I Picked You Some Flowers

i picked you some love
that God sprinkled on my path
because I know life’s been tough
and she’s a bitch, though
you’d never say the word aloud

i wrapped them in tissue paper
and held them to my chest
but it stained the flowers pink
’cause my heart’s been leaking
since you left

so i picked you flowers
that God left my way
and they like to sing
when the winds blow eastward
and i keep hoping you’ll
follow their songs
back home
’cause even turtles need love
sometimes.

maybe you can use the
gps on your phone.
i’ll wait, ’cause i put
the flowers in a vase
by the bed.

and don’t worry about
being bigger ’cause
my heart’s grown and
i can just love you
more, so it’ll still
fit.

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Overthinking and Underthinking in Plotting

over-thinking

I often see writers debate about which is preferable, “plotting” or “pantsing.” Plotting refers to diligently lay out your story’s plot before writing in earnest, using outlining or some similar method. True plotters may create outlines so detailed that they are actually incorporated into the work during the writing phase. Evan Marshall, author of The Marshall Plan for Novel Writing, should be considered the patron saint of plotters.

Pantsing refers to those writers who write via “the seat of their pants,” without the benefit of a true outline, and sometimes without knowing what the story will be about in advance. Stephen King is a well-known advocate of this method (which is why some critics claimed his early works used to fall apart in the final act). *Bill raises his hand.

I won’t describe these two methods in great detail as they’ve been described a lot, and you can look them up for yourself. Instead, I want to discuss the pitfalls of each and how to find your way in between the two extremes.

Now in truth, few people probably fall into the extremes of either method, and both can be used successfully. I fully plotted my third novel, Emprise, in advance, as it was the conclusion of a trilogy, and I was determined that 100% of the plot lines would close. That is the great benefit of plotting, being able to analyze plot lines in advance, and construct your story so that it is fluid and logical.

It’s also the trap. For some, it’s too easy to start thinking of the outline as your story. The story isn’t written until you write it, and much of it will be in your head before you ever sit down to the computer. Even the most detailed outline should be considered a guide, not a prison. Rigid plotters sometimes overthink so much they are filling in their story’s blanks to the exclusion of imagination.

Pantsers, in the extreme, sit in front of the computer, and make shit up. They let the characters guide the story, moving from one scene to the next without a pre-designed flow. Often, they don’t know what the ending will be until they get there. Plotters, in contrast, often write the ending before they begin the book.

The trap here is easy to see. You can be a Stephen King, 900 pages into a (600-page) book, with no clear way of shutting down the story. (If you’re King, you’re also too big for an editor to back you down.) A less skilled (and most of us are) writer will discover s/he has painted him or herself into a corner. The result is backtracking, massive editing, and often, choppy and uneven writing. Why? Underthinking. You can’t make up a 75,000-word story on the fly and expect it to hold together. Want to know why 1st drafts suck? That’s why.

I’m not talking about wordsmanship when I say choppy writing; I’m referring to pace. I can often tell a pantser’s book because the pacing is uneven. There will be a section rife with action: one, two, three  chapters in a row of chills. And then, suddenly, we’re hit with 50 pages of backstory dialogue at a party. Why? Because the author hadn’t thought in advance how long to be in each scene. That’s the plotting part.

It also leads us to how to use bits of plotting to shore up your work without getting bogged down or ruining your flow. Let’s be scientific here for a minute. If you are a natural pantser, you will likely never shift to the plotter mode. Why? Because it’s determined by your brain and personality type. Plotters are what Carl Jung and Myers-Briggs calls Judging types, who naturally organize their environment. *Bill raises his hand again. They plot, because it helps them to manage the world. Plotters write in Word, because they knew the outline in advance. Pantsers are the Sensing type, who do precisely the opposite. They navigate the world by maximizing their flexibility. Plotting restricts and stresses them. Pantsers write using tools like Jutoh, so they can move whole chapters or sections around after they’re written, according to what feels right.

So, how do you get the benefit of both methods – to know where the story will go, and roughly how to get there, without stopping to use the bloody road map? Easy.

There is a hybrid method. I first began to merge the two in writing short stories, where there is insufficient space for a long plot. Although a natural plotter, I began to see the advantages of letting the story lead – most of all, having the plot twist all of its own accord. More on plot twists tomorrow, but suffice it to say that when you have no pre-conceived ideas for a story (or a chapter) your imagination is freer. It’s writing by brainstorming.

After a few short stories, I tried my hybrid method on a longer piece – my 400+ page science fiction novel, Hard as Roxx. Roxx was the perfect vehicle, as much of the story takes place “on the road,” with things happening to the characters that they have to deal with. As a result, the book would remain fluid even if the lack of heavy plotting bounced Roxx and her kids from episode to episode. I spent more time choreographing the fight scenes than outlining the novel.

So what did I learn from the process? That some structure is almost imperative, for any work much above 5,000 words, unless you are fine with doing a lot of moving around during editing. But too much structure limits the imagination in ways you may not have intended. At a minimum, I’d recommend the following as a hybrid, limited-plotting method.

1. Know who the main character is. This doesn’t have to be very detailed, just enough in your head that the MC is well rounded and consistent. Of course they will grow in your story, and they should, but don’t make them an introvert in chapter 1 and the life of the party in chapter 3.

2. Have some idea of the ending. You can change the details later. However, you should have a good enough idea so that you know when your story is over. (That will already put you ahead of some writers who end too soon or too late.) Sure, you can expect the ending be happy when you’re plotting and then kill all the bitches off at the end, but at least you’ll know it was the end.

3. Decide how long (in words) you want the story to be up front. DO NOT start writing until you decide. You may change (as I have) from a short story to a novelette if you’ve guessed wrong, but you’ll very quickly know your original idea wasn’t workable and be able to adjust before you build yourself walls you can’t overcome.

4. Think in terms of quarters. 1st 25% – we learn the basic story line; the main “what if” or problem is identified. Next 50% – we learn the story and stuff happens to the hero; subplots form. Last 25% – the climax and resolution of plot lines. Don’t think this is important? Watch any of your favorite 60-minute TV dramas. I bet you that the climax happens with precisely 15 minutes to go (right before the last commercial break). The formula not only works, readers come to expect it, even without realizing it.

5. If you have a fun idea, run with it. It’s your story. Not only should you not worry about changing your mind, you should be worried if you don’t. You may write a minor character who’s more interesting than your main ones, and find her taking over the book. Let her; she’s a natural star. You may add to your story, on impulse, a puppy that  a neighbor tried to give you that day, and find your readers “love” that puppy (*cough, Apache!). Give the puppy more work. *Bill raises his hand for the last time.

The point of the exercise is to discover that having some structure is positive and it needn’t get in the way of the story. My web serial is being written with no advanced plotting at all. However, the hybrid method still works, because when I get an idea, it’s easy to plan the next chapter using the method I just laid out.

Give it a try and let me know how you made out.

Don't get pantsed

Don’t get pantsed

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Skip Tracer, part 5

part 4

Two of Frank’s co-workers strode out of the garage, each wearing gray coveralls covered in grease. Between the pair, I estimated an extra sixty pounds of belly fat. They’d likely have heart attacks before they caused me much consternation. By the time they showed up, I had Frank restrained, holding his hands behind his back. From what I knew of Frank, I’d not expected resistance, so I didn’t have time to pull out my handcuffs.

“You alright out here, Frank?” asked the older of the two, all the while glaring at me.

I pulled out what’s mostly a fake badge, meant to create an air of authority, and showed it to them. “My name’s Ed Daley, and I represent Mr. Taylor’s ex-wife and children. Mr. Taylor here has gotten in arrears in his child support. He and I are having a little negotiation session as to his repayment schedule.”

The older man’s face drew into a deep scowl. “Dammit, Frank, you told me you took care of that.”

“I’ve been trying to get a check in the mail. Just got a little behind this month.”

“Mr. Taylor hasn’t made a payment in over twenty months,” I corrected.

The two fat men frowned and shook their heads in a kind of pudgy man choreography. “You’re on your own here, Frank,” said the older man. You need to take care of them kids. Tammy can’t do ever’thing on her own.” He stopped and poked a fat finger in Frank’s chest. Them’s my grandbabies. You best make things right.” Both men spun on their heels in unison and returned to their card game. I noted that Frank’s father made no effort to contribute to his grandbabies’ care before he left.

Most apples rot right near the tree, my daddy always said.

I tried to get Frank in the car, mainly just to calm him down so we could talk. Instead, as I was loading him in, he shot out a leg and kicked Apache square in the side. The little fella gave out a hearty yelp, and I was in such shock a man would kick such a cute little dog, that for a moment, I just stood there gawking as he took off down the dusty road. I let him have his run, but only because my little buddy was crying up a storm. I felt bad for getting him hurt; no man left behind and all that.

After a couple of minutes, I got Apache calmed, and we jumped in the ‘67 and chased old Frankie down. You should have heard that puppy bark. He wanted a piece of Frank bad. That ended up being a bit of good fortune, as Frank turned out to be deathly afraid of dogs.

Afraid of spiders, sure. But puppies? For crying out loud.

In any case, Frank and I negotiated awhile by an abandoned feed store, aided by Apache’s intense interest in Frank’s nether regions. Lucky for him, the puppy was way too short to reach anything important. We went back and forth for a time, before I was able to closeout negotiations with a boot to the back of Frank’s skinny ass. Most of the discussion was made via my fist to Frank’s face, but all too much involved his biting the bucktoothed shit out of me. Frank couldn’t scrap worth a damn, but those teeth were lethal. By 2:30, we were at the local Chevy dealer, trading in Frank’s 2010 Camaro for cash. He could have gotten more selling it directly, but I was in a hurry. It didn’t net the full $12K, but it was close enough to make my client happy.

Part 6 on Sunday, 26 May 2013.

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mirrored

 

 

 

 

oily mirror.
silver tarnished.
reflects nothing but
the stains you left
behind.

time to let you go.

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Skip Tracer – 4

Part 4 of Skip Tracer. Part 3

I choked a little, but managed to regain my composure before I made a fool of myself. Mina gave me a pretty intense look that I couldn’t read. Maybe she thought I was a wimp for not jumping on her offer right away. I wanted to take that tour, believe me. In fact, I wanted to buy all her tour tickets and tour my ass off. But I was on the clock and it was ticking. Nonetheless, I found myself posing a little, subtly letting my shoulders flex as I leaned against my car. Years of weight training and three tours in Afghanistan left me in decent shape. I figured I looked just about as tough as a man could look while holding a six-week-old puppy … that was licking his face.

Mina’s eyes narrowed at first, but then she smiled, slipped on her sandals, and turned towards my now-vacant room. When she walked, her hips didn’t so much sway as they did sing, and I knew the tune by heart. “Just give me a call if you want to take that tour. I left a card with my number on your car’s windshield.”

I reminded myself for a full minute that I was on a case and could not follow her into that room. Then two more minutes. “I’ll do that,” I eventually said to the empty space where she’d been standing. I fought off the urge to pick up the prints her bare feet left, climbed in the Camaro, and Apache and I headed out to work.

***

 I found Frank right where folks at the bar said he’d be – at a beat down garage with a sign proclaiming the name “Ridgley Motors” over the words “Harley’s Texaco” that were still visible as faded paint stenciled on the old brick. It was a small shop, with just two bays and as many pumps. Inside was dark and empty, except for a small cloud of cigarette smoke, and a pair of mechanics playing cards on a rickety table. Outside, there were five or six wrecks of cars, none of which I reasoned were worth more than parts. Apparently, the staff at the shop agreed, since no one was working on any of them. I approached a tall, wiry beaver-toothed man I instantly recognized as my target. He was standing outside, on a break from doing nothing inside.

“Frank Taylor?”

“Who wants to know?”

I exhaled, suppressing the urge to smack him. I was holding Apache and scratching the back of his neck and didn’t want to set a bad example. “Mr. Taylor, I represent the interests of your ex-wife in …” It was as far as I got before he took a swing at me. I managed to twist my torso in time, avoiding his fist, released Apache, grabbed the back of Frank’s head with my free hand, and introduced his face to the brick wall.

Apache started to growl, probably because the man interrupted his neck scratching. By now, I really like this pup. I set Apache down, and he quickly set off chewing on now-gap-toothed Frank’s pants cuff.

“Call your damned dog off me!” His voice was a high, lispy whine and he was dancing a country jig, trying to shake off Apache while holding his bleeding mouth with one hand. I jerked Apache’s leash once; he released Frank and looked up at me, panting, with love in his eyes.

A natural, this dog.

Part 5

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Skip Tracer Schedule

Okay, I’m still taking feedback as to how often people would be interested in reading the web serial, Skip Tracer, but it seems to be falling to between 2 and 3 times per week. I’ve also analyzed my blogs, and although it’s fairly close, I get the most viewers on this blog on Sundays, Mondays, and Wednesdays.

Therefore, to start, I will be posting updates of Skip Tracer on Mondays and Wednesdays. I will also slip in the occasional Sunday, at least to start, as I’ve a backlog of episodes I want to push out. I’m trying not to write too far ahead, but I tend to write while I’m walking, and I do that daily. You’d be surprised how much thinking you can get done in a 2-mile walk.

% of Weekly Views

% of Weekly Views

In any case, I have also heard you when you say, “Decide, but let people know.” With that in mind, I have created a Google Schedule of updates, which you can see on my Skip Tracer page above. Any changes to the schedule will be posted via the Google calendar. It’s a public calendar, so if you’re so inclined, you can even link to it.

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The page has the actual clickable calendar, with the ability to look ahead, view more details, or jump to the Google calendar itself. I may use more features in weeks to come, depending on your (and my) interest.

Thanks for the feedback, and I hope you enjoy the serial!

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every morning, when u rise

every morning, when you rise
they’ll shout the gloom and whisper hope.
but truth is what your heart accepts,
hear the whispers and you’ll cope.

every morning, when you rise
bruised and battered, full of fail
sing the song that susurrates,
“nine times fallen, next time sail.”

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