Along with reading, I have always had a love for the theatre, and participated in my share of school plays. In junior high, I even had the good fortune to spend a summer as an intern at one of the local theatres, where I got to know the people in the community who helped make the magic come to life. Though I haven't had the chance to contribute personally to a play in years, either on or off the stage, I still enjoy making it to plays whenever I can. This past summer, I was fortunate enough to attend a performance of The Foreigner by Larry Shue, at my favorite venue: the Winnipesaukee Playhouse. I'd never heard of the play before, but that never stops me, and I'm glad it didn't, because it is now quite possibly my favorite.
For anyone unfamiliar: it is the story of a British science fiction proofwriter named Charlie who, distraught and plauged by stress, is brought along to Georgia by a friend so that he can take a vacation and get some rest. Charlie is reluctant about the whole thing, and is about to change his mind and leave, when his friend comes up with the perfect solution: if Charlie pretends he is a foreigner who speaks no English, he won't have to interact with anyone at all, and will be left alone to rest. The friendly Southern inhabitants of the inn being as they are, that doesn't stop them in the least: and soon the plan backfires. Charlie has to pretend he is, indeed, foreign ... and in the course of it, ends up learning everyone's secrets. I won't spoil it for you, but all turns out, as Charlie would say, "Rrrrrrremarkable!", and a happy ending is had by all who deserve it.
But what does this have to do with being a writer, and coming up with plot, you ask? It's quite simple. One of the reasons I love The Foreigner so much is that there is not a single word or action wasted. Everything that seems as though it's mentioned off-handedly ends up serving a purpose at some point in the story, right down to some of the decorative props on the walls. Larry Shue weaves a water-tight basket for his plot: nothing gets through, no ends stick out. I came out of that theatre not only satisfied as a viewer, but inspired as a writer: I wanted to write something that air-tight, that complete and neatly crafted and clever. I'm hardly about to say I'm succeeding completely, but I had a realization last night, when trying to decide whether or not to include one scene in the onslaught of dramatic events at the height of From The Desk of Buster Heywood.
The scene is one of the first that came to mind, and as the plot has evolved by leaps and bounds since it came to me, I was fully prepared to "kill a darling", as the saying goes, and live without it. I had spent the majority of my summer letting the characters drive the writing, and trusting both my instincts and theirs to let the plot flesh itself out. There seemed to be no room for this scene, anymore. However, the more I looked back over more recent scenes and tracked through my outline, the more I realized that several characters had each left a tiny breadcrumb throughout the book that led up to, and properly supported my old, endangered scene. I was flummoxed; I hadn't even planned this! How had it happened? It was then that I was reminded of a scene from The Foreigner, in which Charlie exults to his friend, Froggy, that this act of his is bearing unexpected fruit:
CHARLIE: . . . I— if only I could tell you what an adventure I've been having!
I haven't quite sorted it out myself, yet, but I— Froggy, I think I'm acquiring a
CHARLIE. Yes! People here just seem to hand it to me piece by piece as
they walk into the room!
Like Charlie, I started out thinking that in some places, I had no plot - no "personality". I simply let my characters walk onto the page and speak their piece, taking in what they had to say. And piece by piece, they've handed me what I came looking for all along, without my even really thinking about it.
I know that the subject of trusting your characters tends to come up most often when people discuss the dreaded Writer's Block, but in truth, you should be trusting them every step of the way. It's their story you're telling, after all, not yours. Who knows it better than they do? No one likes to be treated as though they don't know what they're doing. Listen to what your cast has to say, or just sit back and watch them do whatever they feel like doing, and dutifully record it all. I guarantee you you'll end up with something a lot more rrrremarkable than what you expected.
Since I'm still mainly trying to focus on finishing From the Desk... so that I can share it with you, this week's post won't be very long. But I have been digesting a lot of information lately, both for and about writing. It occurred to me that not too many of the blogs I frequent talk very much about something that's always been a huge factor in my writing: the music that inspires me.
Every writer has their own opinion when it comes to music. Some find it too much of a distraction, some prefer instrumental tracks from film scores or classical music, and others (like yours truly) craft whole soundtracks for plots or single characters that help them get in the right mood for a scene. From time to time, I'll be sharing lists of the songs I listen to when I write. I'm not as savvy as I'd like to be with sites like Grooveshark or 8-tracks, or there would be a playlist file embedded here for you to click and listen away. Maybe with some luck, future music posts will have that ability! In the meantime, here are my favorite writing songs for Buster Heywood, himself (in no particular order, and without hinting at any major surprises):
Look a few of them up, if you feel curious... I hope you enjoy them, and maybe even get inspired to create some lists of your own! Have you always had a song you associate with a character or scene? Or maybe you'd like to start using this trick to nudge your mind in the right direction, but aren't sure where to start? Drop me an email or a line on Twitter and let me know! I'd love to hear from you.
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