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February 2004 - Issue 59 The Writer as an Actor ALSO... Visit EmporiumGazette.com We have our guidelines available for your convenience and have posted our planned monthly themes so you can submit your writing to us. Even our back issues are available. Sign up to receive the Emporium Gazette monthly.
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In this issue: You, The Character, The Actor: Bringing Your Villain To Life Charismatic Characters Finding Time To Write From Another Angle The God Makers
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You have a story spinning in your head. Before you place any of it on paper, take time and create a detailed description of your character. Add all the elements you feel will be necessary in making your hero come to life in the minds of the reader. Then write your story. * * * * * If you have a quick or interesting way to break that writer's block and get your creative juices flowing, with it and we'll share it with others as a challenge.
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You, The Character, The Actor: Exactly what is a "believable character" and why is it so important? Addressing the last part first is easy. If your character is as flimsy as cardboard, your reader will quickly lose interest. That doesn't mean the person has to be strong or the lead. Every character in your story needs to be able to stand on his or her own merits. A "walk-on" character is exactly that; a person who comes into your scene, does something and then disappears from the story. Now the rest of your story's cast must have character to be one. What is a believable character? He is one that has struck a chord inside your reader. They have identified or embraced that character and care about what happens. Exactly what does this mean? I finished reading Melanie Rawn's "Dragon Prince" series. Her characters came alive and danced inside my mind. I kept turning the pages to find out what happened next. Were the characters real? Yes and no. They weren't real in the sense that they actually existed, but yes, they were real within my mind. I cared. I was so involved with their lives and situations that when one character died, I actually had tears welling in my eyes. I was emotionally involved and I had lost a friend. I wiped my eyes and realized just how silly that was. It was then that I realized what had happened. Melanie Rawn had grabbed my soul with her characters and that was what I had to do if I wanted to be a writer. I'm sure you have read all the character development plans: eye and hair color, height, weight, skin tone and texture, sex, species, scars, likes and dislikes, etc. etc. etc. ad nauseum. You need more than physical features for a character. You need reality. Each person has weaknesses and strengths. Lock those down in your character but remember they can and should change as your story progresses. Another secret is that characters must also remain realistic throughout the story. Read the following three small passages and see if you can figure out the problem. Jeff placed in foot in the stirrup and lifted himself onto the horse's
back. Grabbing the broadsword with both hands, he glared at the oncoming dwarf. The princess had to be defended. His left hand gently pushed the princess behind him for protection as he lunged with the sword. Brad winked, his bright blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. They were subtle errors that I made in stories that I had written. What were they? If your character is on a horse, exactly how does he do three quick steps? How many hands does the swordsman have, assuming him to be human? If he is holding the sword with two hands, he can't use another to protect the princess. Finally, Brad has what color eyes? Bright blue? Can they be dark? You have to become the actor. When you write a scene, step through the motions and you'll quickly realize a possible impossibility. Your believable character just fell on his face in your reader's eyes. The more real your characters are in the reader's mind, the more believable they become. Any instance that makes the reader stop and think, or causes him to reread, creates a lost reader and thus hurts your story in the telling. Remember, actors don't change personas, personalities, traits and features in the blink of an eye unless they are putting in a contact lens. You'd better be acting out that scene. * * * * * R. S. Nailor is Poetry Editor and Production Manager for the Emporium Gazette. His manuscript, THREE STEPS: THE JOURNEYS OF AYROLD, is currently in the final stages of editing. He has short stories included in three ebook anthologies from 23House and numerous articles and poems elsewhere on the internet. You can visit him at Lore's Webs.
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JUDGE? Sue Long Turner is an award-winning author who has been writing professionally for more than forty years. "I kept three children and a goldfish fed writing for a variety of publications in addition to working full time for television and ad agencies. Now that I'm retired, I enjoy helping others do what I still love to do." Ms. Turner provides brief but thorough critiques for a reasonable fee or honorarium. Her comments are objective, encouraging to the experienced writer, and compassionate to the beginner. All categories, including poetry. Contact:
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From Another Angle Can Fictional Characters Become Human? The worth of a book is to be measured by If the reader remembers a character or characters with any emotional appeal, be it warmth, caring, revulsion, or cold shivers, the author has penned a memorable book with living actors. When you build such characters, there comes a point in the writing when they sit up and start to breathe on their own, according to Jack Hadkins. Scads of information on how to build characters wait online. Check out the many sources. Incidentally, I found a gem on creating high powered characters by Barbara Taylor Bradford. Alas, I lost it and couldn't locate it again. If any reader can find the article, I'd be most appreciative if you'd E-Mail it to me. A sitting judge, Barbara Rollins, fiction and nonfiction writer, takes a look inside the character's bedroom, purse or billfold, car, and office. Many surprises await the creator who will try this. Capstone Press recently released four books for children in grades 3 to 9 by Barbara with co-author, Michael Dahl: Ballistics, Cause of Death, Finger Print Evidence, and Bloody Evidence. An unforgettable last line, or within the work, preferably dialogue, is a trick of the craft that guarantees a worthwhile book or story for me. How about "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn?" At the time of filming Gone With The Wind, 1939, Hollywood Production Code determined what could and could not be revealed or said on screen. Rhett Butler's memorable last line raised red flags. Among the suggestions were "Frankly my dear . . . I just don't care," ". . . it makes my gorge rise," ". . . my indifference is boundless." Heard enough? Fortunately, Selznick elected to pay $5,000 fine and keep the original, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." Now that's worth repeating. "Hey, Stellaaaaaa!" Remember? Surely, it rings in your ear--Stanley Kowalski's repetitive call in Tennessee Williams' Streetcar Named Desire, starring Vivien Leigh and Marlon Brando. When I'm hunting a heart-tugging love story, my inner self turns to the book, Love Is A Many Splendored Thing and a line where Han Suyin shows her love and understanding of Mark Elliott, her journalist lover. "And on most Sunday afternoons he'll want to go on runabouts of his own." Sometime I'm going to memorize the rest of the paragraph. Would you like to join me in attempting to follow James Bryce's advice and write a story that measures up to the quoted examples? Perhaps the reader will carry away feelings of having read a worthwhile book with outstanding characters and a never-to-be-forgotten line or section. If we writers can do that, "Here's looking at you, kid!" Was Humphrey Bogart in Casa Blanca really the first to toss out that line? Whatever, it sounded best coming from him and now from us. * * * * * Susan Long Turner is co-author with Russ Turner of "Wings Born Out of Dust" which is available now from 23 House Publishing and is also available in trade paperbacks and hardback at other major online bookstores. Visit her Website
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The God Makers Once, in a land far away, there was a beautiful, young woman who had a small son. The woman's name was Akira-Ah, the Singer. Her voice was extremely melodic and when she sang, it is said that even the grass would listen. Akira-Ah climbed daily up the side of Hrusk-La-Mo to bathe in the mountain's cold and icy waters. She would carry Bahra, her son, strapped to her back. When she arrived at the stream's edge, Akira-Ah would nestle Bahra in some high grasses near the water then strip off all her clothes and bathe in the cooling waters. Listening to the rhythm of the waters as it cascaded and bubbled over and around the rocks, Akira-Ah created a new song that she would sing at the gathering of families. Akira-Ah listened to her song resonate within the chamber walls of the small cascade area, and smiled at the harmony. Her lilting voice carried into the lush growth of the jungle where a tigress, following the spoor of the beast that had killed her cubs, raised her head to listen. Fascinated by the sound, the tiger momentarily forgot her rage and padded towards the source. Finally the tigress came upon Akira-Ah as she emerged from the water with her long dark hair dripping. Seeing the tiger, Akira-Ah screamed for help then dashed into the luxuriant overgrowth of the jungle and back to her village. Left behind were her clothes and Bahra, hidden in the tall grasses. At that moment, Bahra awoke and began crying, startling the tigress. It moved cautiously towards the wailing baby and sniffed guardedly, then licked Bahra. The small child attempted to suckle the moist tongue and the tigress realized that the baby was hungry. She moved carefully into position and let Bahra nurse on her swollen teats. For many days the tigress nursed Bahra and Akira-Ah never returned assuming her child had been devoured by the tiger. Finally, hunters from the village decided that the tiger must be killed to appease the gods and allow proper rites for the soul of poor Bahra. When the hunters climbed Hrusk-La-Mo to the bathing area that Akira-Ha used, they were surprised to find the tigress still there. She was laying near the tall grasses that Akira-Ha had told them about. "Such sacrilege," yelled Po-Li-Lo, the Tracker. "The tiger remains at her kill." The hunters then raised their voice, shot the rifles and caused a commotion that scared the tiger away. They chased it into the jungle. It was Bar-To-Mun, the Smiling, that noticed the small child as they raced by the tall grasses where the tiger had lain. "Comrades," he yelled. "The tiger has not eaten Bahra. He is here." The group gathered about the small boy and stared in wonder. So many days had passed and still the child was healthy and alive. They looked at one another for this could only mean one thing: the tigress had nursed the child in Akira-Ha, the Singer's, absence. "The tiger is good," whispered Po-Li-Lo, the Tracker. The others silently nodded agreement. "We shall make the tiger a goddess," Po-Li-Lo said. "One should take this child to his mother. The rest of us will stalk the tigress." Bar-To-Mun scooped up Bahra and carried him back to the village and Akira-Ha. Upon seeing Bahra, Akira-Ha grabbed him, fell to her knees and wept openly while cuddling her son close to her bosom. "A thousand blessings upon The Father," she cried. "Sacred Mother, blessed thanks for protecting Bahra." Akira-Ha then stood and silently moved, steps that were barely an inch at a time. She walked in a circle while keeping her head bowed. "Many thanks to all gods, both great and small. You have safely returned my son and in honor I will create a new chant for the village to praise you." Po-Li-Lo, the Tracker, used his skills and followed the tiger's tracks. Soon the hunters were chasing the tiger through the jungle until she, weak from nursing the child and too tired to run, turned and snarled at the hunting party. Po-Li-Lo raised his blowgun, inserted the dart and directed it toward the tiger. A mighty puff and the miniature arrow flew on its way. The tigress roared when the dart struck her then quickly succumbed to its drug. The hunting party quickly removed the dart, tied the tiger up and carried it to their village where the preparations to make the tiger a goddess had started. Sahamu-Ni, the Seer, raised the tiger's head and ceremoniously slit its throat with the jewel encrusted ritual knife. The tiger's eyes flared open in that moment of pain, her eyes glinting like golden moons on a clear night. The blood flowed into the gut-skein, the Goddess' life to be shared among the tribe; its soul to guard over one. Bahra grew into a man and became a great hunter, his dark eyes seeing what most men could not. It is said that on the day that Bahra was given his full name, Bahra, the Stalker, his eyes flashed yellow, like twin moons of the Goddess. * * * * * R. S. Nailor is Poetry Editor and Production Manager for the Emporium Gazette. His manuscript, THREE STEPS: THE JOURNEYS OF AYROLD, is currently in the final stages of editing. He has short stories included in three ebook anthologies from 23House and numerous articles and poems elsewhere on the internet. You can visit him at Lore's Webs.
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