Tag Archives: plotting

The way you tell ‘em

Can you tell a joke? I find it’s not that easy.

You heard this particular joke a while back. It’s a good joke and  you think you remember how it goes and so off you go. ‘Listen to this one,’ you say. But half way through you realise it’s not going to work because you’ve somehow given away part of the punch-line. Or you get all the way to the end and discover the punch-line won’t work because you’ve missed some vital detail along the way. Either way there’s a fair chance that for the joke to work you’re going to have to start telling it all over again, from the beginning.

Well a novel is a tad longer than the average joke, and not necessarily comical, but in terms of the plot it works in much the same way. The information has to be revealed in just the right order and at just the right pace or it won’t work. And if when you get to the end, or even half way through, you find your joke is falling flat, it’s a very long way back to the start.

Stand-up comedy, anyone?

 

Of snow and spreadsheets

I’ve only ever read one title from Snowbooks (it could have been two but a gargantuan tome on Schuman defeated me)and that’s the admirable Needle in the Blood, but I do think their blog is excellent. There’s something added every day (including weekends!) and it’s always worth a look. Tuesday was no exception with Emma providing a fascinating insight into the life of a small publisher. As I guess is the case in most small businesses, the productivity of individual staff is prodigious – also the enthusiasm. I left a comment but didn’t dare ask if they have got around to viewing my own submission, entered last July  (oops- January!)
 I’m sure they are doing all they can and as, unlike some, they do send out rejections, I guess it’s just a question of time!

Meanwhile blogging is very much in the background as I wrestle (some more) with Ailsa’s story. I’ve had a stab at a new opening and feel I am beginning to successfully reimagine (great word, Jane!) the whole thing. But next week I’m off for a one-to-one tutorial at Bristol Uni where my plot will be subjected to the scrutiny of Our Course Leader, so until then it’s at least one double maths session each day. Since I’ve never got the hang of plotting on index cards, I’m currently grappling with a Word table which looks like going 3D or at least full colour any minute now. I even found myself considering using Excel.
What kind of madness is this?

The plot thickens (and frustrates)

How I regret that in my life as a reader I’ve paid so little attention to plot. Ask me about any novel that’s stuck in my mind and I’m likely to tell you about the characters the settings or the general situation, and when I sat down to write New History that’s all I thought I needed: characters and the situation that brings them together. How wrong could I be? However crucial the characters are (and they are) none of it will work without a plot, or rather a whole set of plots that will keep those people together (or apart) for as long as it takes to resolve their difficulties, and all the while respecting the characters we started with in the first place. Then there’s the whole information thing. Having decided the actual train of events, we have to work who knows what and when, into which we must also factor in the reader, i.e. how much does the writer reveal or conceal to keep him/her turning the pages. In this respect every novel, I have decided, is a detective novel.

If only I read more detective fiction!