyeditors
Just wanted to add this
"Copy editors are the last set of eyes before yours. They are more powerful than proofreaders. They untangle twisted prose. They are surgeons, removing growths of error and irrelevance; they are minimalist chefs, straining fat. Their goal is to make sure that the day’s work ... becomes an object of lasting beauty and excellence once it hits the presses."
From The New York Times, Lawrence Downes
here
"Copy editors are the last set of eyes before yours. They are more powerful than proofreaders. They untangle twisted prose. They are surgeons, removing growths of error and irrelevance; they are minimalist chefs, straining fat. Their goal is to make sure that the day’s work ... becomes an object of lasting beauty and excellence once it hits the presses."
From The New York Times, Lawrence Downes
here
Friday, June 13, 2008
Auction for a good cause
Edited to say -- The auction is finished ...
A twofer ... A signed copy of My Lord and Spymaster and a signed copy of The Spymaster's Lady
-- at auction, for a good cause, on Julia Quinn's Bulletin Board.
In a separate item, I'm also offering a critique of 50 manuscript pages of your WIP.
But wait .. that's not all.
Get this special offer only at the EJ/JQ Bulletin Board
NOT SOLD IN STORES !!
ARCs from Eloisa James!!
Teresa Medeiros!!
Stephanie Laurens!!
Loretta Chase!!
Laura Lee Guhrke!!
Julia Quinn!!
Karen Hawkins!!
Elizabeth Hoyt!!
Gaelen Foley!!
A Sabrina Jeffries Manuscript -- signed!!
GO before I run out of !!s.
Such a deal!
A twofer ... A signed copy of My Lord and Spymaster and a signed copy of The Spymaster's Lady
-- at auction, for a good cause, on Julia Quinn's Bulletin Board.
In a separate item, I'm also offering a critique of 50 manuscript pages of your WIP.
But wait .. that's not all.
Get this special offer only at the EJ/JQ Bulletin Board
NOT SOLD IN STORES !!
ARCs from Eloisa James!!
Teresa Medeiros!!
Stephanie Laurens!!
Loretta Chase!!
Laura Lee Guhrke!!
Julia Quinn!!
Karen Hawkins!!
Elizabeth Hoyt!!
Gaelen Foley!!
A Sabrina Jeffries Manuscript -- signed!!
GO before I run out of !!s.
Such a deal!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Chapter Two -- Maggie
MAGGIE. Chapter Two. I've put the rabbit scene back in.
I have all kinds of excuses, but basically I just like the rabbit.
(gloomily)
I'll probably take it out again.
In other news, I've cleaned up the draft to 7700 words ... and there's thousands more really rough draft.
I have all kinds of excuses, but basically I just like the rabbit.
(gloomily)
I'll probably take it out again.
In other news, I've cleaned up the draft to 7700 words ... and there's thousands more really rough draft.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
More Rights
Way cool news.
They've sold Russian foreign language rights to The Spymaster's Lady.
Russian. Oh my.
They've sold Russian foreign language rights to The Spymaster's Lady.
Russian. Oh my.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tech Tops -- Yet again words ... #3
I'm returning to word usage in TSL.
Franzeca Drouin, Eloisa's research assistant, brings these to me.
Her site is here, go check it out.
p 239. & elsewhere "front room." It's in OED, but in early reference simply indicates the more attractive rooms in the front of a structure, probably for public use. I don't think it refers to the large gathering place in a contemporary house. "Sitting Room" or even "parlor" would be a workable substitute for that.
This accords with the meaning I intend. I get the same subtext from 'front room' that Franzeka talks about. My Southern aunts had a 'front room' where they received guests.
The 'front room' at Meeks Street is a stiff, over-decorated room at the front. It's deliberately uncomfortable ... used to discourage visitors. The agents relax in the study upstairs or in the library on the ground floor. I'll keep 'sitting room' and 'parlor' in mind for talking about the rooms they use to congregate in.
page 249: Turkish robe; did you find that somewhere? I found an early 20th century reference to Turkish toweling, but not to a robe. "chenille" wouldn't work, either..
I have been thinking lately of circa 1800 bath towels,
in which I am now a very minor expert.
I have a reference to 'Turkish towel' in Night Scenes of City Life by DeWitt Talmadge, pub. 1801,
To whit: "Brisk criticism is a coarse Turkish towel with which every public man needs every day to be rubbed down, in order to keep healthful circulation." There seem to be other solid refs to this sort of Turkish towel in the early decades of the 1800s.
I am delighted to know they had hefty decent towels because huck towels just don't do it for me.
Anyhow. I feel that I have the towels. Future scenes in baths can include this detail.
I suppose one could arguably make a robe of this cloth. It's not beyond likelihood.
But in the time frame 'Turkish robe' seems to be ... y'know ... a caftan. Or a long robe of about any kind. Generally fancy.
I suppose I could squeak thought if I pretend my 'Turkish robe' is just a robe made of velvet or something and not necessarily made of toweling ...
OK. OK. My bad. When I say 'Turkish robe' I should know what I mean.
p 242: "land mines" 1890 in OED; seems to indicate a sophistication of mechanized warfare not available in early 19th century. Did you find it in your research?
Criminy. Yes.
I don't know what I was thinking ...
p. 249: "bedspread" per OED, orig US, 1845; anything else would work, sheet, coverlet, blanket, quilt, etc.
It may be in Ralph Waldo Emerson, 'Journals' in 1833.
But it does not seem to be an early 1800 word.
Who knew?
This one is like 'sweater'. Totally blindsides me.
p. 263: "linden tree" more commonly called "lime tree" in Britain. (I learned this the hard way, trying to find a tree that bloomed in late summer.)
I feel ok about this one. There's lots of refs to 'Linden tree' in the early decades of the 1800s so it was a common alternate name.
No way I'm going to use 'lime tree'. I'd put in poplars or something. Or modern sculpture. Or electrical pylons.
p. 275: "suicide" as a verb, 1841, sounds very contemporary and edgy.
The line is ...
Maggie scowled. "You will be satisfied, I suppose, if she suicides herself to escape you."
So it's meant to be, not so much modern, as French. From the verb se suicider. Thus the reflexive 'suicides herself'.
I thought of it because Dorothy Sayers used it.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Adrian's Story
Claire Emerson writes --
Since you brought up Adrian -
What are your latest thoughts on writing him a book of his own? I'm following your deliberations on this with great interest. He's a marvelous creation and I'd love to read more of him, but, like you, I have some difficulty imagining his heroine or HEA.
And, if Adrian's story isn't next (after Doyle/Maggie)... do you know yet what is?
I'm up to my gills in MAGGIE right now. Adrian -- for me -- is twelve. He's dirty and skinny and one of his knees got dislocated a while back. I haven't decided whether it's his left knee or his right. Do you have a preference?
He's not just a bundle of joy to those around him.
Since I'm holding Adrian so firmly in front of me as an angry, dangerous pre-teen, it's difficult to see him as the more complex and thoughtful, (still dangerous,) man he becomes.
When I get to the end of the MAGGIE story, I'll know whether I can visualize Adrian's HEA.
I hope I'm working on it in the back of my head all that time.
I don't know right now if ADRIAN will be the story directly after MAGGIE. There might be one intervening story. But I think the one after that would have to be ADRIAN.
Since you brought up Adrian -
What are your latest thoughts on writing him a book of his own? I'm following your deliberations on this with great interest. He's a marvelous creation and I'd love to read more of him, but, like you, I have some difficulty imagining his heroine or HEA.
And, if Adrian's story isn't next (after Doyle/Maggie)... do you know yet what is?
I'm up to my gills in MAGGIE right now. Adrian -- for me -- is twelve. He's dirty and skinny and one of his knees got dislocated a while back. I haven't decided whether it's his left knee or his right. Do you have a preference?
He's not just a bundle of joy to those around him.
Since I'm holding Adrian so firmly in front of me as an angry, dangerous pre-teen, it's difficult to see him as the more complex and thoughtful, (still dangerous,) man he becomes.
When I get to the end of the MAGGIE story, I'll know whether I can visualize Adrian's HEA.
I hope I'm working on it in the back of my head all that time.
I don't know right now if ADRIAN will be the story directly after MAGGIE. There might be one intervening story. But I think the one after that would have to be ADRIAN.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tech Tops -- Yet More Best of the Worst -- #3
Yet more 100 Best of Worst Writing Mistakes. This is about the third post on this.
Said. Speaking with motion.
Not -- "You're a fool," she sniffed.
"The electron spin coefficient isn't transitive," he chortled. (Just try chortling that.)
"Nobody owns pomeranians any more," he sobbed.
But -- "You're a fool." She sniffed.
"The electron spin coefficient isn't transitive." He chortled.
"Nobody owns pomeranians any more." He sobbed.
Some folks get excited about this business of speaking through a chortle. You see them on the edge of grammar discussions, jumping up and down, red in the face.
They're right, of course.
But they're akin to those fiercely literal people who insist a character, outside of science fiction, cannot drop her voice or run her eyes around the room. God only knows what they make of Mark Anthony borrowing ears.
Logically, you do not speak and laugh at the same time. Nor do you laugh in words.
In practice, for most of these, not one reader in a thousand will notice and those who do mostly won't care.
If you're the sort of person who shovels snow off the driveway even if don't plan to use the car, then be stringent. Do not laugh in words nor allow your characters to do so.
If you're of the school of thought that waits till you need to go to the store before you shovel the drive,
because the snow might melt, after all,
then you might decide to be wildly idiomatic and figurative and just chortle your words.
Yoda-isms.
There is no 'try'. There is only 'do'.
Instead of the wishywashy -- tried, wanted, intended, wished, thought, planned, prepared, set out to, waited to, started to, began -- give the concrete action.
Not -- Harvey planned to rob the stagecoach.
But – Harvey rented a racing mule for his stagecoach robbery.
Not -- Jennifer wanted to be a ballerina.
But – Jennifer took Saturday ballet classes.
(This is another example of saying-and-conveying, btw. Where the concrete action conveys the emotions or motivation, we don't have to both show it and spell it out.)
Not -- The three musketeers began fishing for their hats.
But -- The three musketeers fished their hats out of the fountain.
Not -- Jonas tried to catch the kite.
But -- Jonas grabbed at the kite and missed.
Yoda-ism are a specific example of the larger problem of
Failure to commit.
Enough with the tentative already. Let the narration, (and the characters,) eschew a polite, neutral, noncommittal view of the world and take a bloody declarative stand. Grasp the bull by the horns and put his shoulder to the grindstone.
Not -- Marion started to squeak. Pamela began to unpeel. George was going to erupt.
But -- Marion squeaked. Pamela unpeeled. George erupted.
Not – It seemed unfair.
But -- It was unfair.
Not -- Julian looked miserable and his poor spirits infected us all.
But -- Julian's misery infected us all.
Not -- In a way, Clyde was cruelly misinformed.
But -- Clyde was cruelly misinformed
Not -- Betty helped with the show by making paper doilies.
But -- Betty made paper doilies for the show.
Not -- It was as if the mountain fell inward like a book of many pages folding together.
But -- The mountain fell inward like a book of many pages folding together.
Major action in subordinate phases.
Oh. Go ahead and do it if you want. Put your major action in a dependent clause sucked on the sentence with some participial. There is nothing wrong with putting important action into a subordinate clause.
But think of all that it-doesn't-cost-anything strength and simplicity and emphasis and prominence up there in the independent clause just going to waste.
As a general rule, put the more important action in the main clause.
Don't stick the whole point of your paragraph in some gerund phrase just to vary the sentence structure or some other damn fool thing like that.
Not -- While Maurice strangled Franny, rain dripped outside the window and the radio played Ten In a Row without commercial interruption.
But -- Maurice strangled Franny. Rain dripped outside the window and the radio played Ten In a Row without commercial interruption.
Or -- Maurice strangled Franny while rain dripped outside the window and the radio played Ten In a Row without commercial interruption.
Not -- Bells tolled midnight as the vampire looked out over the sleeping city and meticulously planned an intricate revenge.
But -- Bells tolled midnight. The vampire looked out over the sleeping city and meticulously planned an intricate revenge.
Or -- The vampire looked out over the sleeping city and meticulously planned an intricate revenge as the bells tolled midnight.
Not -- 'Showing' is superior to 'telling', as Thor's hammer proved, flattening another pesky critic.
But -- Thor's hammer flattened another pesky critic, demonstrating the superiority of 'showing' over 'telling'.
Sentences -- Starting with 'and' and 'but'.
This is Rule 672 on the Standard Lists. This makes me just want to say, 'Down with the Tyrany of the Standard List! Start sentences with AND. Do it! Do it! Do it!'
So don't approach 'and' or 'but' at the start of a sentence with a knee-jerk, 'Awooga. Awooga.'
I'd call this one of the things not to do by accident. Like going down a one-way street. Only do this after carefully considering all the outcomes and if there's a police cruiser on your tail.
The leading 'and' or 'but' will show up nicely on the old universal search of the late draft manuscript. Reconsider your crop.
-- Is your conjunction in search of a compound sentence?
-- Does removing 'and' or 'but' leave the meaning quite thoroughly intact?
-- Are you drifting into run-on territory? The manic imp that leads us to the folly of run-on sentences delights in the insertion of unneeded 'ands' at the head of otherwise innocuous sentences.
Not -- He was a fool. And as a grammarian, he knew better. And in this case, he was entirely wrong.
But -- He was a fool. As a grammarian, he knew better. In this case, he was entirely wrong.
Or maybe -- He was a fool, a grammarian who knew better, and, in this case, he was entirely wrong.
Final important consideration. The leading 'and' softens the impact of that sentence. Do you want a strong sentence? Strip the 'and' off.
Not -- He was forcing her to accept him or run. And he knew she didn't have the strength to run.
But -- He was forcing her to accept him or run. He knew she didn't have the strength to run.
Flabby verbs.
Story is action. However lovely the painted backdrop, we look at the actors.
Action is verbs.
One of the very first Great Standard Truths of Writing is 'use interesting and exact words.' Do it always and everywhere. Dior instead of expensive dress. Crepe Suzette instead of dessert.
Nowhere is it more imperative to put down that specific and colorful word than when we come to the verb,
Not -- ran, moved, pulled, sat.
But -- jogged, hitched one foot up on the rung of the chair, overturned, lounged.
Two verbs -- 'to have' and 'to be' -- do yeoman service in our sentences. They are the strongest and simplest verbs.
Value them for their invisible strength and unobtrusive integrity and use them often.
They can also be weak verbs.
A good late-draft activity is to reassess instances of has, had, and was used as predicates.
Now,
(grammar alert here -- totally unneeded for most folks,)
in most cases, has, had, and was are auxiliary verbs that can be left entirely alone to go about their proper business.
He had failed, she was fishing, they have given up, are forms of the verbs 'to fail', 'to fish', and the phrasal verb, 'to give up'.
The has, had, and was in those sentences are not forms of the verbs 'to have' or 'to be'.
But when has, had, and was are the verbs 'to be' and 'to have',
give them another thought or two.
Is there a stronger sentence structure?
Is there a neighboring verb you like better?
Look especially at 'to have' and 'to be' in any combination with a pronoun, or words like 'there', 'that', and 'which'.
Not -- It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed.
But -- Lightning flashed through the dark and story night.
Not -- There were any number of problems associated with the trapping of a werewolf. Janine knew this.
But -- Janine approached the werewolf-trapping problem with a combination of hope and disbelief.
Not -- It had been a long journey out of the pit. Marguerite broke the videocamera and ate several of the smaller scientists.
But -- The long journey out of the pit was enlivened by Marguerite's clash with the videocamera and her habit of eating the smaller scientists.
(Hmmm ... I don't think that one is actually an improvement. There's an example of the verb 'to be' earning its keep, giving us cadence and emphasis.)
Not -- Mathew's fits were intermittent but spectacular, throwing the operating theatre into chaos.
But -- Mathew's fits, intermittent but spectacular, threw the operating theatre into chaos.
Not -- There were six unicorns in the lineup, but the maiden couldn't identify the culprit.
But -- The maiden studied the six unicorns in the lineup, but couldn't identify the culprit.
Said. Speaking with motion.
Not -- "You're a fool," she sniffed.
"The electron spin coefficient isn't transitive," he chortled. (Just try chortling that.)
"Nobody owns pomeranians any more," he sobbed.
But -- "You're a fool." She sniffed.
"The electron spin coefficient isn't transitive." He chortled.
"Nobody owns pomeranians any more." He sobbed.
Some folks get excited about this business of speaking through a chortle. You see them on the edge of grammar discussions, jumping up and down, red in the face.
They're right, of course.
But they're akin to those fiercely literal people who insist a character, outside of science fiction, cannot drop her voice or run her eyes around the room. God only knows what they make of Mark Anthony borrowing ears.
Logically, you do not speak and laugh at the same time. Nor do you laugh in words.
In practice, for most of these, not one reader in a thousand will notice and those who do mostly won't care.
If you're the sort of person who shovels snow off the driveway even if don't plan to use the car, then be stringent. Do not laugh in words nor allow your characters to do so.
If you're of the school of thought that waits till you need to go to the store before you shovel the drive,
because the snow might melt, after all,
then you might decide to be wildly idiomatic and figurative and just chortle your words.
Yoda-isms.
There is no 'try'. There is only 'do'.
Instead of the wishywashy -- tried, wanted, intended, wished, thought, planned, prepared, set out to, waited to, started to, began -- give the concrete action.
Not -- Harvey planned to rob the stagecoach.
But – Harvey rented a racing mule for his stagecoach robbery.
Not -- Jennifer wanted to be a ballerina.
But – Jennifer took Saturday ballet classes.
(This is another example of saying-and-conveying, btw. Where the concrete action conveys the emotions or motivation, we don't have to both show it and spell it out.)
Not -- The three musketeers began fishing for their hats.
But -- The three musketeers fished their hats out of the fountain.
Not -- Jonas tried to catch the kite.
But -- Jonas grabbed at the kite and missed.
Yoda-ism are a specific example of the larger problem of
Failure to commit.
Enough with the tentative already. Let the narration, (and the characters,) eschew a polite, neutral, noncommittal view of the world and take a bloody declarative stand. Grasp the bull by the horns and put his shoulder to the grindstone.
Not -- Marion started to squeak. Pamela began to unpeel. George was going to erupt.
But -- Marion squeaked. Pamela unpeeled. George erupted.
Not – It seemed unfair.
But -- It was unfair.
Not -- Julian looked miserable and his poor spirits infected us all.
But -- Julian's misery infected us all.
Not -- In a way, Clyde was cruelly misinformed.
But -- Clyde was cruelly misinformed
Not -- Betty helped with the show by making paper doilies.
But -- Betty made paper doilies for the show.
Not -- It was as if the mountain fell inward like a book of many pages folding together.
But -- The mountain fell inward like a book of many pages folding together.
Major action in subordinate phases.
Oh. Go ahead and do it if you want. Put your major action in a dependent clause sucked on the sentence with some participial. There is nothing wrong with putting important action into a subordinate clause.
But think of all that it-doesn't-cost-anything strength and simplicity and emphasis and prominence up there in the independent clause just going to waste.
As a general rule, put the more important action in the main clause.
Don't stick the whole point of your paragraph in some gerund phrase just to vary the sentence structure or some other damn fool thing like that.
Not -- While Maurice strangled Franny, rain dripped outside the window and the radio played Ten In a Row without commercial interruption.
But -- Maurice strangled Franny. Rain dripped outside the window and the radio played Ten In a Row without commercial interruption.
Or -- Maurice strangled Franny while rain dripped outside the window and the radio played Ten In a Row without commercial interruption.
Not -- Bells tolled midnight as the vampire looked out over the sleeping city and meticulously planned an intricate revenge.
But -- Bells tolled midnight. The vampire looked out over the sleeping city and meticulously planned an intricate revenge.
Or -- The vampire looked out over the sleeping city and meticulously planned an intricate revenge as the bells tolled midnight.
Not -- 'Showing' is superior to 'telling', as Thor's hammer proved, flattening another pesky critic.
But -- Thor's hammer flattened another pesky critic, demonstrating the superiority of 'showing' over 'telling'.
Sentences -- Starting with 'and' and 'but'.
This is Rule 672 on the Standard Lists. This makes me just want to say, 'Down with the Tyrany of the Standard List! Start sentences with AND. Do it! Do it! Do it!'
So don't approach 'and' or 'but' at the start of a sentence with a knee-jerk, 'Awooga. Awooga.'
I'd call this one of the things not to do by accident. Like going down a one-way street. Only do this after carefully considering all the outcomes and if there's a police cruiser on your tail.
The leading 'and' or 'but' will show up nicely on the old universal search of the late draft manuscript. Reconsider your crop.
-- Is your conjunction in search of a compound sentence?
-- Does removing 'and' or 'but' leave the meaning quite thoroughly intact?
-- Are you drifting into run-on territory? The manic imp that leads us to the folly of run-on sentences delights in the insertion of unneeded 'ands' at the head of otherwise innocuous sentences.
Not -- He was a fool. And as a grammarian, he knew better. And in this case, he was entirely wrong.
But -- He was a fool. As a grammarian, he knew better. In this case, he was entirely wrong.
Or maybe -- He was a fool, a grammarian who knew better, and, in this case, he was entirely wrong.
Final important consideration. The leading 'and' softens the impact of that sentence. Do you want a strong sentence? Strip the 'and' off.
Not -- He was forcing her to accept him or run. And he knew she didn't have the strength to run.
But -- He was forcing her to accept him or run. He knew she didn't have the strength to run.
Flabby verbs.
Story is action. However lovely the painted backdrop, we look at the actors.
Action is verbs.
One of the very first Great Standard Truths of Writing is 'use interesting and exact words.' Do it always and everywhere. Dior instead of expensive dress. Crepe Suzette instead of dessert.
Nowhere is it more imperative to put down that specific and colorful word than when we come to the verb,
Not -- ran, moved, pulled, sat.
But -- jogged, hitched one foot up on the rung of the chair, overturned, lounged.
Two verbs -- 'to have' and 'to be' -- do yeoman service in our sentences. They are the strongest and simplest verbs.
Value them for their invisible strength and unobtrusive integrity and use them often.
They can also be weak verbs.
A good late-draft activity is to reassess instances of has, had, and was used as predicates.
Now,
(grammar alert here -- totally unneeded for most folks,)
in most cases, has, had, and was are auxiliary verbs that can be left entirely alone to go about their proper business.
He had failed, she was fishing, they have given up, are forms of the verbs 'to fail', 'to fish', and the phrasal verb, 'to give up'.
The has, had, and was in those sentences are not forms of the verbs 'to have' or 'to be'.
But when has, had, and was are the verbs 'to be' and 'to have',
give them another thought or two.
Is there a stronger sentence structure?
Is there a neighboring verb you like better?
Look especially at 'to have' and 'to be' in any combination with a pronoun, or words like 'there', 'that', and 'which'.
Not -- It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed.
But -- Lightning flashed through the dark and story night.
Not -- There were any number of problems associated with the trapping of a werewolf. Janine knew this.
But -- Janine approached the werewolf-trapping problem with a combination of hope and disbelief.
Not -- It had been a long journey out of the pit. Marguerite broke the videocamera and ate several of the smaller scientists.
But -- The long journey out of the pit was enlivened by Marguerite's clash with the videocamera and her habit of eating the smaller scientists.
(Hmmm ... I don't think that one is actually an improvement. There's an example of the verb 'to be' earning its keep, giving us cadence and emphasis.)
Not -- Mathew's fits were intermittent but spectacular, throwing the operating theatre into chaos.
But -- Mathew's fits, intermittent but spectacular, threw the operating theatre into chaos.
Not -- There were six unicorns in the lineup, but the maiden couldn't identify the culprit.
But -- The maiden studied the six unicorns in the lineup, but couldn't identify the culprit.
Chapters One and Two
Ok. Chapters One and Two, which were 5000 good, middle-draft words, are out. They don't land us in the middle of the action, which is where a story should start. They're too bloody contemplative.
So. Out they go.
No more rabbit scene.
I really loved that rabbit scene.
Blast.
So. Out they go.
No more rabbit scene.
I really loved that rabbit scene.
Blast.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
TSL and the aspect of violence
I'm pulling up a comment here to talk about.
Could you please tell why all the spy in SL are considered by each other to be "deadly" if they are so concerned about taking human life. Annique obviously considers it a huge deal, but the others? Your earlier comment about Doyle made it sound like everyone understood the Game and were gentlemen/gentlewomen intelligence gatherers. Thanks.
I was thinking about this sort of thing all morning.
Quaker Meeting does a lot of soul-searching on Memorial Day, as you'd imagine. I spent time considering violence and where my characters stand.
TSL presents four views of violence.
Annique -- youthful idealist -- is willing to risk her life to avoid killing an enemy. For her, each life and death is significant and personal. She's a 'small-picture' person. For her it's always this square on the chessboard.
You see this when she's trying to decide what to do with the Albion plans. She translates the impact of an invasion into 'this farm wife', 'this house burned', or 'this French soldier drowned on the beach'. It's never -- 'what will this do to the geopolitical position of France?'
She casts her decision in terms of philosophy, but it is, at heart, a bone-deep distaste for dealing death. I'd guess that dates from her father's hanging. It is no accident that, of all the parts to play among foreign armies, she chose to work in the medical tents.
Grey -- professional soldier -- has the nineteenth-century career soldier's view that killing has rules. Grey would, and did, kill without hesitation, qualm or remorse under the conventions that allow him to do so. He's an honorable man, and death fits within his code of honor. Following this code, his conscience doesn't trouble him.
Like any good officer, he's chary of using deadly tactics when lesser force achieves the goal. And there are 'rules' of spying, different from the rules of engagement in war. More of that below.
Adrian -- trained killer, damaged soul -- doesn't hate death, the way Annique does. He doesn't believe in the rules of armed combat, the way Grey does. At nineteen or twenty, he's still groping his way toward a useable morality. He takes cues from his fellow professionals as to what's 'right' and 'wrong' in these, for him, puzzling ethical situations.
Doyle. I'm in the middle of working on Doyle right now. He's humane and cynical. I can see that much. He's more detached than any of the others. We don't get beneath his surface in TSL.
Anyway -- work in progress on Doyle.
Now ... wandering back to the question.
The first inquiry is 'why are all the spies in TSL considered to be 'deadly?'
Well ... 'Dangerous' is probably a better rendering. The capacity for violence exists in all four major characters, but it remains largely latent.
Annique has been drilled for years in the arts of self-defense and escape. Doyle, Grey and Adrian are considerably more lethal than Anneka, and their skill at dealing death, much more finely honed. Those three have all killed in the line of duty.
But it is not this potential lethality that gives them value as spies. The traits they all share, what they admire in each other, what marks them as master spies, is not a knack for death.
Adrian sums it up when he says of Annique --
"We get reputations in the Game – you, me, Doyle, all of us. I recognize her work when I see it. Annique Villiers is playful and wise and stealthy. Slip in, slip out, and you never know she's been there. If she killed anybody at all, I never heard about it."
Doyle stands in front of the inn, watching Annique do nothing whatsoever but eat breakfast, playing a part. It impresses the hell out of him.
If I may venture a modern analogy ...?
A systems analyst might occasionally move a 40-pound desktop unit from one office to another. But that's not what he's hired for. It's not what his colleagues mean
when they say -- 'He's a hell of a programmer.'
If you managed a brilliant analyst with a bad back, or one in the fourth month of pregnancy, you'd barely notice that they couldn't move equipment. You'd just call in some jackass from the mailroom to do the heavy lifting.
In Annique's case ... her handlers wouldn't put her in a position where she needed to kill, any more than a camper would pick up his Nikon to pound in tent stakes.
Second half of the O.P. question is:
Your earlier comment about Doyle made it sound like everyone understood the Game and were gentlemen/gentlewomen intelligence gatherers.
Not 'gentlemen'. No.
But professionals who understand the 'rules'.
Annique says,
"In the Game, we do not kill one another in this bloodthirsty manner that would leave us all dead. "
Even today, in a nastier world, intelligence agencies don't target each other's professional personnel. It's pure practicality. Nobody wants to be targeted back.
Could you please tell why all the spy in SL are considered by each other to be "deadly" if they are so concerned about taking human life. Annique obviously considers it a huge deal, but the others? Your earlier comment about Doyle made it sound like everyone understood the Game and were gentlemen/gentlewomen intelligence gatherers. Thanks.
I was thinking about this sort of thing all morning.
Quaker Meeting does a lot of soul-searching on Memorial Day, as you'd imagine. I spent time considering violence and where my characters stand.
TSL presents four views of violence.
Annique -- youthful idealist -- is willing to risk her life to avoid killing an enemy. For her, each life and death is significant and personal. She's a 'small-picture' person. For her it's always this square on the chessboard.
You see this when she's trying to decide what to do with the Albion plans. She translates the impact of an invasion into 'this farm wife', 'this house burned', or 'this French soldier drowned on the beach'. It's never -- 'what will this do to the geopolitical position of France?'
She casts her decision in terms of philosophy, but it is, at heart, a bone-deep distaste for dealing death. I'd guess that dates from her father's hanging. It is no accident that, of all the parts to play among foreign armies, she chose to work in the medical tents.
Grey -- professional soldier -- has the nineteenth-century career soldier's view that killing has rules. Grey would, and did, kill without hesitation, qualm or remorse under the conventions that allow him to do so. He's an honorable man, and death fits within his code of honor. Following this code, his conscience doesn't trouble him.
Like any good officer, he's chary of using deadly tactics when lesser force achieves the goal. And there are 'rules' of spying, different from the rules of engagement in war. More of that below.
Adrian -- trained killer, damaged soul -- doesn't hate death, the way Annique does. He doesn't believe in the rules of armed combat, the way Grey does. At nineteen or twenty, he's still groping his way toward a useable morality. He takes cues from his fellow professionals as to what's 'right' and 'wrong' in these, for him, puzzling ethical situations.
Doyle. I'm in the middle of working on Doyle right now. He's humane and cynical. I can see that much. He's more detached than any of the others. We don't get beneath his surface in TSL.
Anyway -- work in progress on Doyle.
Now ... wandering back to the question.
The first inquiry is 'why are all the spies in TSL considered to be 'deadly?'
Well ... 'Dangerous' is probably a better rendering. The capacity for violence exists in all four major characters, but it remains largely latent.
Annique has been drilled for years in the arts of self-defense and escape. Doyle, Grey and Adrian are considerably more lethal than Anneka, and their skill at dealing death, much more finely honed. Those three have all killed in the line of duty.
But it is not this potential lethality that gives them value as spies. The traits they all share, what they admire in each other, what marks them as master spies, is not a knack for death.
Adrian sums it up when he says of Annique --
"We get reputations in the Game – you, me, Doyle, all of us. I recognize her work when I see it. Annique Villiers is playful and wise and stealthy. Slip in, slip out, and you never know she's been there. If she killed anybody at all, I never heard about it."
Doyle stands in front of the inn, watching Annique do nothing whatsoever but eat breakfast, playing a part. It impresses the hell out of him.
If I may venture a modern analogy ...?
A systems analyst might occasionally move a 40-pound desktop unit from one office to another. But that's not what he's hired for. It's not what his colleagues mean
when they say -- 'He's a hell of a programmer.'
If you managed a brilliant analyst with a bad back, or one in the fourth month of pregnancy, you'd barely notice that they couldn't move equipment. You'd just call in some jackass from the mailroom to do the heavy lifting.
In Annique's case ... her handlers wouldn't put her in a position where she needed to kill, any more than a camper would pick up his Nikon to pound in tent stakes.
Second half of the O.P. question is:
Your earlier comment about Doyle made it sound like everyone understood the Game and were gentlemen/gentlewomen intelligence gatherers.
Not 'gentlemen'. No.
But professionals who understand the 'rules'.
Annique says,
"In the Game, we do not kill one another in this bloodthirsty manner that would leave us all dead. "
Even today, in a nastier world, intelligence agencies don't target each other's professional personnel. It's pure practicality. Nobody wants to be targeted back.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
TSL This and That Errata
Debbie S has asked a couple questions about timing and dates and the specifics of this and that.
Adrian's past. When I try to imagine him falling in love, I wonder where he learned tenderness if he was raised on the streets. He obviously has learned it by SL.
Maggie's story will introduce us to Adrian at about age 12. He's harder and colder at 12 than he was later, but he's not without warmth and humor. And he has a particularly soft spot for women. The street girls he grew up among provided the only warmth and comfort in his childhood.
I'll try to show Adrian being humanized by the influence of Doyle and Maggie.
(and i'm intrigued by his being shot, from below, by a lady who may be a French lover in the game, on a street, where Grey was also and they were too late--do we ever learn that story?)
It'd be fun to write that part of the story, wouldn't it?
Adrian was inside when he got shot. In a bedroom, I think. And yes -- it was the infamous French woman who shot him.
Grey's age--when I read the book, I assumed he was 36 because he says he was Robert for 26 years before he became Grey and that he knew Doyle for 10 years. Nothing in the book shows he knew Doyle before he moved over to the service. I was surprised to learn he's only 27.
Grey and Doyle got to know each other years back, while Grey was still in the army. Doyle, the field agent, spends time interacting with the British Army and Military Intelligence.
Grey joined the Service in his mid twenties, and acquired his nom-de-spy when he became Head of Section. He's 27 or 28 when the story opens.
Annique's surprise that Grey followed her to Soulier's doesn't make sense since he's always told her he would and since she thought she had only 15 minutes to get out of the house. Conceivably she would be surprised that he was able to find her...
That's it exactly. You've got it. Annique didn't think Grey would find her this quickly, if at all.
EDITED TO ADD the two other questions I hadn't answer earlier.
Annique was injured at the start of May, which is short of the full five months before the story starts. Vauban dies the last day of July (six weeks before the story starts,) and Maman, the fifth of August, (about five weeks before.)
Annique, talking to Robert, says "it has been six ... no, five weeks," since her mother's death. She should have said, "it has been six ... no, seven weeks,"
>>>Annique's comment to Robert about their spending time together not being good for him either (implying he's attracted to her) (right before the bullets start flying) p 208 and his response about "men have died..." doesn't fit with her thinking he's not attracted to her both before and after that. <<<<
There's an attraction between the two of them. It's not, to Annique's frustration, being expressed physically. But, as she says ... 'We have gone beyond that. Touching or not touching doesn't matter to what's between us.' They both acknowledge the tie between them.
Adrian's past. When I try to imagine him falling in love, I wonder where he learned tenderness if he was raised on the streets. He obviously has learned it by SL.
Maggie's story will introduce us to Adrian at about age 12. He's harder and colder at 12 than he was later, but he's not without warmth and humor. And he has a particularly soft spot for women. The street girls he grew up among provided the only warmth and comfort in his childhood.
I'll try to show Adrian being humanized by the influence of Doyle and Maggie.
(and i'm intrigued by his being shot, from below, by a lady who may be a French lover in the game, on a street, where Grey was also and they were too late--do we ever learn that story?)
It'd be fun to write that part of the story, wouldn't it?
Adrian was inside when he got shot. In a bedroom, I think. And yes -- it was the infamous French woman who shot him.
Grey's age--when I read the book, I assumed he was 36 because he says he was Robert for 26 years before he became Grey and that he knew Doyle for 10 years. Nothing in the book shows he knew Doyle before he moved over to the service. I was surprised to learn he's only 27.
Grey and Doyle got to know each other years back, while Grey was still in the army. Doyle, the field agent, spends time interacting with the British Army and Military Intelligence.
Grey joined the Service in his mid twenties, and acquired his nom-de-spy when he became Head of Section. He's 27 or 28 when the story opens.
Annique's surprise that Grey followed her to Soulier's doesn't make sense since he's always told her he would and since she thought she had only 15 minutes to get out of the house. Conceivably she would be surprised that he was able to find her...
That's it exactly. You've got it. Annique didn't think Grey would find her this quickly, if at all.
EDITED TO ADD the two other questions I hadn't answer earlier.
Annique was injured at the start of May, which is short of the full five months before the story starts. Vauban dies the last day of July (six weeks before the story starts,) and Maman, the fifth of August, (about five weeks before.)
Annique, talking to Robert, says "it has been six ... no, five weeks," since her mother's death. She should have said, "it has been six ... no, seven weeks,"
>>>Annique's comment to Robert about their spending time together not being good for him either (implying he's attracted to her) (right before the bullets start flying) p 208 and his response about "men have died..." doesn't fit with her thinking he's not attracted to her both before and after that. <<<<
There's an attraction between the two of them. It's not, to Annique's frustration, being expressed physically. But, as she says ... 'We have gone beyond that. Touching or not touching doesn't matter to what's between us.' They both acknowledge the tie between them.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Tech Tops -- More best of the Worst -- #2
More 'Best of the Worst Writing Mistakes'
Echoes.
An obvious and venerable error. Words breed and duplicate inside sentences and hop like fleas from one sentence to the next.
Not -- Audie preened under the attention, holding his fashionable silk sleeves wide before an attentive audience of teen fashion moguls.
Trivial intervening action.
This is one of the 'will-you-please-get-to-the-point' errors. The character has action. The character has dialog. Introduce these two and let them shake hands.
Just Do It.
Not -- Deirdre slammed her cup down into the saucer and pushed the chair back and got to her feet and circled the desk and walked across the room to where Trevor stood. She stepped close to him and tilted her head back, poked him in the chest, and said, "You are coyote scat."
But, Deirdre slammed the cup down. She was across the room in an instant. "You," she poked him in the chest, "are coyote scat."
Cliché phrases.
Cliché, never good, reaches its succinct worst in the form of a hackneyed phrase.
Not -- Free as a sparrow. Happy as a clam. Sly as a fox. Bottomless pit.
But -- Bottomless as a sparrow. Happy as a fox. Free as a clam. Sly as a pit.
Mixed levels of emotional context.
Nothing wrong with this if you're trying to be humorous. Otherwise ... you may achieve humor by accident.
Not -- Chaos, annihilation and discomfort traveled in the wake of the army.
Not -- She lost her home, her virginity and her credit cards in one fell swoop.
Non-linear order of emotional content
Related to mixed levels of emotional context, except that all of these levels can exist happily in the same sentence. They just have to be lined up right.
Not – At camp Phoebe learned to tie knots, become a trusty friend, and make her own bed.
But -- At camp Phoebe learned to tie knots, make her own bed and become a trusty friend.
Not – Sauron killed whole villages, cost men their immortal souls and uprooted families.
But -- Sauron uprooted families, killed whole villages, and cost men their immortal souls.
Pig-tail phrases.
These are phrases – cliches of a particular sort – that drag along extra, iterative words.
Squabble back and forth, return again, jump up, sit down, nod up and down, her own thoughts, his own beliefs, the fun of it, closed fist, staying here, shook his head back and forth, button up, walk forward, strut about, shrugged a shoulder,
These are different from phrasal verbs like
Shut up, clear up, close down, shove off, gloss over, take in ..
With both pigtail phrases and phrasal verbs, in each case, you have to determine -- In your usage, is there a difference between the 'closed fist' and the 'fist'?
Between 'open up' and 'open'?
Saying and conveying.
Information conveyed by action doesn't also have to be explained.
Not – Bagley strolled to the front of the room where everyone in the audience could see him and began explaining.
But -- Bagley strolled to the front of the room and began explaining to the audience.
Not – Phillip lit the small fire to warm himself and leaned towards it, shivering.
But -- Phillip lit the small fire and leaned towards it, shivering.
Not – Nolan's low forehead creased in puzzlement. "What are you doing here?"
But – Nolan's low forehead creased. "What are you doing here?"
Photocopy phrases and doublemint sentences.
Doubling up on a concept in adjoining phrases or sentences. This includes unnecessary appositives.
Not – Titania crept silently down the winding staircase, making not the least noise.
But -- Titania crept down the winding staircase.
Not -- The final result of all his work, the effect he was looking for, lay at the bottom of the casket.
But -- The final result of all his work lay at the bottom of the casket.
Not -- Bernard was worried about Arnie's new pet. He had an anxiety attack every time he considered the consequences of adopting a warthog.
But -- Bernard had an anxiety attack every time he considered the consequences of Arnie's new pet, the warthog.
Not -- Kathleen was lighthearted and frivolous and couldn't be counted upon to accept responsibility. She never took anything seriously, not even important deadlines.
But -- Kathleen was lighthearted and frivolous and never took even important deadlines seriously.
The trivial obvious.
Just don't tell us what we already can see. If you add a detail, make it an important detail.
Not – Fu Manchu stood up from his chair.
But -- Fu Manchu stood.
Or even -- Fu Manchu stood up.
Not -- Gillian set her glass down on the table.
But – Gillian set her glass down.
Or -- Gillian set her glass down next to the bottle of poison.
Not – Gregory drove the car down the street in the direction of the Minute Mart.
But -- Gregory drove to the Minute Mart.
Ambiguous pronouns.
The English language delights in confusing us.
Not -- Jean had never quite forgiven Georgia for beating up her boyfriend, Fergus, in second grade.
But -- Jean was protective of her boyfriend, Fergus. She'd never quite forgiven Georgia for beating him up in second grade.
Or -- Georgia beat up her boyfriend, Fergus, in second grade. Jean had never quite forgiven her for it.
Not -- Falmouth often played competitive darts with Milsom and discussed his lack of skill in that endeavor.
But -- Falmouth often discussed Milsom's lack of skill when they played competitive darts.
Or -- Falmouth used to discuss his lack of skill at competitive darts when he played with Milsom.
Classic run-on sentences.
You want run-on sentences? You can have them. Just keep hooking random sentences together with 'and'.
Hambly and Undine hunted frogs by the light of the moon and took them home for dinner and served them flies, which they enjoyed, and then returned them to the swamp with their compliments and went back to their house at the edge of town to get drunk.
Look at that sentence.
Have pity on the poor readers.
Put a period where you have to take a breath.
Whew.
Echoes.
An obvious and venerable error. Words breed and duplicate inside sentences and hop like fleas from one sentence to the next.
Not -- Audie preened under the attention, holding his fashionable silk sleeves wide before an attentive audience of teen fashion moguls.
Trivial intervening action.
This is one of the 'will-you-please-get-to-the-point' errors. The character has action. The character has dialog. Introduce these two and let them shake hands.
Just Do It.
Not -- Deirdre slammed her cup down into the saucer and pushed the chair back and got to her feet and circled the desk and walked across the room to where Trevor stood. She stepped close to him and tilted her head back, poked him in the chest, and said, "You are coyote scat."
But, Deirdre slammed the cup down. She was across the room in an instant. "You," she poked him in the chest, "are coyote scat."
Cliché phrases.
Cliché, never good, reaches its succinct worst in the form of a hackneyed phrase.
Not -- Free as a sparrow. Happy as a clam. Sly as a fox. Bottomless pit.
But -- Bottomless as a sparrow. Happy as a fox. Free as a clam. Sly as a pit.
Mixed levels of emotional context.
Nothing wrong with this if you're trying to be humorous. Otherwise ... you may achieve humor by accident.
Not -- Chaos, annihilation and discomfort traveled in the wake of the army.
Not -- She lost her home, her virginity and her credit cards in one fell swoop.
Non-linear order of emotional content
Related to mixed levels of emotional context, except that all of these levels can exist happily in the same sentence. They just have to be lined up right.
Not – At camp Phoebe learned to tie knots, become a trusty friend, and make her own bed.
But -- At camp Phoebe learned to tie knots, make her own bed and become a trusty friend.
Not – Sauron killed whole villages, cost men their immortal souls and uprooted families.
But -- Sauron uprooted families, killed whole villages, and cost men their immortal souls.
Pig-tail phrases.
These are phrases – cliches of a particular sort – that drag along extra, iterative words.
Squabble back and forth, return again, jump up, sit down, nod up and down, her own thoughts, his own beliefs, the fun of it, closed fist, staying here, shook his head back and forth, button up, walk forward, strut about, shrugged a shoulder,
These are different from phrasal verbs like
Shut up, clear up, close down, shove off, gloss over, take in ..
With both pigtail phrases and phrasal verbs, in each case, you have to determine -- In your usage, is there a difference between the 'closed fist' and the 'fist'?
Between 'open up' and 'open'?
Saying and conveying.
Information conveyed by action doesn't also have to be explained.
Not – Bagley strolled to the front of the room where everyone in the audience could see him and began explaining.
But -- Bagley strolled to the front of the room and began explaining to the audience.
Not – Phillip lit the small fire to warm himself and leaned towards it, shivering.
But -- Phillip lit the small fire and leaned towards it, shivering.
Not – Nolan's low forehead creased in puzzlement. "What are you doing here?"
But – Nolan's low forehead creased. "What are you doing here?"
Photocopy phrases and doublemint sentences.
Doubling up on a concept in adjoining phrases or sentences. This includes unnecessary appositives.
Not – Titania crept silently down the winding staircase, making not the least noise.
But -- Titania crept down the winding staircase.
Not -- The final result of all his work, the effect he was looking for, lay at the bottom of the casket.
But -- The final result of all his work lay at the bottom of the casket.
Not -- Bernard was worried about Arnie's new pet. He had an anxiety attack every time he considered the consequences of adopting a warthog.
But -- Bernard had an anxiety attack every time he considered the consequences of Arnie's new pet, the warthog.
Not -- Kathleen was lighthearted and frivolous and couldn't be counted upon to accept responsibility. She never took anything seriously, not even important deadlines.
But -- Kathleen was lighthearted and frivolous and never took even important deadlines seriously.
The trivial obvious.
Just don't tell us what we already can see. If you add a detail, make it an important detail.
Not – Fu Manchu stood up from his chair.
But -- Fu Manchu stood.
Or even -- Fu Manchu stood up.
Not -- Gillian set her glass down on the table.
But – Gillian set her glass down.
Or -- Gillian set her glass down next to the bottle of poison.
Not – Gregory drove the car down the street in the direction of the Minute Mart.
But -- Gregory drove to the Minute Mart.
Ambiguous pronouns.
The English language delights in confusing us.
Not -- Jean had never quite forgiven Georgia for beating up her boyfriend, Fergus, in second grade.
But -- Jean was protective of her boyfriend, Fergus. She'd never quite forgiven Georgia for beating him up in second grade.
Or -- Georgia beat up her boyfriend, Fergus, in second grade. Jean had never quite forgiven her for it.
Not -- Falmouth often played competitive darts with Milsom and discussed his lack of skill in that endeavor.
But -- Falmouth often discussed Milsom's lack of skill when they played competitive darts.
Or -- Falmouth used to discuss his lack of skill at competitive darts when he played with Milsom.
Classic run-on sentences.
You want run-on sentences? You can have them. Just keep hooking random sentences together with 'and'.
Hambly and Undine hunted frogs by the light of the moon and took them home for dinner and served them flies, which they enjoyed, and then returned them to the swamp with their compliments and went back to their house at the edge of town to get drunk.
Look at that sentence.
Have pity on the poor readers.
Put a period where you have to take a breath.
Whew.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Writing spies
I was thinking about spies, today, and how we represent them in fiction.
My Maggie is fallen among English spies even as I speak.
The more I move into Doyle's head, the more I have to show him as the 'spy' he is.
But it's not as easy to portray spies as you'd think.
One swims uphill, (can one swim uphill ...? maybe I mean crawls ... ) against a general opinion that all spies are James Bond, (or Jane Bond) -- sexually insatiable, with black belts in thirty obscure forms of combat, able to rappel down buildings on a line of dental floss, armed to the back molars, killers without mercy, cold-blooded as a flock of sharks.
Which has nothing whatsoever to do with real spies, of course, in any era.
TV has much to answer for.
Doyle, walking into France in 1794, is on a mission he knows will probably end with him killing somebody.
Now, espionage, 1790 style, was virtually all observation and reporting. What we'd call Humint nowadays. Valuable spies were those who could seek out information, undetectably extract it, and bring it home. Intelligence gathering intelligence, if you will.
Doyle has to do more than oserve, this time out. He's staring at the likelihood he'll have to kill somebody. He doesn't take it lightly.
The problem is, the minute I say -- 'Doyle is a spy' -- some readers are going to lose any sense that murder of an unarmed civilian might be troublesome to Doyle's conscience.
Doyle's dilemma is not merely lost. It becomes a wallbanger.
For some readers it'll be ...
'Real spies act like James Bond. Doyle doesn't. Ergo, he's not a real spy. I watch TV and I know.'
Why folks would assume that nations, now or ever, trusted their spying exclusively to bloodthirsty and athletic sociopaths, I cannot imagine.
The first decision I present Doyle in the story, (Chapter Four,) is whether he will protect his mission or behave decently.
I know how he decides, of course. But when I show his thought processes, none of this is going to be the least JamesBond-like.
I dunnoh how to make folks accept a more intelligent and less sanguinary view of the spy game.
Zeesh.
My Maggie is fallen among English spies even as I speak.
The more I move into Doyle's head, the more I have to show him as the 'spy' he is.
But it's not as easy to portray spies as you'd think.
One swims uphill, (can one swim uphill ...? maybe I mean crawls ... ) against a general opinion that all spies are James Bond, (or Jane Bond) -- sexually insatiable, with black belts in thirty obscure forms of combat, able to rappel down buildings on a line of dental floss, armed to the back molars, killers without mercy, cold-blooded as a flock of sharks.
Which has nothing whatsoever to do with real spies, of course, in any era.
TV has much to answer for.
Doyle, walking into France in 1794, is on a mission he knows will probably end with him killing somebody.
Now, espionage, 1790 style, was virtually all observation and reporting. What we'd call Humint nowadays. Valuable spies were those who could seek out information, undetectably extract it, and bring it home. Intelligence gathering intelligence, if you will.
Doyle has to do more than oserve, this time out. He's staring at the likelihood he'll have to kill somebody. He doesn't take it lightly.
The problem is, the minute I say -- 'Doyle is a spy' -- some readers are going to lose any sense that murder of an unarmed civilian might be troublesome to Doyle's conscience.
Doyle's dilemma is not merely lost. It becomes a wallbanger.
For some readers it'll be ...
'Real spies act like James Bond. Doyle doesn't. Ergo, he's not a real spy. I watch TV and I know.'
Why folks would assume that nations, now or ever, trusted their spying exclusively to bloodthirsty and athletic sociopaths, I cannot imagine.
The first decision I present Doyle in the story, (Chapter Four,) is whether he will protect his mission or behave decently.
I know how he decides, of course. But when I show his thought processes, none of this is going to be the least JamesBond-like.
I dunnoh how to make folks accept a more intelligent and less sanguinary view of the spy game.
Zeesh.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Auction Madness
The Novak Auction has such lovely things.
This is the 4th Annual On-line Auction for Diabetes Research.
EDITED TO REMOVE THE PHOTOS,
now that the auction is ended.
This is the 4th Annual On-line Auction for Diabetes Research.
EDITED TO REMOVE THE PHOTOS,
now that the auction is ended.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Annique looks like ... Jessamyn looks like ...
For anyone interested in what Annique looks like ... I kinda pictured her as a young Natassja Kinski.
Can't post her picture, not having the rights, but there's a link to it. Here.
There's no reason heroines have to be beautiful. Not generally. But Annique's job calls for a degree of beauty, so she gets to have it.
Jessamyn is another reasonably pretty girl, but the generality of mankind doesn't turn to watch her pass in the street. I'm thinking Robin Wright. Here.
Can't post her picture, not having the rights, but there's a link to it. Here.
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There's no reason heroines have to be beautiful. Not generally. But Annique's job calls for a degree of beauty, so she gets to have it.
Jessamyn is another reasonably pretty girl, but the generality of mankind doesn't turn to watch her pass in the street. I'm thinking Robin Wright. Here.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Maggie -- The beginning
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Technical Topics -- Tagging with Action
This isn't going to be of much interest to anyone except writers.
Might not be of interest to them either, when it comes right down to it.
Let me natter on for a minute about 'tagging with action'.
A 'dialog tag' is the set of words that tells us who is speaking the dialog.
'Said' and 'said-isms', ('he replied', 'he swore', 'he promised', 'he shouted',) are the most common dialog tags.
"I've made a right mess of this turkey," Tom said, off handedly.
"Let that sylph go," a voice drifted up from the inky depths of the well, "or ye'll get well acquaint with cold water."
"I'm going to erase this and start over," Tom remarked.
I've marked the dialog tag in blue.
But we can move beyond the 'said' and the 'saidism'.
For instance, dialog can even sit there without any tag at all ... the reader just knows who is speaking. That's a very elegant way to tag dialog.
Probably the second most common way to tag dialog is to give us an action that belongs to the speaker of the dialog.
"I'm not ready to commit myself." Tom shifted from one foot to another, nervously.
Bert flung out a warning hand. "Careful. That's a viper pit ahead of you on the path."
Betsy took a reflective lick off the back of the spoon. "Needs more salt."
In those three sentences, we haven't used 'said' or any of its cousins. We've used action. Action tags.
Now some action tags are used very often.
Consider -- he looked, saw, noticed, glanced, gazed, peered, twisted, turned, got up, stood up, walked, sat down, grinned, smiled, laughed, sighed, nodded, shook his head, lifted his chin, jerked his head, breathed, drew in a breath, let out a breath, inhaled, exhaled, sucked in air, gasped ... and so, infinitely and somewhat boringly, on.
There is nothing wrong with these familiar action tags. Careful writers use them all the time.
One trap we fall into, though, is using these stereotyped, twitchy action tags again and again. We can send our characters through a kind of nervous, pointless dance as they grin and raise eyebrows and nod and frown and . . . you get the idea.
One way to avoid the twitchy, overused action tags is to write an extended action. An extended action doesn't flash by and leave the next line to be tagged by another bitty action. An extended action lasts a long time. Maybe the whole scene.
There are two basic kinds of extended action used for dialog tagging.
Action may be 'story action' that changes the outcome of the story. This action goes on during the dialog, but it is also, in and of itself, important. Betty bops Marcus over the head. Chrissy crashes the Jeep. Stacy shoplifts. Mother mixes poisons.
Or the action may be 'stage business' -- stage business is interesting enough, but it's in there mostly to give our characters something to do with their hands. Betty beats cake batter. Chrissy cracks eggs. Stacy stocks the shelves. Mother mixes salad dressing.
Story action is first choice.
Any scene, any chapter, any line, we're always saying to ourselves 'Tell the story.'
'Stage business', as a technique, is neither right nor wrong.
It's one of the writer's tools. But we have to recognize it when we write it. We have to be sure there isn't some 'story action' we should be using instead.
And we have to pick the best, shiniest 'stage action' in the world, one that tells us about the characters or paints a vivid picture of the scene or foreshadows disaster and delight to come
or does some interesting storytelling stuff like that.
Might not be of interest to them either, when it comes right down to it.
Let me natter on for a minute about 'tagging with action'.
A 'dialog tag' is the set of words that tells us who is speaking the dialog.
'Said' and 'said-isms', ('he replied', 'he swore', 'he promised', 'he shouted',) are the most common dialog tags.
"I've made a right mess of this turkey," Tom said, off handedly.
"Let that sylph go," a voice drifted up from the inky depths of the well, "or ye'll get well acquaint with cold water."
"I'm going to erase this and start over," Tom remarked.
I've marked the dialog tag in blue.
But we can move beyond the 'said' and the 'saidism'.
For instance, dialog can even sit there without any tag at all ... the reader just knows who is speaking. That's a very elegant way to tag dialog.
Probably the second most common way to tag dialog is to give us an action that belongs to the speaker of the dialog.
"I'm not ready to commit myself." Tom shifted from one foot to another, nervously.
Bert flung out a warning hand. "Careful. That's a viper pit ahead of you on the path."
Betsy took a reflective lick off the back of the spoon. "Needs more salt."
In those three sentences, we haven't used 'said' or any of its cousins. We've used action. Action tags.
Now some action tags are used very often.
Consider -- he looked, saw, noticed, glanced, gazed, peered, twisted, turned, got up, stood up, walked, sat down, grinned, smiled, laughed, sighed, nodded, shook his head, lifted his chin, jerked his head, breathed, drew in a breath, let out a breath, inhaled, exhaled, sucked in air, gasped ... and so, infinitely and somewhat boringly, on.
There is nothing wrong with these familiar action tags. Careful writers use them all the time.
One trap we fall into, though, is using these stereotyped, twitchy action tags again and again. We can send our characters through a kind of nervous, pointless dance as they grin and raise eyebrows and nod and frown and . . . you get the idea.
One way to avoid the twitchy, overused action tags is to write an extended action. An extended action doesn't flash by and leave the next line to be tagged by another bitty action. An extended action lasts a long time. Maybe the whole scene.
There are two basic kinds of extended action used for dialog tagging.
Action may be 'story action' that changes the outcome of the story. This action goes on during the dialog, but it is also, in and of itself, important. Betty bops Marcus over the head. Chrissy crashes the Jeep. Stacy shoplifts. Mother mixes poisons.
Or the action may be 'stage business' -- stage business is interesting enough, but it's in there mostly to give our characters something to do with their hands. Betty beats cake batter. Chrissy cracks eggs. Stacy stocks the shelves. Mother mixes salad dressing.
Story action is first choice.
Any scene, any chapter, any line, we're always saying to ourselves 'Tell the story.'
'Stage business', as a technique, is neither right nor wrong.
It's one of the writer's tools. But we have to recognize it when we write it. We have to be sure there isn't some 'story action' we should be using instead.
And we have to pick the best, shiniest 'stage action' in the world, one that tells us about the characters or paints a vivid picture of the scene or foreshadows disaster and delight to come
or does some interesting storytelling stuff like that.
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