Everyone has an opinion and blogging has provided everyone
an avenue to express their opinion - or I wouldn't be here, right? That does provide an invaluable
store of resources for the writer. I've been at this for nearly fifty years. As
with my cooking, I like to check other recipes against what I have been doing
to see if there can be an improvement. Blogs from other writers provide a
wealth of suggestions: 1 cup of 10 things of this, a pinch of 3 things of that,
a quarter cup of 6 things of the other. It can become confusing, but by
watching for basic threads a writer can pick and choose how to better develop
and proceed with their story. As I am focusing on the characters at the moment,
that is where I will plant my feet.
Previous discussions looked at building the physical characteristics of a character without looking too hard at the inner person. The character arc stresses moving a character along, progressing from point A to B and maybe beyond. Usually that entails improvement, like boy changes attitude to get girl, girl gains strength to defeat monster, rotten gets worse. What the writer wants to avoid is creating someone who is too perfect - the way they look, the way they act, always being in the right place at the right time, doing the right thing, and never losing his hat (like in the old B-grade horse operas). Characters, like real people, should have motives and goals and be multidimensional.
Looking over a huge list of writing suggestions is like staring at a library shelf of books on how to make chili. (Four feet of 150+ books and everyone containing 50+ recipes.) However, one blog caught my eye when it suggested that the writer should shown the main character in conflict at the very beginning. I am fanatical about openings. They should pull the reader into the story right away. I will discuss that in more detail in a later blog, but wonder if in A Pirate's Legacy: Order of the Brethren, have I done that while introducing the characters? (As a reminder, this is a work under construction, so it is fluid.) The story actually starts during a dark and stormy night. I love messing with editors and nay-sayers. The first couple paragraphs describe a dream as it occurs. While the story itself is in the past tense, this dream is in the present tense, at least for now.
Mariah isn’t sure where she is.
It’s dark. Perhaps in the beach house, or on the beach, or in their bedroom.
That doesn’t matter. It is her husband’s smell, his strong arms encircling her
body, his lips gently caressing her neck. She hopes it’s on the beach. That’s
where all their children have been conceived, and it is time to have another
baby. Then there is movement behind his broad shoulders, something coming
toward them, cloaked in black, indistinguishable. It grabs his arm and begins
pulling him away. Her hand locks onto his other arm with a tenacious grip. She
will not let him go. Not again. He looks at her and smiles. She fights to
resist, but knows it’s useless. Releasing his arm, anger fills her breast.
The apparition hands him a
sword. It’s broken. Her husband gently takes her chin in one hand and kisses
her upon the lips as tears stain her cheeks. As her husband and the spectre
begin to disappear into the blackness Jean-Paul runs to his father and takes
his hand. She tries to scream, NO, but the sound is drown by the explosion of
cannon fire. They are lost in a sea of blinding light until seeing a body laid
out on a table. It is covered by a white clothe, only the feet exposed, bare
and motionless. She knows those feet and screams.
Mariah awoke with a start, her
hand immediately reaching out to where her husband lie. He wasn’t there. A
brilliant flash of light followed by deep, rolling thunder rattled the house as
the dream continued to weigh heavily upon her mind, clouding reality. Breast
seething with anger and pain, her heart pound as the cold perspiration of fear
caused her to tremble. It was only a dream, but a terrifying dream. Not finding
François where he should lie caused her heart to beat harder and faster.
She called out, but the loud,
cannon-like crack of thunder muffled her cry followed by more flashes of lightning.
A figure silhouetted by the white light stood at the iron railing looking
outward. It was her husband, feet apart, hands behind his back as rain pelted
him and the wind whipped his nightshirt. Mariah relaxed a little. He did that
whenever a storm buffeted the island.
It had been three years since he
was last at sea. How filled with joy she had been upon seeing the ship return.
How filled with fear as only Hassan, Alessandro, and Filipe came ashore.
“He has gone to France to see
his grandfather. He will be home in a month’s time,”Alessandro said, but that
didn’t lessen her disappointment.
The three were very different
from when they left to rescue Hassan. It was now Prince Hassan who bore himself
more erect, Filipe more confident and mature, Alessandro no longer the lonely,
widowed soldier, a beautiful Arabian girl clutching his hand. His wife.
François returned changed as
well, feeling more at peace knowing his surrogate family accepted him, but not
changed in the habit of standing upon the veranda, reliving the times he
remained upon the quarterdeck holding fast to the wheel, piloting through
tempests ensnaring his ship. François spoke some of his adventures. She knew he
missed that life while doggedly holding fast to the commitment to sacrifice
whatever the sea offered to stay near his family. The dream continued to haunt
her though, as she watched him until the storm moved on and the rain and wind
subsided.
The opening two paragraphs describe a dream. We all have
them from time to time. We learn of Mariah's love for her husband and desires
for the family, and a threat to that life. Some people put great store in
the meanings of dreams. A bit of research into the meaning of dreams
incorporates hidden suggestions of what may come in this story. Also, we see
that François has a strong attachment to his family, but also to his past.
Unlike previous stories, the opening or hook, extends for
several paragraphs. Some external reviews will see if this works to keep the
reader's interest. The idea is to introduce the main character, François, as
more than a two-dimension. He lives the life of a gentleman plantation owner
devoted to family with ties to a pirating past that won't let him go.
In this story I want the characters to carry the story. In
that, it is important to introduce conflict, both internal and external, be
sure the character isn't too perfect, that he has motives and goals, and is
realistic by being more than two-dimensional, and progresses.