Saturday, March 31, 2018
Priscilla Brown overhauls a manuscript
A contemporary romance set on a dreamy Caribbean island
This and my other contemporary romance novels are available on Amazon and on Kobo. For details, visit my Books We Love Author page.
Fiction writing and working with textiles are my creative interests. I attended a textile class where we layered differently textured fabrics and embellishments to assemble a small wall hanging. My piece was based on handmade felt. The next three layers were of frayed-edge organza in decreasing sizes from red through gold to white, this last with holes burnt into it for a different look. On top of these I randomly placed various sizes of kitchen foil scrunched into ridges and painted, and scraps of pretty fabrics formed into tiny flowers. Dabs of glue, beads and stitching with wool and embroidery threads held it all together.
As I worked, I thought how constructing fiction is similar, and how 'layering' concentrates on aspects of a manuscript, structuring them into a cohesive whole and bringing the story to life.
An early draft of Where the Heart Is was too long and such a mess that it had no chance of credibility as a publishable piece and demanded a major re-write. While the basic plot idea had potential, the story's 'building blocks' were at best shaky, at worst crumbling. I attempted this overhaul by employing a 'layering' process.
The first fresh layer concentrated on the two lead characters, whose motivations for their actions and emotions needed to be much stronger and more credible. What is Cristina's agenda on this particular island? Why is Cameron so cagey? Questions such as these led to the development of their backstories; in this novel, these personal histories became a layer in themselves, only to be condensed and slotted in as the storyline proceeded. Another layer dealt with secondary characters, establishing their credentials for their presence and making sure they were there to move the story along while not allowing them to take over. I found several secondary and tertiary characters and plot episodes involving these to be superfluous; their removal resulted in a tighter faster-paced story.
A further layer worked on strengthening physical situations, including a hurricane, a hazardous motorbike ride in a forest, a risky sea incident, and intensifying the characters' responses to danger.
This led to heightening the emotional layers throughout the story. These can, perhaps especially in a romance, be sources of tension and conflict between the lead female and male characters. Such emotions may be temporary in reaction to an immediate situation, or they may include 'baggage' held due to past events and experiences, an undercurrent of strong emotions such a lack of trust, anger, confusion, insecurity, impacting the characters' relationships and actions. Cristina brings these and more to her relationship with Cameron.
Now the layer which holds it all together, like the glue, beads and threads.This involves fixing any plot holes, tying up loose ends, checking the ms for spelling, grammar and punctuation errors, and for repetitions and inconsistencies. The final layer for me, undertaken after the ms has been allowed to hibernate for some time, is a comprehensive re-read, extremely valuable as I always find something previously missed. The ultimate layer consists of the professional editor's revisions.
Layers are everywhere in our daily lives. Right now, it's getting cold so I'll put on a warm sweater layer, then I'm going to bake a multi-layer chocolate cake. After writing about layers, I deserve to eat them.
Enjoy your reading! Priscilla
The first fresh layer concentrated on the two lead characters, whose motivations for their actions and emotions needed to be much stronger and more credible. What is Cristina's agenda on this particular island? Why is Cameron so cagey? Questions such as these led to the development of their backstories; in this novel, these personal histories became a layer in themselves, only to be condensed and slotted in as the storyline proceeded. Another layer dealt with secondary characters, establishing their credentials for their presence and making sure they were there to move the story along while not allowing them to take over. I found several secondary and tertiary characters and plot episodes involving these to be superfluous; their removal resulted in a tighter faster-paced story.
A further layer worked on strengthening physical situations, including a hurricane, a hazardous motorbike ride in a forest, a risky sea incident, and intensifying the characters' responses to danger.
This led to heightening the emotional layers throughout the story. These can, perhaps especially in a romance, be sources of tension and conflict between the lead female and male characters. Such emotions may be temporary in reaction to an immediate situation, or they may include 'baggage' held due to past events and experiences, an undercurrent of strong emotions such a lack of trust, anger, confusion, insecurity, impacting the characters' relationships and actions. Cristina brings these and more to her relationship with Cameron.
Now the layer which holds it all together, like the glue, beads and threads.This involves fixing any plot holes, tying up loose ends, checking the ms for spelling, grammar and punctuation errors, and for repetitions and inconsistencies. The final layer for me, undertaken after the ms has been allowed to hibernate for some time, is a comprehensive re-read, extremely valuable as I always find something previously missed. The ultimate layer consists of the professional editor's revisions.
Layers are everywhere in our daily lives. Right now, it's getting cold so I'll put on a warm sweater layer, then I'm going to bake a multi-layer chocolate cake. After writing about layers, I deserve to eat them.
Enjoy your reading! Priscilla
Friday, March 30, 2018
West on I-70.
I don’t do much long distance driving these days, except to
western Ohio to visit my 91 year old Aunt J. She was the last the 3 girls
born to my grandparents. Paradoxically, she was the one always in ill health.
She had trichinosis in her 1930’s childhood and barely survived. She had spinal
fusion during the 60’s—not an optimum decade for surgical tinkering with the
skeleton. Though she’s weak as a kitten—between busted spine and unused muscles—here
she still is in 2018—breathing and talking, as full of opinions and stories as she ever
was. A perfect description for her would
be Shakespeare’s: “though she be but little, she is fierce.”
ALL my female relatives were spacey in one sense or
another, so I come by it naturally, but with my aunt, I am just beginning to
note a faint slippage between her past and future selves. Aging is such a
bitch, as it takes place on in both body and brain. Read a Thurber story,
like “The Night the Ghost Got in” and you’ll have a acquired good sense of what
my family is/was like. (Even the cousin who has become a big shot cousin politician.)
I’ve done a lot of traveling on I-70 over the last thirty
years, always making the “homeplace” pilgrimage. In the beginning there would be
mixed messages when I arrived. Yellow Springs has acquired a Disneyland quality
in my mind. When I was nine, I chronicled the tears in a diary, written on my
way home from “Grandma and Grandpa’s house” on the train. We were little and
good.
Later, my family and I developed a troubled relationship. There
was a rift between their perfect 1950’s genteel world and what I saw
acted out by my parents during and after their divorce, and later, traveling
around the UK and West Indies, dealing as a teen with my mother’s alcoholism. When I passed
30, mother wrote me off, and so therefore did my grandmother. This, even though I paid tribute to the old
girls (Mother and Grandmother and even both aunts) the old
fashioned way with 19th century letters sent almost weekly.
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Physics—a long side by side train of vehicles emerging in a
long snake as we go west out of Columbus, OH. Construction, construction, on I-70
and on I-71, as well as I-270, causes a pinch point of driving stress. The semis are rolling; FDX with pups, Crete, and
they are not the only ones, the heavy equipment long bed, except for some big
chains, want to run back for the next load at 75-80 mph, and a whole bunch of what I
am told are called by the professionals “Roller Skates” are sharing the road with them, driving
like fools. There are some grayhairs out there beside me, but I flatter myself that I’m
the best driver of the lot.
The rest are “Kids” which is now, in my book,
anyone under 50. Of course, the real kids, the backwards hat
twenty-thirty somethings—both male and female—can be a real problem. A couple of them
in a beat up black Japanese something or other—maybe a fifteen year old
Civic—decided that the tiny crack between a semi and the aforesaid heavy
equipment long bed would be a good spot into which to wedge.
Maybe they were playing
automobile roulette, or maybe they thought they were still in the video game
they’d been playing earlier, the one which automatically resets the players at
start. From my vantage point, there appeared to be no sense that where we were, this could be "game over," --and not only for them. I took a quick look at the shoulder in case I had to escape. I, at 73, have much less faith in this kind of magical thinking,
so, instinctively—I was traveling the inside lane so I had a clear sight line of their dice with Death—I tapped my breaks, just to tune up the guys traveling (naturally) too close behind me.
The long bed hit his brakes and the back of the rig lit up like a Christmas tree. I don’t know if the dopes who’d just asked the truck driver to perform a miracle in
order to keep them alive—this, while the poor working stiff is just out there trying to have a
decent day in the office. I prayed he did have a decent day, and cast a glance to my right--the shoulder. Fortunately, that part of Ohio is still flat as a pancake,
even beside the sculpted earth vandalism of an interstate. No ditches, fences or trees—good! To my great relief—and I don’t think I was the only one in the queue who noticed—there was no collision. We and the backwards hats were spared one of those fatal lessons in the laws of physics.
Yellow Springs: 1.9 square miles surrounded by Reality.
The Sixties landed and never took off from this town (my
hometown) in a sometimes less than pleasant way. Some things delight me, the
flash back pipe shops, the book stores, the import and antique/junk/clothing
shops, the deli, restaurants, and Tom’s incredible grocery store, full of
organic free-range everything. It’s the attitude of the visitors, and of many
of downtown folks and new residents too that grates. Some towns have town
drunks, but YS also has it’s downtown tattooed/pierced posers, coffee table
sitters, scattering cigarettes and dog poop indiscriminately. I mean, you can be tattooed and pierced and
have green hair—no problem—just be polite. Smile and say hello to people—and
don’t let your dogs bite me –or more to the point—my aunt -- in the leg as we
pass by. And of course there’s the 21st Century too, to contend
with. The cell phone users who insist that everyone needs to listen to their
very important conversation, the ones in cars who can barely operate the
vehicle because they are busy talking, the scofflaws who don’t use the
crosswalks—of which there are a plethora.
Birds—black vultures and where they hang American Eagle by Mcconnellsburg—probably
dropped down from Raystown Lake.
I am in the grandma zone, a long time writer and poet, posting at Crone Henge and BWL these days just because. Wish I could travel, and last year I was lucky enough to get back to the UK, specifically to Avebury to reconnect with the ancient temple. Hiking, camping, lover of solitude, cats, moons and gardens.
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