Is there such thing as an afterlife?
Sometimes, I can’t even begin to fathom such an idea. When you die, the lights go out, and nothing happens. You’re frozen in time, eyes glazed over. People cry and scream like they do in Jodi Picoult novels on the outside of your unfeeling body. Warmth flows away, your breathing stutters and stops altogether. And that’s it. There’s nothing more.
But you do need comfort, so I’ve imagined a few other outcomes.
Outcome A: You go on to the next body, the next rung on the rope ladder. You learn what you have to learn there, and you pass on and on until you’ve reached bliss. Then comes Heaven.
Outcome B is a little more mainstream. Straight on to Heaven.
What do you think?
…Yeah. I’m not at Midwinter now, so I figured I would just write a bit about social gatherings, functions, and that sort of mess. You see, the way I see it, there are three types of people in your average high school, and you shouldn’t neglect any of them in your writing.
Wallflowers
Alas, I guess I fall into this category. Wallflowers don’t go to social events because they’re too rowdy. They sit at home and blog. /is slapped. They aren’t necessarily anti-social, but they just don’t see the point in gathering in a huge, dark room and jumping around.
Partygoers
I know a few. Pretty much, they go to anything and everything that involves strobe lights and pulsating music. They’re known for being the only people awake at five in the morning. When you call them at that time, you’ll hear loud, window-shattering music followed by squeaking restroom stalls. And then a drowsy, “Hello?”
Ehh-Maybes
These are the people who just can’t be bothered to go to events. They may want to, but they most certainly can’t get off their butts to buy a ticket. So they procrastinate and procrastinate until, finally, the tickets are sold out. And then the tickets are suddenly worth ten times their worth in gold.
Fin
Choose your characters wisely. Thank you. /Twilight Zone music.
No. Please. Just… don’t. Put away the pen. And the pencil hidden in the holster up your sock. Good. Calm down. Take your happy pills. Are we good? Okay.
It must be the most annoying thing in the world to see someone completely redirect their emotions into their writing. “Oh, I’m enraged, so I think I might just write in a character who looks suspiciously like my teacher and kill them in a gruesome way.” Your novel–hopefully–isn’t a fan-fic. So why go there?
If you’re feeling mad, just go and write an intense scene. If you want to relate things to your own life, scribble down some poetry. It always helps. :)
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This is the point at which I shove the author out of their chair and start deleting each and every character. Why? My friends, it is indeed possible to over-dramatize things. I’m not just talking tabloids. Novels are also susceptible.
BAD Examples
So there was this girl, Susie. Nice kid. Terrible writer. When asked to write a dramatic scene, she wrote:
“Terriana looked into Georgerella’s glistening irises, sweat slipping out of her gentle face pores. Lightning crackled so close it electrified the air and sound waves that passed out of her dry lips. They couldn’t be heard, and the light suddenly disappeared.”
It is dramatic. Don’t get me wrong. But it’s verbose. A really great writer can get their point across in only a few words.
Good Examples! :D
George Orwell, one of my all-time favorite authors, is very blunt when compared to, say, Robert Fagles. There is one difference, though. Fagles translates Ancient Greek epics, which allows for a little leeway when it comes to make something dramatic. When it comes to prose, your main goal is effectiveness. No one cares if you have a thousand pages of crap; that’s what we have Twilight for.
To make things a little more contemporary, let’s bring in Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. My favorite scene in the book is between the protagonist and her rapist:
A sound explodes from me.
“NNNOOO!!!”
I follow the sound, pushing off the wall, pushing Andy Evans off-balance, stumbling into the broken sink. He curses and turns, his fist coming, coming. An explosion in my head and blood in my mouth. He hit me. I scream, scream. Why aren’t the walls falling? I’m screaming loud enough to make the whole school crumble. I grab for anything, my potpourri bowl–I throw it at him, it bounces to the floor. My books. He swears again. The door is locked the door is locked. He grabs me, pulls me away from the door, one hand over my mouth, one hand around my throat. He leans me against the sink. My fists mean nothing to him, little rabbit paws thumping harmlessly. His body crushes me.
This scene isn’t very complex in terms of vocabulary or even syntax. What grabs your attention is the tone. It’s fast, there’s less punctuation. It’s not grammatically correct, but if you actually follow those rules all the time, you’ll never get anywhere with your writing. What helps is that it’s first person. In fact, I doubt you could do a trick like this with a third person perspective.
For example, I try to stuff as much vocab as possible into my writing, but that doesn’t work for a fast, action-y scene. Which sounds better:
A. He dashed towards me, wrapping his spindly fingers around my neck. His nails were stone-cold and reminded me of locker room mirrors before school.
B. He was here, on me. His fingers twisted on my neck, warping me. His nails felt like death.
To put it simply, don’t use more than you have to. Effectiveness is key to writing, not word count. If you honestly need to have more words, try an epilogue. We’ll get to that next time.
I actually found a really great resource for people who are unsure about whether their characters are Mary Sue status or not. There are tons of tests on the web, and this is by no means the most precise in terms of answers, but the results are great.
I went to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince a while back, and it was amazing. Not the movie, but the general hey-it’s-three-am-and-we’re-nerdy atmosphere. It’s great because people get really into it. If you’ve ever been to a midnight premiere, you know what I mean.
So what’s your take on it? Any interesting memories?
Such a pretty song. :)
…So what you need to do is add some depth. Please. And, whatever you do, don’t have an emo kid with an obvious problem refuse to tell his girlfriend, the main character, of course, what’s wrong. I mean, Godric’s Hollow, that’s such a cliche, and one of the most overrated and overused ones in circulation. No, it does not make you look cool and rebellious, nor does it make you look like the next Shakespeare.