3 January 2019, Writing - part
x727, Writing a Novel, Fleshing Out Characters, The Tenth 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 the Christmas scene from Aksinya: Enchantment and the Daemon. This is a turning point in the novel.
They
went to school, and although Aksinya didn’t progress well, Natalya began to
speak reasonably fluent German.
When
the coupe met them the next Friday, Freifrau Bockmann was in it. Before they set off for Grossbock, she
inspected the dresses and jewelry Natalya had chosen for the party and nodded
her approval.
When
they arrived at the Freiherr’s estate, the decorations were already in
place. The front of the house, the
foyer, and the ballroom were wonderfully adorned for the Advent Ball. Seasonal decorations more akin to Christmas
instead of Advent filled the hall. A
couple of large Christmas trees loaded with candles and decorations sat next to
the great fireplaces. Freifrau Bockmann
led Aksinya and Natalya through the rooms and showed everything to them. It took a while. Aksinya was grateful to finally sit down to
dinner. Afterward, she and Natalya went
to bed.
In
the morning, everything in the house was about preparation for the event that
evening. By noon all the Freiherr’s
servants were dressed in their archaic festal livery. The maids and women servants were adorned in
dresses and aprons from a style over a century old. Everything seemed to match the overall
festive décor. In the afternoon, Natalya
dressed Aksinya in a wonderful maroon dress with gold piping and lace. The gold was real and the dress was ancient
satin. Natalya brushed it for hours to
make it shine. The bodice was tight and
fit Aksinya well. The dress was
petticoated and whaleboned. Still, it
was from an age younger than the livery Freiherr Bockmann loved so much, but
older than the current fashion of the time.
Natalya
wore a dress that had been Aksinya’s sister’s.
It was white and red with a little more modern flair, but still appeared
as though it would be appropriate in the court of an emperor.
When
Aksinya stepped down the stairs into the ballroom, everyone stopped to
watch. Freifrau Bockmann gave an audible
gasp. She and the Freiherr ran up the
stairs to greet her. The Freiherr went
to one knee on the landing. Freifrau
Bockmann curtsied and took Aksinya’s hand, “Dear Countess, you are
ravishing.” She looked Aksinya up and
down then took a surreptitious glance at Natalya that quickly returned to
Aksinya, “You are so beautiful.”
Aksinya
cocked her head, “Lady Natalya is very skilled.” Her voice sunk to a whisper, “She even made
my hair look pleasant.”
“Pleasant,
it is wonderful. She is incredibly
artful. You are so elegant and make our
simple home seem like an aristocratic court.”
Aksinya
smiled, but the corners of her lips didn’t follow.
Freiherr
Bockmann took Aksinya by the arm and led her to one of the great
fireplaces. A wood fire roared within
it. He sat Aksinya in a chair that faced
the ballroom. Natalya stood at Aksinya’s
side. At first, the Freifrau and
Freiherr sat and conversed with Aksinya about the people she would meet that
evening and the weather. When the guests
began to arrive, they stood beside Aksinya and greeted each one. The guests were announced by the house
steward and directed to the Freifrau and Freiherr. Freifrau Bockmann introduced each guest to
Aksinya. She did so formally and with
gravity and used Aksinya’s full name, Countess Aksinya Andreiovna Golitsyna. She then introduced the Lady Natalya.
Aksinya’s memory
was excellent, but after the first fifty couples, she lost track entirely. Then the young single men arrived followed by
the Catholic churches’ leaders in the city.
Among this group, Aksinya remembered only the Cardinal of Wien and the
Abbot of Sacré Coeur. The Cardinal was a
pinch faced older man with an Italian accent.
His secretary, Herr Schwab followed him everywhere. The Abbot was jollier and a little younger
with a great smile and a provincial tone to his German. They both seemed pleasant men.
When all the
guests had been received, Aksinya was left enthroned in her seat at the
fireplace. Natalya brought her a glass
of wine and a plate of food. Most of the
guests stood a polite distance away from Aksinya as though they were afraid to
approach the Countess although they had been introduced. Eventually, the Abbot stepped up beside
Aksinya. He bowed, “Dear Countess, I
understand you are attending Sacré Coeur.”
“Yes Father Abbot,
my lady-in-waiting and I are both attending.”
“That is what I
heard from the Reverend Mother. Your
progress…”
“Is less than
expected.”
“Yes, I’d heard
that too. Is our curriculum not to your
liking?”
“Not at all. Lady Natalya is learning German. The language is new to her. I must ensure she gains this skill before I
can focus on my studies.”
“Oh, I see.”
“I thought I made
this clear to the Reverend Mother.”
“The Reverend
Mother is entirely complementary toward you.
She has not said a negative word concerning you at all. I have other sources. My job is to keep an eye on the school and
the convent. You are one of our most
important students, so I keep an eye out for you too.”
“Thank you, Father
Abbot.”
“The pleasure is
all mine. I hope Sacré
Coeur can be like a family to you. We do
wish you to feel comfortable... and to succeed.”
“I shall apply
myself as well as I can. My
lady-in-waiting is very bright and is nearly ready to advance in her basic
language knowledge. I think in the next
semester, I will be able to focus on my other work.”
“I will hold you
to that.”
“Please
don’t. The needs of my servant and
friend are much more important to me than my own progress.”
The Abbot took a
sharp breath.
“You needn’t be so
surprised. This is what my father taught
me. He oversaw a very large estate in Russia with
thousands under his care. The needs of
the people are necessary to maintain their dignity and your honor.”
The Abbot bowed,
“Even so, you are very wise, Countess.”
Aksinya’s smile
slipped, “Not so wise as cautious, but thank you.”
The Cardinal and
his secretary came up beside the Abbot, who moved to the side, “Good evening,
Father Abbot.”
The Abbot bowed
and made a slight genuflect, “Your Eminence.”
Aksinya nodded and
Natalya curtsied. The Cardinal bowed
deeply to Aksinya, “Countess, we are very happy to have you within our
spiritual care, but we do understand that you are Orthodox and not Catholic.”
Aksinya nodded.
“Have you had the
opportunity to acquaint yourself with the Orthodox community in Wien?”
Aksinya tilted her
head, “We have attended the Ecclesia where Father Makar presides.”
The Cardinal
smiled, “I would like to win you over to our church, but I promise, I will not
attempt that. You must take the time to
become familiar with the Orthodox community.
You will be very helpful to them especially with all the refugees coming
across the Russian boarder at this time.
I will speak to the Archpriest Makar about you. He is a good friend of mine and may not
realize how close your residence is to the Ecclesia.”
“I didn’t realize
Father Makar was an Archpriest. Thank
you, Your Eminence.”
“That is my
pleasure, Countess. I hope the Father
Abbot explained how important you are to us.”
“He mentioned
generally, but he didn’t say anything about my importance.”
“But you are, dear
lady. The people today look for help
following this disastrous war. The
revolution and now civil war in Russia
only made things worse. The people need
a strong aristocracy and church to help led them in these times. Our own aristocracy is weak in numbers and
control. The Russian nobility, on the
other hand, is very well established.
Although it is a loss to Russia ,
we hope to strengthen our own nation with more expatriates like you. We pray you can integrate yourself into our
society and culture in a very positive way.”
“My Uncle and Aunt
are of a similar mind. I hope I can live
up to your expectations as well.”
“Yes,
please keep up your studies for their sake.
I think your uncle would like to see you as the jewel in the crown of
our city some day. He is very proud of
you.”
“Thank
you. My Aunt and Uncle have been to me
like the mother and father I lost in Russia . I am indebted to them.”
The
Cardinal glanced from the sides of his eyes, “You are a very pleasant
noblewoman. I can see that you will go
far.” He smiled, “I will gladly help you all I can. You may contact my secretary, Herr Schwab.”
He pointed at the layman beside him, “If you have any needs.”
“Again,
thank you, Your Eminence.”
He
bowed. The Abbot bowed. They both bowed their way back to the floor
of the ballroom.
Aksinya
leaned against the arm of her chair. She
put her hand under her chin and gave every indication that she was bored. She was bored. The crowd seemed to move a little further
from her. Slowly the party wound
down. No one else approached her or her
lady-in-waiting. The crowd cleared out a
little and Aksinya noted some late arrivals who had not been introduced to
her. They didn’t approach her
either. They were mostly young men
without a female companion or women with an older male escort. Aksinya felt a little piqued that they had
not greeted her.
After
a while, Aksinya glanced at Natalya, “Lady Natalya, please get me another glass
of wine.”
“Would
you like something to eat?”
“No,
just wine. The very sweet wine Uncle
opened just for me. Ask him to open
another bottle… or two.”
Natalya
smiled then frowned and hurried off.
Almost
immediately a young man moved from the ballroom floor and stepped directly up
to Aksinya. He dropped to his left knee
and bowed his head. He was dressed in
finery. Not as fine as the clothing
Aksinya wore, but very formal and slightly out of fashion. Aksinya’s Uncle would have approved. His frockcoat was charcoal and his pants were
cream colored. His shirt was also cream
and everything was pressed to perfection.
Aksinya
straightened her back. She couldn’t see
anything of his face only the top of his blond head. She wondered if, with such a display, he
mocked her. The young man didn’t
stand. He lifted his face to hers and reached
for her hand. Aksinya was too slow to
keep him from taking it. His face was
gentle and pleasant. It matched his
voice which was almost melodic. Aksinya
might have described it as like a snake in a more pointed moment, but it was
sweet and calm. His eyes were blue and
met hers without apology. He glanced at
her hand and then at her face again and smiled, “You are truly the one,
Countess.”
Aksinya
took a deep breath, “The one…?”
His
smile broadened, “I have met you twice, but we have not been introduced. Please don’t think me forward if I introduce
myself. I am Ernst Franz von Taaffe. My father is the Graf von Taaffe. So, you see, we are of nearly equal rank.”
Aksinya
tried to pull her hand from his, “Why should that matter to me?”
“Because,
first, I am infatuated with you. I warn
you, I will do anything to have you.
Second, I know exactly what you are…”
Aksinya
pursed her lips and yanked her hand back.
The man would not let it go.
“Where did you meet me?” She
hissed.
“Outside
the Golden Adler Gasthaus.”
Aksinya’s
free hand stole to her face, “You were one of the rapists?”
The
furrows in Ernst’s smooth brow deepened, “Dear Countess, surely you don’t count
me with that sort. Search your
memories. You stared directly at
me. You spoke to me. I carried your sweet body back into your
house and placed you in your bed. Your
blood ruined one of my good suits, but I purposely haven’t thrown it out.”
Aksinya’s
eyes widened, “You were that man.”
Ernst’s
lips drooped, “Yes, that man…”
Aksinya’s
eyes filled with fear. She tried again
to pull her hand from his grasp, “Why were you there? What did you see?”
Ernst
grinned, “I was there because your courtier, Anatov Aznabaev told me you would
be there.”
Aksinya
shook her head, “Wait, Anatov Aznabaev.”
She whispered a sentence of Latin words under her breath, “Say that name
again.”
Ernst
repeated, “Anatov Aznabaev.”
And
clearly to Aksinya’s ears came, “Asmodeus.”
She puffed out her cheeks, “Scheize.”
“Countess! I was led to believe you were a completely
refined woman.”
“I
don’t care.” She stared at the man,
“What do you know?”
“That
you are a most wondrous sorceress. I saw
everything. You made a great enchantment
without any protection. Such power,
unbelievable power…” He noted the look
on Aksinya’s face, “Don’t worry, Countess.
Your secret is safe with me, but only if you do as I wish.”
“Who
would believe you?”
He
brought his face close to hers, “I have your book.”
Aksinya
gasped and trembled, “You must give it back.”
“No,
no, no, Countess. That is not how the game is played.”
“What
do you want from me?”
“Anatov
Aznabaev, told me you were a special person.
He told me I would find everything I desired with you. He is right.
I myself have tried for years to study sorcery. I have been, as yet, unsuccessful.”
“Your
body doesn’t seem unduly marked.”
“The
scars are well hidden by my clothing. It
has not touched my face or hands much.”
He pulled her hand toward his face and turned it over. He gently stroked the many scars that marked
Aksinya’s fingers, “A successful sorcerer, so says my books, has a multitude of
knife scars on their hands. They are
from the constant use of blood as a sacrifice.”
He turned his face toward hers again, “The smell of the use is strong on
you now. You can’t hide it from me. Although, I can’t accomplish any of it, I
know its smell. I know its feel. I know its marks.” He kissed the scars on her fingers.
Aksinya
finally was able to pull her hand from his, “I asked you what you want?”
“I
would like to learn from you, but first I must win your affection.”
“What
makes you believe it can be won?”
“You
courtier, Anatov Aznabaev told me that you long to find love and someone to
share your life. I offer myself. You are exactly the woman I wish to love.”
“My
courtier is mistaken. I do not need love
or anything else…”
“But
you need your book.”
“I
have memorized it already.”
“Zut! I know you still desire that book.”
Aksinya
raised her chin, “How would you know that?”
“Anatov
Aznabaev told me.”
Aksinya
snarled, “Anatov Aznabaev, Anatov Aznabaev… do you believe everything my
servant tells you?”
“In
this case, yes. But I have another
temptation.”
Aksinya
stared at him. An angry scowl set her
features.
He
didn’t seem to notice Aksinya’s very dangerous appearance, “I have another book
that your courtier told me you would desire.
It is one you have not seen before.”
Aksinya
trembled, “Which book is it?”
“It
is the book of Heka…”
“That
is ancient Egyptian. It isn’t
effective.”
“The
Heka I have is Greek. It isn’t death
sorcery of the Egyptians but the practice of light. I know you are interested.”
Aksinya
took a breath, “If it is a Greek Heka…”
“It
is a Greek Heka.”
“What
about my book. You stole it.”
“Those
are strong words, Countess. You dropped
it in the street. I picked it up for you.
Who’s to say who such a book belongs to?”
“It
is mine, and you know it.”
“I
also know that you are a marvelous sorceress, and I wish to entertain you.”
“I
will not accommodate any lewd behavior.”
“Lewd
behavior? Countess, you mistake my
intention. I wish to woo you. I do not wish to seduce you.”
“How
can I trust your intentions?”
“I
have your book,” he laughed.
“And
you blackmail me with it?”
“I
only want to take you to dine and to a play, the ballet, or to a concert. Surely that is not lewd.”
“I
will bring my lady-in-waiting as a chaperone.”
“You
may bring your guardian nun as well.”
Aksinya
sat back, “Pardon me then. I did not
understand your intentions.”
“My
intentions are pure, but I would like to know much, much more about this
enchanting sorceress who came to Wien.
The moment your courtier described you, I had to meet you.”
Aksinya
stared suspiciously at him, “Just where did you meet my courtier?”
A
puzzled look crossed Ernst von Taaffe’s features, “I don’t entirely remember,
Countess, but wherever and whenever it was, I am thankful for it because that
meeting led me to you.”
“You
don’t think me plain, diminutive, and unwomanly.”
Ernest
von Taaffe bowed his head, “On the contrary, I find you mysterious, powerful,
and exciting.” He glanced up, “I will
contact you at your house. Please make
an evening open for me next week.”
Aksinya
sighed, “I will entertain you when you visit.
Please return my book.”
Ernst
rose, “Not until you attend a dinner and an evening event with me. Then I will discuss the return of your
book. It is late or I would ask you to
dance. Countess,” he bowed deeply and
wandered back to the ballroom floor.
Aksinya
slumped in her seat. When Natalya
finally returned, Aksinya drank the whole glass of wine and sent Natalya back
for more.
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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