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Monday, 13 October 2014

Breaking up (c2025)

Democratic devolution.
Union dissolution.
Country separation
played out in bars by young Jocks.

Usll keep
oor oil, lochs, midges n whiskies
oor free degrees, pills and parkin.

Youse got Sterlin and bankers,
City and Westminster wankers.

Well see youse doon the Wall, Jimmy,
wi yer passport,
n oor farewell
Glesgee Kiss.

© Helen McIntosh
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When our lips accidentally stuck together

I should have applied extreme moistening,
used generous quantities of warm water

and pressure from inside the mouth,
systematically peeled and rolled

then avoided swallowing the glue;
I learnt the hard way:

pulling away too quickly
it adhered to the inside of my cheek.

There’s an art to coming apart.
  
© Sophia Roberts
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Thursday, 9 October 2014

Becoming Our Own Editors

"Writers today have to be their own editors because it’s so hard to find a real editor, meaning someone who understands story structure and can help the writer whip her work into ready-for-prime-time shape. The breed has become extinct, alas, at most publishing houses (or those who carry the title of editor and have the chops are so busy with material acquisition, marketing, and internal politics that they don’t have time to sit down and work with their writers in the old-school, Maxwell-Perkins, hands-on manner.)

It’s probably a good thing that we writers have to be our own editors. After all, who if not us should be responsible for the shape of our work?

But how do we become our own editors? What skills do we need? Where can we acquire these skills?

The editor’s primary creative contribution—i.e.,the skill that you and I need to master—is this:

The editor understands narrative structure. He knows what makes a story work. He understands genre. He knows that every story falls into a genre, and that every genre has conventions. He knows what those conventions are, and he understands how to use them.

Have you taken Robert McKee’s class in Story Structure? Take it. Take his class in Love Story. Take his class in Thriller. Whatever he’s teaching, take it.

Read Stephen King’s On Writing.

Read writers’ blogs.

Read everything you can on the subject of story structure and story analysis.

Keep reading. Keep watching movies. Learn the skill of editing the same way editors learn it. Study stuff that works (and stuff that doesn’t) and ask yourself, “How did the writer do that? How did she achieve this power, this emotion, this meaning?”

When you and I find a book or movie that we love, we have to read it and watch it over and over. Take notes. Ingest it. Pick it apart page by page and frame by frame till we understand how it works as well as the writer or filmmaker who created it.

Shawn’s concept of the Story Grid wasn’t handed to him on a platter. He figured it out on his own by reading and thinking and reading and thinking some more after that.

Can you analyze Hamlet?

Can you break down Blade Runner or The Usual Suspects or Taken 2?

The task is not impossible. It’s fun, particularly if you love the material. I can watch movies I love over and over and read the same books again and again.

Shawn’s concept of a “grid” is an excellent way to think of story analysis. We lay the story out on the operating table and we “put a grid over it.” The grid is like a template. It represents the archetypal version of Story.

There’s a grid for thrillers and a grid for love stories and a grid for police procedurals. Each one is a genre, and each genre has its unique conventions. When you set the Love Story grid over your love story, you are checking the anatomy, the architecture of your work against the universal, classic dimensions of the tales of Romeo and Juliet, Tracy Lord and C.K. Dexter Haven, Thelma and Louise.

Does your love story have the same moving parts that Shakespeare used? Do they appear in the same order?

Have you invented something new? Great. What is it? If it defies convention, how? What makes it work?

What editorial-type thinking does, what a concept like Shawn’s Grid does, is it gives us poor benighted writers a tool to analyze that pile of pages that we’ve pounded out in an ecstasy of unconscious inspiration. Our first draft is done. We’ve got our story. We’ve been working so far, as writers should, with our right brains—our instincts.

Now we switch to our left brain.

We zoom back to 30,000 feet.

We view our story impartially and objectively. We evaluate it alongside an imaginary model of the Universal Story, just like a Ferrari mechanic tests the engine of a new Testarossa against the engineering sheet from the factory.

Does our Love Story have lovers who are drawn to each other powerfully and passionately?

(We’re using the Grid now, checking the elements of our story against the conventions of the genre of Love Story.)

Is there a force that is keeping our lovers apart?

Do we have a moment when the lovers get together and cosmic sparks fly? When in the story does this moment come?

Do we have a moment when the lovers are pulled apart? When does this moment come?

What force produces this estrangement? Is it external or internal? Both?

Is there an All Is Lost moment? Does it come at the end of Act Two or deep into Act Three? How is this moment resolved?

Do the lovers come together at the end? How? How did they overcome the force that was keeping them apart?

(We’re our own editors now. We’re asking ourselves the same questions an editor would ask us.)

What is the theme of our love story? What greater issue (social, political, religious) has brought our lovers together and what issue is keeping them apart? How is this theme reflected in the crisis, the climax, the resolution?

An editor might say to us, “Watch The Way We Were. Pay attention to the political/moral/social ideals that Barbra Streisand holds that are irreconcilable with the worldview held by Robert Redford, even though Babs and Bob love each other desperately. Watch how these forces are introduced into the story and how they evolve and become more and more prominent, until they become inescapable and must be faced by the lovers. Ask yourself how this connects to the movie’s theme.”

Do we in our story have forces like that and are they as powerful, as real, and as clearly delineated?

No?

Maybe that’s why our story isn’t working.

I know this sounds daunting. It is daunting. But this arcane art, the skill of the editor, is—more than talent, more than luck—what separates real writers from wannabes"

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

To the Lighthouse

Dark.

The universe rocks and shakes;
sky tilts, waves heave,
frozen stars whip into my eyes.

Balancing,
on creaking wood,
shifting fathoms,
moving mountains,

Months. Years.
Living in death's gaping mouth.

Light.

Sea collapses, silken,
moonlight shimmer,

winking light.

Safe pillar.
Held in my eyes.

Lighthouse.


© Valerie Taylor
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Writing Help: Dive or Wade? | WritingCompanion

Dive or Wade?

Some writers like to dive straight into the help pool, immersing themselves in many kinds of writing assistance. They zap through innumerable books, workshops, and websites, and may join not one but several writing groups.

Some learners find it exhilarating to get their hands on so much information and help in a short period. For others, being deluged with much new information can be confusing, stressful, and cause them to lose confidence.

Wading is another choice, which some learners prefer and others take up because work and other commitments make it impractical to dive in. They start at the shallow, comfortable end of the writing help pool, perhaps reading a few relevant blogs and books, participating in a short workshop, attending a one-off lecture. As they grow more confident about their needs and interests, they strike out into deeper, adventurous water. They may enrol in a long-term course or sign up with a mentor. This approach does not overwhelm learners, but some find the learning process frustratingly slow.

Whether you dive or wade, writing help works best when it fits your needs. Too often, we evaluate help opportunities in terms of their cost and convenience. It’s more promising to focus instead of us, as writers, in terms of our...

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Tuesday, 16 September 2014

To the Lighthouse

“Why don’t we go to the faro?”
She said without waiting for answer
And briskly we walked the paseo
Past all the tripper trap chancers.

The sun was hot as hot could be,
The lighthouse worth more than a glance:
Time to stop by the sparkling sea?
But she had scented her chance ...

Past overpriced bars and cafes,
We now trudged over the dunes;
Past beaches for children then gays -
Would we stop anytime soon?

“Journey’s end,” she said with a screech,
“Here we are!” she cried with delight:
“Frying flesh on the nudist beach.
Feast your eyes on these wondrous sights!”


© Tim Scott
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(Ode) To The Lighthouse.

In lonely vigil, constant, mute,
     I rise above the ocean.
Through hours of dark
     I watch them pass,
Specks of perpetual motion.

I blink and turn
     and blink again,
their lodestar of the deep;

and then they're gone
     to alien shores,
unnamed, unknown, 
     sent safe away
while other mortals sleep.

© Sheila Rogers
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16, Lighthouse Road

Leaving, I consider how

the name of a destination sometimes describes a road
irrespective of the direction you move along it

and how

travelling away, towards the rest of the world
I can pull a beacon, with its quick, silent glances of radiance
further and further away into the unfamiliar. 

© Sophia Roberts
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To the Lighthouse

Hornet homes must be too dark,
Too crowded, difficult to park,
Too many close-up. Wing-tip rips,
Not any room to stand apart.

A human home, an upstairs room
Tempts hornets to the windowsill
They queue up, hoping for remorse
From human, gently buzzing hearts.


© Isabel Hare
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Fifty words give or take on “The Lighthouse”

It’s just a lighthouse to you
but to me it’s home
just a little place amid the foam
storms come and go
that’s life I suppose
it’s been my place
high tide or low
the bucket and spade
my only foe
apart from that
I’m happy being a
lugworm.


© William Botley
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