Story

Truth in lies (1)

Skilful story artists, whether novelist, lyricist, poet or screenwriter, create a deeper, more profound truth using ‘the lie’.

Where does that ‘lie’ come from? In my experience, it percolates in the heart and soul. They take an idea which impacts me deeply, then bubble and boil away until a character, a situation, or a plot emerges, combining to symbolise the heart of a story. My current work in progress centres around the issue of domestic violence.

Using a succession of ‘what if’ questions, using all the empathy and imagination I can muster, I come up with the bare bones of a number of storylines and plots.

From there I research and brainstorm the subject, fleshing it out using a combination empathy, imagination and personal experience, stories I’ve read, heard, seen played out in the lives of others: friends, family or reports in the media, movies, songs until a series of scenes and scenarios emerge.

Distilled over a (usually long) period of time, what I’m aiming for is a blueprint I can use to tell the story of my main characters using their goals, motivations and conflict to concentrate the emotions involved. They struggle, in my current story, against domestic violence, while others see it from all sides.

My aim? Creating empathy in the reader, telling a cracking story which helps them think about and understand the issues and see how people deal with them. The ‘lie’ which, I hope, reveals the truth.

Words

swirl and swing

Eliciting emotions using words alone is an art. How is it done? There are a number of ways including one of my favourites “Deep Point of View”. There are a number of books about it so I won’t try to explain it fully.

Whichever point of view you are using, keep the ‘camera’ close inside the character. Avoid anything which puts distance between the character and reader. For example, what do you feel when you read “It was raining, hard”? Anything? If you love rain your imagination may take you there, but it may not either.

“Raindrops pelted down, bouncing on the concrete path, stinging, bruising the skin on her arms between goosebumps raised by the cold. Rivulets gushed down over her face and hair and, as she drew in a deep breath saturated with that distinctive smell of dust settling, she felt laughter bubble up and burst free. Raising her face to the sky, she revelled in the knowledge that the long drought was broken.”

Words

Wild words

As a lifelong learner, I love books and articles which teach me something. About what I’m not fussy, I love learning about the world and everything in it, about people and why they do the things they do, about myself and how I can do better. Sometimes we need a few ‘wild’ words, hard-hitting enough change our thoughts, beliefs and actions.