Saturday, 28 July 2012

Start writing fiction

Start writing fiction


Introduction


This unit looks at how characters might be drawn and how setting is established. It works on the different levels of characterisation, from flat to round, and how character and place interact. It also works on the effect of genre and how genre can be used.

The main teaching material in this unit is taken from an existing publication, The Fiction Writer's Workshop by Josip Novakovich (1995).

Novakovich is an award-winning writer (of short stories mainly), who teaches fiction writing at the University of Cincinnati. His chapters on ‘Character’ and ‘Setting’ are included within this unit. I'll indicate when you should read these extracts and I'll also outline the listening and writing activities that accompany them.

This unit is split into the following sections:

  • Character
  • Setting - A particular part of space, described and identified with certain characteristics and qualities, possibly named, though by no means necessarily real.
  • Genre - A literary or artistic type or style, e.g. thriller or romance.

This material is from our archive and is an adapted extract from Start writing fiction (A174) which is no longer taught by The Open University.

Learning outcomes


By the end of this unit you should:

  • have begun to identify your own strengths and weaknesses as a writer of fiction;
  • have developed a general awareness of fiction writing;
  • have developed a basic vocabulary to discuss fiction.
Block 2 Character, setting and genre


Fiction Writer’s Workshop


Josip Novakovich

Source: Novakovich, J. (1995) Fiction Writer’s Workshop, Cincinnati,

Ohio: Story Press, Character’, pp.48–66; ‘Setting, pp.25–42.


Character


Most people read fiction not so much for plot as for company. In a good

piece of fiction you can meet someone and get to know her in depth, or

you can meet yourself, in disguise, and imaginatively live out and

understand your passions. The writer William Sloan thinks it boils down to

this: ‘‘Tell me about me. I want to be more alive. Give me me.’’

If character matters so much to the reader, it matters even more to the

writer. Once you create convincing characters, everything else should

easily follow. F. Scott Fitzgerald said, ‘‘Character is plot, plot is character.’’
 
But, as fiction writer and teacher Peter LaSalle has noted, out of character,

plot easily grows, but out of plot, a character does not necessarily follow.

To show what makes a character, you must come to a crucial choice that

almost breaks and then makes the character. The make-or-break decision

gives you plot. Think of Saul on the way to Damascus: While persecuting

Christians, he is blinded by a vision; after that, he changes, becomes St.

Paul, the greatest proselyte. Something stays the same, however; he is

equally zealous, before and after. No matter what you think of the story of

Paul’s conversion, keep it in mind as a paradigm for making a character.


Of course, not all characters undergo a crucial change. With some

Characters, their unchangeability and constancy makes a story. In ‘‘Rust,’’

my story about the sculptor-turned-tombstone-maker, everything (the

country, family, town) changes, except the character. Even his body

collapses, but his spirit stays bellicose and steadfast. Here he is, at work:

He refused to answer any more of my questions. His hands

- with thick cracked skin and purple nails from hammer

misses picked up a hammer. Veins twisted around his

stringy tendons so that his tendons looked like the emblem

for medicine. He hit the broadened head of the chisel,

bluish steel cutting into gray stone, dust flying up in a

sneezing cloud. With his gray hair and blue stubbly cheeks

he blended into the grain of the stone – a stone with a pair

of horned eyebrows. Chiseling into the stone, he wrestled

with time, to mark and catch it. But time evaded him like a

canny boxer. Letting him cut into rocks, the bones of the

earth, Time would let him exhaust himself.

Seven years later I saw him. His face sunken. His body had

grown weaker. Time had chiseled into his face so steadily

that you could tell how many years had passed just by

looking at the grooves cutting across his forehead. But the

stubbornness in his eyes had grown stronger. They were

larger, and although ringed with milky-gray cataracts,

glaringly fierce.

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Thursday, 26 July 2012

LIsten very carefully idiot!!

T is now in intensive care. My dad said "listen very carefully!", in a condescending and sharp tone. "Do you know what intensive care means?"
"Yes"
"What does it mean then?"
"Exactly that, intensive care. I'm not stupid dad"
Without acknowledging my last comment he explained that T is in a critical condition, in a bed right by the nurses station and condescendingly described that a nurses is station is where the nurses sit. "She managed to slip out and started to take a shower but slipped and has now broken her arm, in two places. I cannot understand ....." and he trailed off.
But he continued "Why can't I get hold of you. I phoned and you were on the other line"
"Look dad, I work very long hours to ensure I have enough money. This means I leave at 6:45 and I get home between 20:00 and 20:30. Why are you angry with me, I don't understand?"
At some point he did say sorry. And then again maybe once or twice more, certainly towards the end of the conversation and even said he felt better for talking all his anger out. His anger with the nurses, the consultants, the errors. I said he must be scared. He said yes in a hurry as if not really saying yes and covering the semi-question semi-posit of a suggestion.
Basically her creatinine levels are at 700. Now he tells me that his are high at 100 and prior to his kidney transplant he repeatedly asked me to remember him slumping into his plate when his creatinine levels were this high. I said yes but to be honest I don't remember that precise detail. I do remember him being so thin and two "death lines" as my mum referred to them, in his neck at the back. I remember him looking pale and very ill indeed. I remember him once saying that all he wanted for Christmas was two good kidneys and me crying.
Anyway this is very high and now she needs an operation on her arm. It seems that she has been given the wrong medication twice. This was first in connection with a heart problem but I'm not sure what the second error was or when it occurred. Is it an error that T slipped out to take a shower. Shouldn't she know better herself? My dad said she was hallucinating at the weekend. He laughed because she thought dad was James Bond and her daughter was the producer filming them. God how I hate that there is this relationship between them. What does it mean about the relation ship with my mum. It seems to invalidate my mum. I can empathise with clients and friends fro divorced families and the complexities of new families. I feel so angry at my mum being eradicated from my perception. People don't care though. They make themselves move on and forget how children are affected. And even as adult children there is an affect.
He talked about his anger with the NHS and how unbelievable the situation is. And finally he said that he felt better. I responded "sometimes it can help to talk even if it doesn't change the situation.
"I think I'll be able to sleep now" he seemed hopeful. And he apologised again. Oh he enquired at that time when it might be easiest to get in contact with me. I reiterated my long days. He asked about the situation at work with the mad boss. Bloody hell I recall a few things JB told me about my dad at work. Completely off the wall. Beating a sales rep up in a doorway and JB needing to stop him. Alarming. My dad has a raging fury inside of him. And I have often been the brunt of him getting it out. That's not acceptable anymore.
It feels good to have stood up for myself. Other than that I have nasty thoughts about T's situation. I feel very sad for her and hope that God will take care of her. The evil part of me is even too difficult to state. I can't believe I will write this as it is so vile. I don't care if she dies. It's also not true. I hope she survives and gets well. I am worried though about my dad. He will find this so troubling to stand and deal with. And at his age I suspect it will knock him. As much as I hate it that he dealt with my mums death easier which is probably not true. Instead of dealing with it he remarried.
I am scared for him and his health. I am scared for him having to exert all this energy when really he needs it simply to stay calm and alive. I am scared of his death when nothing is resolved. And the changes I've made will be all too late.
It hurts deep inside of me. A deep sadness that will never ever leave me.

Me, me, me. My belly feels so full and solid after eating. It's been remarked upon how much food I am eating
4oz protein
6oz vegetable
6oz salad
6oz rice
1 tablespoon dressing
6oz yoghurt
1 fruit
And this is twice a day plus breakfast.
I get so fed up with people then fixing, changing, controlling. All I want them to do is listen. I am intolerant of the stepping in to say well that's too little or too much. It is what it is and I do not people to tell me.

Oh and the feeling of sensationalism is a strange phenomenon. Today I Knaphill I passed police tapes and a number of police vehicles. Later I learnt via PD that there had been a shooting. There is this sort of excitable feeling that I was there and this is national news. It's so strange. All I did was pass by some things. I was inquisitive to know and then when I found out this feeling was there. What is this sensationalism and why does it occur.


Police shoot man in Woking

Press Association
  • guardian.co.uk,
  • Armed police and bomb disposal units called to property after reports of man intending to harm himself and others
    A man is being treated in hospital after he was shot by police at a property in Surrey.
    Armed response units were called to an address in Knaphill, Woking, just after 10pm on Wednesday night following reports that a man was armed and was intending to harm himself and others, Surrey police said.
    Bomb disposal experts also attended over concerns that explosives may have been inside the property in Oak Tree Road.
    A police cordon was set up and a number of residents were evacuated from their homes.
    The man, in his 40s, was later shot at the scene before being taken to St George's hospital in Tooting, police said. It is not known how serious his injuries are.
    Another man, in his 30s, was arrested and remains in police custody.
    Officers also recovered a firearm from the scene. It has yet to be examined by experts.
    Police said they were not looking for anyone else in connection with the incident and have referred the shooting to the Independent Police Complaints Commission.

    Bliss
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    Wednesday, 25 July 2012

    Down mouthed

    Things at work are so quiet and organised and things are getting done within the groups. I feel sad though that it's only a two week reprieve and then L is back. We are finding it difficult to stop moaning and groaning about her.
    I wonder why God you are giving me this lesson? To be grateful in the moment? I suppose it's not the worst of challenges a human may have to face and I can be grateful of that. Wow! I am not sure I could cope in the face of some life challenges people have to face and deal with. So what it it I am really struggling with in the greater scheme of things. And yet I can feel so unhappy and a sense of dread.
    Just the difficulty of negotiating around another human being that I seem to come into conflict with on many levels.
    I do wish to bring to supervision the throwing of the board rubber. Wholly inappropriate and just how unhappy I feel on a daily basis there when L is there. Is that appropriate? Isn't that what supervision is for as well as the clinical element. I would like to talk about the client I am seeing ie K for one and her situation at home being an inconvenience to her.
    Feeling bloated in my tummy. I wouldn't think for a minute an extra 2 ounces per day of rice would do anything but I truly do feel bloated and my tummy has become all rounded. Oh and occasionally I have fetl sick, nauseous. And my eyes keep stinging and watering.
    I feel full up all of the time with food. It never seems to go away.
    I am tired. Late shift finishing around 21:00 yesterday. 2 sessions after work this evening and 1 scheduled for tomorrow after work with a grieving, angry, scared lady who is not aware of the enormity of her feelings. She so needs an inpatient stay.
    I missed my meeting this evening because of working late. I had to concede and also to eat my meal.
    I feel an empty hole of some sort. Not sure what is missing or happening. Please God help me to stay safe and if I am meant to know please show me what I need to do.

    That's it folks!

    Bliss
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    Tuesday, 24 July 2012

    My first thought ...

    Go with it. Roll, Bliss. Swerve.
    The "unexpected" is just my way of preparing you for more than you knew to ask for.
    Bounce back, serpentine, 2-step -
        The Universe

    .... is usually my addict thoughts. Meanness and greed were the motivators behind the first thoughts when my dad was telling me about his wife. Promiscuity or lust, pride (lack of esteem), gluttony and fear were behind my thoughts involving D on Saturday evening.
    And throughout my life I have defined myself by these first thoughts. As my sponsor reminds me I am so full of self-hatred and turn on myself at every given opportunity.
    How fortunate I am that I received phone calls back from people I'd called out to yesterday. S called and was the person who suggested that my first thought is going to be the addict. But it doesn't define me. That's the ill part of me but what I do next says a lot more about me. I am acknowledging the thoughts and then praying for T and praying for K and D. I am not acting out on my first thought, in fact the opposite and so my third and forth thoughts also say a lot about me. I am wholesome, not a one dimensional addict.
    And as for some surprises Unoverse, they have been complete swerve balls as I often hear people say. I was not expecting my dad to call adn say T was in a coma. And not expecting myself to question whether I believe him or not. And then the speeding camera's, and my Uncle dying and and and. Phew. But all I can do is go with this flow. I feel momentarily overwhelmed and then coe back to wondering what I am supposed to do other than learn where there are lessons obvious to me and change damaging behaviours or attitudes or thoughts. What more can I do? Nothing.. Pray for guidance and trust. I'm doing that to the best of my ability. Thank you God.
    Thank you S for your wide and gentle words. Thank you G for the phone calls.
    So lessons I can learn. Stop being complacent regarding sticking to speed limits! This is crucial. I cannot afford the fines and cannot afford to lose my licence. Furthermore it is the law and it's there for a purpose. The places are residential and people deserve the respect of caution.
    Lavishness is not a luxury I can afford. I need to practise frugality. I start keeping a note of expenditure but I do not continue with it, denying this issue I have completely. Another call I received this morning brought this matter up. And the financial insecurity is so ugly. The fear it evokes is paralysing. It is terror, the high end of fear. I am praying to be released from it. But praying means action. OK from today I will practise the discipline of writing everything down that I spend. I have the Little Black Book to do this in and need to carry it at all times. I can leave my food plan book behind but this is a slightly different discipline.
    It's so much nicer to acknowledge that I don't know how I feel about L's death last year and Uncle B's death recently announced. I really have detached from family for whatever reason and still have no inclination to be more involved and yet want the attachment as well. This is a peculiar situation. But the distance leaves me with a sort of numbness. I was fond of Uncle B and I think he was fond of me. I truly appreciated his generosity in paying for my hotel accommodation for N's wedding and sort of enfolding me into their family when my dad and T were so frosty. Wow that hurt.
    I have fond memories of Christmases with their family and I really like N, my cousins company. I was always in awe of the beautiful L, cousin. She was fun and lively and so so pretty. I always thought R, cousin, was sort of uncomfortable, in the wrong skin somehow. I hope he finds a way to be himself in his latter years. He's in his 60's now and has been caring for his parents forever in one way or another. Auntie B is still alive but in a home as she is struggling with dementia and can no longer look after herself. Thank goodness they had the means to pay for this care for both Aunt and Uncle in the end. Their wealth didn't buy them health but bought them care support at least.

    M is going for her interview at West Dean today. I am jealous but not envious.
    File:Théodore Géricault hiena de Salpêtrière.jpg
    Portrait of a Woman Suffering from Obsessive Envy
    Jean Louis Théodore Géricault (1791–1824

    Envy (also called invidiousness) is best defined as a resentful emotion that "occurs when a person lacks another's (perceived) superior quality, achievement or possession and wishes that the other lacked it.
    And then jealousy is wanting it too?

    I'd love to have the courage to do what she is doing. The studying at a bricks and mortar uni then going forward to do the MA. I am studying psychology though and feel a lacking of the creative arts within that. I want to achieve my degree and then consider what I do next. perhaps an MA in something creative to develop my skills? Who knows/. God help to guide me around this.
    Anyway I am very excited for M. She has submitted her novel, well the first chapters written as a part of her dissertation for her degree.
    My financial insecurity stops me. My fear of the future too. I am too old surely to take that kind of a risk.
    But how wonderful that I can be encouraging and support M. She is taking the action to get something she believes she wants and if it's right then it shall be provided. Good for her.

    OK I think I'm all written out for the time being. I feel tired already. I went to bed around 23:20 - far too late. I had intentions of doing a lot this morning. Reading, writing, sketching. I love these mornings off but then I often spend time writing. I wonder if it is all so essential and then I like to record my thoughts. It's there, it's committed thoughts. I don't know if it's too much. I have walked LouLou this morning and spoken with FA kins and been texting with M and prepared my meals and emails with J to arrange to meet when she visits from Spain. Oh a R is visiting too. All these people that I thought were no longer contacting me have.
    Furthermore, my lack in self confidence is challenged when an ex client from several years ago has asked for a couple of 1:1's and a current client ran over to hug me tightly at the end of the farewell session. A 1:1 client has been referred to me from Dr F. Hmm I hope to keep it in balance though and not let this go to my head as then I come to earth with a thudding crash and brokenness all around. I smile at myself for the first thought is hatred and then I can slow down, become more gentle and acknowledge that it's all learning. I am slowly moving away from the destructive way of being.
    Thank you God.
    I feel a degree of serenity despite all the life things occurring.
    I trust that the right paths are there to be revealed to me when I open my eyes. I now just need to have faith in God that I will be OK money or no money, job or no job, friends or nor friends, in illness and death, with or without anything. Please God I pray to really hold that faith close and action my faith.
    Thank you God for being there.
    My God is not a religious God. IN fact I really have no idea what my God is. It's enormity itself. Not powering over me or ruling anything. Simply there as an energy force that is almost inexplicable. If there is a plan it's not planned out. It is what it is with a million and one paths to choose from and any single one of them is the right one. None of them bad. What is gained from them is down to the humanness in me.
    I pray to follow Gods spirit. To be free of the bondage of self and to do the best thing for self and others. Please God show me what and how.
    Thank you.
    Thank you for my abstinence yesterday and please help me to remain abstinent today.
    Oh I have lost more weight and so my grains have increased to 6 oz. It feels frightening and there is a sort of false pride attached to losing weight unintentionally. I feel OK despite a few people thinking I look too thin. I don't look sexy but perhaps I am right-sized. I am following instructions from my sponsor though and that's what matters. I am not taking things into my own hands.
    119.7 pounds this morning. The lowest I think was about 120 pounds. My sponsor suggests putting on a couple of pounds and not being able to afford to lose anymore.
    I agree.

    Bliss
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    Monday, 23 July 2012

    Shoulding all over myself

    Hooray! L is on annual leave for 2 weeks. The office is so different already. We are getting the work done and with ease. I can feel my control slipping in here and there. I feel taken advantage of sometimes when S wants time off. Somehow I don't always trust her in this but that's probably me wanting something other people have. That happens. This is jealousy. They can't have it if I can't have it ind of thinking. Ugly. I'm aware of it and was able to graciously bless her need. I can manage and do that as a nice thing to do for her.
    Gawd! What a phone call I've just received from my dad. His wife is in a coma in intensive care he informed me. He sound all very practical. I've heard that voice before. I hate it that he has feelings for T.
    I am very concerned about my dad. Hitting his head apparently and him getting the NSPCA and NHS confused. or was he playing mind games? I think he thinks he's suggested meeting up or that I will suggest we meet up and by claiming medical things it gives him the excuse not to meet. It would hurt but I'd rather he be honest. Then of course I have the ammunition to be in self pity too. Ugly! This way though I get scared and worry or distrust. It's confusing.
    When my dad was telling me about T the evil side of me was disappointed to know that the prognosis is good and that she will recover. I really hate that I think this way at all. It's nasty. God please bring T comfort and good health. Please help me to really mean this. Another thought is inheritance, a gleeful glint in my eye. Yuch! How I hate the financial insecurity in me and the way it manifests into greed and meanness. Please God can you help me to be acceptant of my situation or guide me how to change the situation. But mostly please remove the horrible defects of greed and avarice.
    Why do I feel and think this way? Anger? Hurt? Grief?
    I've now shared it a little, owning my feelings and thoughts. I feel ashamed of them. It's horrible.
    How on earth can I express my disappointment about not knowing about my Uncle B's death or being able to attend the funeral? It just seems the wrong timing. I can be selfless in this way and I've shared my anger about it with my sponsor and others. I can take the action of sending a card to my cousins and offer my number if they'd lie to call at some point. I must get three cards and phone N for their address.
    It would be bad timing and selfish and bad taste to express my needs right now.

    What else? Dissatisfaction with where I live and what I am doing in my life. It somehow seems devoid of what I want and yet I don't know what I want. So God, please guide me as to what action I need to take. I have a real sense that it is to stand still right now. Focus on studying for my degree. Get my accreditation done. Nope it's still not touched. What the hell am I doing?
    I want it all.
    I feel that I would like to be doing something creative like my friends. Somehow it has a real pull for me. But I often want to be doing things others are doing and creating dissatisfaction with what I have and am doing. The grass is always greener as my mum would say.
    Oh and grr at me - two speed cameras catching in a 30 mph zone doing 36mph and today over 40mph. I only just sent the forms for the last one off today. I am so frustrated with myself as this is money I cannot afford not to mention the points on my licence and then next year the impact this has on my car insurance. Noises of frustration reverberating around my head - a sort of groan grunt!!

    But this evening I've had a number of calls from FA people. I've expressed different things whilst chatting to them. It doesn't take any of it away. Fear, sadness, confusion, insecurity, anger, annoyance, resentment, impatience, frustration. The  tiredness and self hatred to boot. Phew a Molotov cocktail. Is that ow Molotov is spelt? I have no idea. And I realise my hearing of sounds is diabolical and apparently this is a common trait of dyslexia. But to be honest within my psychology studies there are many diagnoses that list symptoms which could cut across many other diagnoses. So there is nothing finite about most illnesses and diseases. Having acknowledged that I have mental illness there would be likely to be many other symptoms that could belong to this label or that label. The fact is that I cannot hear sounds too well. And therefore the solution is to find ways as T did with the pronunciation of her name .. O = or. Fascinating phonics.
    I told T about the D situation on Saturday and other T too. I sent a text to M about my dad. I told T and T about work oh and V too. I have not said that I have gone from feeling right-sized to feeling fat all within an hour. I feel swollen up. But I am slim, I know that.
    Oh and I talked to T about my sorrow when thinking about losing LouLou. Seeing her getting older is so distressing. I wonder how distressed by ageing she is. She's looking worn in her eyes. She's only 13. I cannot bear the thought of her not being here anymore even though she doesn't really sit with me anymore. She really is at home and close to G. A was trying to defend against that. I'm not sure why i.e. whether it is to protect my feelings or to avoid ending up with LouLou more permanently. I would not wish to ever do that.

    What a beautifully sunny and hot day. They say here this evening as we made the final shift from day into night was deep blue. A sparkling waxing moon. Oddly it is waxing and yet I could have sworn it was presenting from a waning moon side. Now that's weird. I'll miss it tomorrow as I'm working Aftercare and I get home well after 10pm. I will try to be out of the door swiftly.

    Oh confidence boosters - an ex client ha called asking for a couple of 1:1's. And a current client leaving today rushed over to get a hug from me. I didn't even get to stand up fully before she was clamped around me. Apparently I said some things she really took on board. It's so useful and helpful to my self confidence which is low.
    And not to mention the opportunity to earn some extra money when I will certainly need it to pay speeding fines. Ugh!!!

    I think that's all. JB is producing his music. It's a project and really encouraging to hear him so enthusiastic. Worrying too that he will crash and burn if he doesn't get the balance right. He's continuing with some of the voluntary work. I admire him for finally getting going.

    Right it really is way past my hour of bed time. Sleep well and until the next time
    AU REVOIR
    Bliss
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