29 December 2018, Writing
- part x722, Writing a Novel, Fleshing Out Characters, The Fifth Day of
Christmas
Announcement: Delay, my new novels can be seen on the internet, but my primary
publisher has gone out of business—they couldn’t succeed in the past business
and publishing environment. I'll keep you informed, but I need a new publisher. More
information can be found at www.ancientlight.com.
Check out my novels--I think you'll really enjoy them.
Introduction: I wrote the novel Aksinya: Enchantment and the Daemon.
This was my 21st novel and through this blog, I gave you the entire novel in
installments that included commentary on the writing. In the commentary, in
addition to other general information on writing, I explained, how the novel
was constructed, the metaphors and symbols in it, the writing techniques and
tricks I used, and the way I built the scenes. You can look back through this
blog and read the entire novel beginning with http://www.pilotlion.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-novel-part-3-girl-and-demon.html.
I'm using this novel as an example
of how I produce, market, and eventually (we hope) get a novel published. I'll
keep you informed along the way.
Today's Blog: To see the steps in the publication process, visit my
writing website http://www.ldalford.com/ and select "production
schedule," you will be sent to http://www.sisteroflight.com/.
The four plus one basic rules I
employ when writing:
1. Don't confuse your readers.
2. Entertain your readers.
3. Ground your readers in the
writing.
4. Don't show (or tell) everything.
4a. Show what can be seen, heard, felt, smelled, and tasted on the stage
of the novel.
5. Immerse yourself in the world of your writing.
These are the steps I use to write a
novel including the five discrete parts of a novel:
1.
Design the initial scene
2.
Develop a theme statement (initial setting,
protagonist, protagonist’s helper or antagonist, action statement)
a.
Research as required
b.
Develop the initial setting
c.
Develop the characters
d.
Identify the telic flaw (internal
and external)
3.
Write the initial scene (identify
the output: implied setting, implied characters, implied action movement)
4.
Write the next scene(s) to the
climax (rising action)
5.
Write the climax scene
6.
Write the falling action scene(s)
7.
Write the dénouement scene
I
finished writing my 29th novel, working title, Detective, potential title
Blue Rose: Enchantment and the Detective. The theme statement is: Lady Azure Rose
Wishart, the Chancellor of the Fae, supernatural detective, and all around
dangerous girl, finds love, solves cases, breaks heads, and plays golf.
Here is the cover proposal for Blue
Rose: Enchantment and the Detective.
The most important scene in any
novel is the initial scene, but eventually, you have to move to the rising
action. I am continuing to write on my 30th novel, working
title Red Sonja. I finished my 29th novel, working
title Detective. I’m planning to start on number 31, working
title Shifter.
How to begin a novel. Number one thought, we need an entertaining
idea. I usually encapsulate such an idea
with a theme statement. Since I’m
writing a new novel, we need a new theme statement. Here is an initial cut.
For novel 30: Red Sonja, a Soviet spy, infiltrates the
X-plane programs at Edwards AFB as a test pilot’s administrative clerk, learns
about freedom, and is redeemed.
For novel 31: TBD
Here
is the scene development outline:
1.
Scene input (comes from the previous scene output or is an initial scene)
2.
Write the scene setting (place, time, stuff, and characters)
3.
Imagine the output, creative elements, plot, telic flaw resolution (climax) and
develop the tension and release.
4.
Write the scene using the output and creative elements to build the tension.
5.
Write the release
6.
Write the kicker
Today: Why don’t we go back
to the basics and just writing a novel?
I can tell you what I do, and show you how I go about putting a novel
together. We can start with developing
an idea then move into the details of the writing.
You
must have a protagonist and an antagonist. You may have a protagonist’s
helper. Then there are other
characters. Let’s talk about characters
in general and then specifically.
I’ve
been writing about choosing and developing protagonists who are interesting and
entertaining to your readers. Readers
like characters who they can intellectually identify with. These are the characters who appeal to
them. If there is no intellectual
connection, there is usually no connection.
We saw this by the many characters whom readers can’t share any or many
characteristics, but the characters still appeal.
For
the Christmas Season, I guess I’m giving you scenes from my novels. Merry and Happy Christmas. Hope you enjoy. This is a Christmas scene from Essie: Enchantment and the Aos Si. I don’t think I’ve ever given this to you.
In
the afternoon, Essie and Leila walked into Lyonshall. Leila looked much older than her twelve
years. Essie much younger than
fifteen. At Essie’s recommendation,
Leila tried to buy whisky, beer, and cigarettes—to tempt the fae. She couldn’t get them, so she bought a
paperback of assorted poetry, playing cards, and a bag of candy. Essie assured her these would be acceptable
for now.
They
celebrated Christmas together. Essie,
Mrs. Lyons and Leila all traveled to Essie’s concert on Saturday the 28th
and for church in Monmouth and a concert on the 29th. They returned to the house in Lyonshall
Sunday night in the black Bentley. On
Monday, the post delivered a box of presents for Leila. It also included presents for Mrs. Lyons. The note in the box stated these belonged to
Leila from under the tree at Hastings.
Monday
began cold and rainy—Leila read to Essie and drew on a pad she seemed to bring
out of thin air. The girls didn’t get
back into the garden until Tuesday. Essie
curled up on the stone in the center.
Essie sat right beside her, “I have everything. Can you call one?”
Essie
opened one eye, “Are you certain you want me to call one of the Unseelie?”
“Perhaps
one who isn’t as dangerous as a Redcap.”
Essie
made a little growling sound in her throat, “They are all as dangerous as the
Redcap.”
“Then
one who would enjoy one of my gifts.”
“Very
well. They won’t harm you as long as I’m
here.”
“Why
don’t you call Morgan le Fey?”
“Morgan
might be pleased to see me, but she would be very upset if I called her for no
real reason.”
“I
wish an introduction.”
Essie
sat up, “Why an introduction to Morgan le Fey, and why the Unseelie?”
“You
said it before. I am a girl of
darkness. They are creatures of the
dark…”
“Not
so much dark as of the bleakness of the land—they can be a downer, especially
in this season.”
“Then
let’s give them presents and see what they think of that.”
“Very
well. I didn’t mean to encourage this,
but I’ll do it. I’ll call one who
happens to be near.” Essie sat straight
and made a clear call in a rough language.
They
both heard heavy wingbeats, and a small woman with large butterfly or perhaps
moth wings flew across the hedge of the garden.
The creature was naked and perfectly formed. It appeared like a fully mature woman, but
smaller than any grown woman Leila had ever seen. It looked smaller than Essie. The creature blinked at Leila. It covered itself with its wings and curtsied
to Essie. It didn’t open its mouth, and
it didn’t speak.
Essie
introduced the creature, “Good afternoon, Morning Glory, this is my friend
Leila. She wanted to make your
acquaintance, and she wishes to give you a gift.”
Morning
Glory kept her eyes carefully on Leila and gave a small curtsy.
Leila
asked, “She looks very beautiful and pleasant.
Why is she dangerous?”
Essie’s
brow rose, “Morning Glory, I know it is an affront to your dignity, but will
you show this child of darkness why you are dangerous?”
Morning
Glory smiled without raising her lips, then she slowly opened her mouth. Leila started, and Essie grasped Essie’s
hand. She whispered, “Don’t make a sound
about it or I won’t be able to help you.”
Morning
Glory possessed long very sharp needlelike teeth. They looked black as coal and a green froth
dripped from their tips and suddenly down her chin.
Leila
nodded, “Thank you, Ms. Morning Glory.”
At
this, the creature snapped her mouth shut and turned them another grim smile.
Leila
whispered, “What do you think she would like?”
Essie
returned, “Offer her candy, but don’t touch her in any way.”
Leila
reached across Essie and placed a small bag of hard candy on the stone, “This
is a gift for the holidays to you Ms. Morning Glory. I hope it pleases you.”
Morning
Glory curtsied again and grasped the bag from the stone. She eyed it a moment then opened it with her
very deft hands. Leila noted her nails
looked black and very sharp. The
creature sliced open the bag as though it was a spider web. She turned away for a moment then back to
them. Her cheek bugled with a piece of
candy. She nodded toward Leila and gave
her crisp lips-only smile.
Essie
opened her hands, “Thank you for attending me, Morning Glory. You may go.”
Essie began to sing. Morning
Glory held her small bag of candy and opened her wings. She rose up into the air and was gone in a
blink.
Leila
asked, “What’s with the singing?”
Essie
turned toward her, “That is my gift to my subjects. I sing the songs of the fae. They cannot sing praises to the Dagda, so I
must sing for them. This is how they can
approach Him, and this is how I bless them.”
“Is
that why you are so good on the organ and with music?”
Essie
grinned, “It is my calling and part of my place.”
“I
see. Why was Morning Glory naked? My grandfather told me the Unseelie are
repulsed by nakedness.”
“You
must understand this, girl of darkness, the punishment meted out to the fae as
angels who would not support or oppose the Dagda is a harsh thing for
them. Morning Glory is beautiful, but
she is poisonous, and she is naked. The
Unseelie are repulsed by her nakedness, thus she must hide it with her
wings. At the same time, she exults in
her beauty. This is why she keeps her
mouth and her wings shut, to hide her greatest ugliness and her greatest
beauty.”
“That’s
kind of sad.”
“It
is very sad, but it is why I bless them and care for them—even if they imagine
they are ugly.”
“Can
you bring another one here?”
“Only
one close by.” Essie raised her hands
and called. The earth shook and through
the hedges tramped a very large being.
Leila gathered all her courage and clutched the stone not to run. The creature’s skin appeared gray and
mottled—a little like stone. He wore
ragged breeches and a brown flannel shirt.
Essie extended her hand, “Thank you for coming Stonebreaker. May I introduce you to my friend, Leila. Leila, this is the troll, Stonebreaker.”
Stonebreaker
bowed very nicely. His voice boomed
through the quiet afternoon air in good British English, “Good afternoon, Your
Grace. I’m please to make the
acquaintance of your friend, Leila.”
Essie
continued, “Leila has a gift for you.”
Leila
put out her hand. She offered a deck of
cards in their box to the troll, “Mr. Stonebreaker, here are some cards for the
holidays.”
Stonebreaker
took the cards gently from Leila’s hand, “Thank you.” He scratched his head, “I’ve not received
such a fine gift before.”
Leila
smiled, “It is my pleasure.”
Essie
waved her hand, “Thank you for your time Stonebreaker. You may go.”
Stonebreaker
didn’t move, “I would very much like a poem before I depart.”
Essie
put her hands on her hips, “I was going to send you away with a song.”
“I
usually get a poem—that is the way with trolls.”
Essie
pouted, “A song is better.”
“But
I can’t sing it, Your Grace. I can
recite a poem.”
Leila
opened her book of poetry. She read a
poem very clearly to the troll.
Stonebreaker
squatted. He closed his eyes and
listened carefully. When Leila finished,
he recited the poem back to them in his deep bass voice. He glanced at Leila to make sure he said it
correctly. Leila nodded. He leaned back on his heels, “May I also
receive a song?”
Essie
nodded. She opened her mouth. Before she could sing, Leila tore the poem
out of the paperback book. She handed
the paper to the troll, “Mr. Stonebreaker, here is the poem. You may keep it with you so you can remember
it.”
Stonebreaker
took the piece of paper. It looked like
a bit of confetti in his hand.
Essie
sounded a little perturbed, “Are you quite ready, now?”
Stonebreaker
nodded as did Leila.
Essie
sang a sweet, gentle song and the troll disappeared.
Essie
stood, “That’s enough for today. Trolls
always want to negotiate for more and more.
They are quite insufferable even when they are on their best behavior.”
Leila
didn’t move, “Thank you Essie. I think I
understand more about you than I did before.
I have a question.”
Essie
sat, “Is it my game again?”
“No,
I just wish to ask your advice.”
“My
advice. How can I advise you about
anything?”
“I’ll
tell you my secret.”
Essie
curled up beside Leila, “I like secrets.
I keep all kinds for many beings.”
“I
want to make things.”
“Things?”
“Well,
all kinds of things, but especially pistols.”
“Pistols
for shooting?”
“Exactly. I want to learn to be an engineer and make
pistols. I’ve already made a few. Aunt Tilly has one of them.”
“Why
don’t you?”
“I’d
like to go to your school first.”
Essie
shook her head, “You can’t go to my school.”
Leila
stood with her fists balled stiffly at her sides, “Why can’t I go to your
school? I’m certain I can pass all the
tests.”
“I’m
sure you can too. I told you, I’m
slow—stupid if you like. Aunt Tilly told
me you are accomplishing sixth form work.
Why don’t you carry out what you want to do right now?”
Leila
tensed more, “To do that, I’d have to go to college at an engineering school.”
“Why
not?”
Leila
suddenly deflated. She pressed her lips
together and sat hard on the stone, “Why not?
There’s a thousand reasons why not.
My parents aren’t keen. My
grandmother won’t be pleased. I would
have to get into a school. I need money
and sponsors. I look too young.”
Essie
blinked, “What if I told you Aunt Tilly can get you an ID and papers. You seem good at running away. Why not run away to college. Do what you want, and what you know you can
do.”
“What
about money?”
“They
have scholarships, don’t they? I have
one. You can apply on your own—your
parents don’t have to know about it.”
Leila
looked all around Essie, “Where is the real Essie? Where’ve you hidden her? I thought Essie was one who always played by
the rules.”
Essie
laughed. It might have been the first
time Leila heard her laugh, “I follow the rules of the Dagda. He didn’t make any such rules in life. He did say to obey your parents. That is in a certain covenant, but you are
not part of those peoples. You fall
under a different covenant. He still
wants you to obey, but by the standards of my time, you are an adult—or close
to one. Make up your mind, and do what
you are called to do. If it is college,
then go. I’m sure that will please you
and Him above anything else.”
“You
will really cause a problem with my grandmother.”
“Surely
not more than I already have.”
“Are
you sure Aunt Tilly will go along with this idea?”
“She
has other secrets she is keeping for me.
Shall we ask her?”
“I will—tonight.”
This
is a fun novel that I hope is published soon.
More
tomorrow.
For more information, you can visit my
author site http://www.ldalford.com/,
and my individual novel websites:
http://www.ancientlight.com/
http://www.aegyptnovel.com/
http://www.centurionnovel.com
http://www.thesecondmission.com/
http://www.theendofhonor.com/
http://www.thefoxshonor.com
http://www.aseasonofhonor.com
http://www.aegyptnovel.com/
http://www.centurionnovel.com
http://www.thesecondmission.com/
http://www.theendofhonor.com/
http://www.thefoxshonor.com
http://www.aseasonofhonor.com
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