Of Jig-Saw Plots and Character Backstories

“…the actions of your characters need to have psychological validity and, at the very least, a visible connection to some behavior explanation with roots in the past.  Backstory is how you make that happen.”

– Larry Brooks, Story Engineering

200px-Gaudy_nightIn a scene between mystery writer Harriet Vane and Lord Peter Wimsey in Dorothy Sayer’s Gaudy Night, Harriet laments that her latest novel has “gone sticky.”  The plot is solid, but the characters are lacking, making some of their actions unbelievable.  Lord Peter suggests an alteration to the main character’s backstory, but Harriet objects:

“But if I give Wilfrid all those violent and lifelike feelings, he’ll throw the whole book out of balance.”

“You would have to abandon the jig-saw kind of story and write a book about human beings for a change.”

“I’m afraid to try that, Peter.  It might go too near the bone.”

“It might be the wisest thing you could do.”

“Write it out and get rid of it.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll think about that.  It would hurt like hell.”

“What would that matter, if it made a good book?”

Later on, Harriet hears the same criticism  from the Oxford dons she’s staying with: that her stories are not “psychological,” that they are more concerned with “fact” and, as Lord Peter says, are “jig-saw” stories.  By this, we understand that Harriet’s stories are plot-driven, that as a mystery writer, she’s concerned with the hows, whens, and wheres of the whodunit more than she is with the whys.

One image of my protagonist, Ludmila (Mila) Simonova.  This woman is a little bit too plump. but the expression in the face is right.  (Boyaryshinya, Konstantin Makovsky)

One image of my protagonist, Ludmila (Mila) Simonova. This woman is a little bit too plump, but the expression in the face is right. (Boyaryshnya, Konstantin Makovsky)

I mention this because I, too, have had to stop and work on my protagonist’s backstory.  The plot I worked out for class is for the most part sufficient, but my protagonist, Mila, lacked clear motivation for achieving her goals.  Knowing that motivation is often found in the backstory, I finally sat down the other day to hash out some of the details of Mila’s past life.  I typed, stream-of-consciousness style, allowing the details of an important backstory event of which I only had a nascent impression to reveal themselves, and…

BAM.

Major event.  Major trauma.  Major impact on the character.  Major inner demon to overcome.  And, wouldn’t you know it, the event gave me a new character – an antagonist (or antagonistic) character – for the novel itself.   He has to be there now.  It just makes sense.

It’s a great development, but, to echo Harriet, it’s thrown the whole book out of balance.  Now I have to rework the plot to accommodate both the past event and the new character.  The goals are the same, but the way Mila will work toward her goals must change.   The ground is shifting beneath my feet on the eve of the week I had hoped to start drafting scenes and chapters.

Am I discouraged?  In part, yes.  My plans have altered; I have to plot the story out, again, just when I thought I was ready to write.  But “what would that matter, if it made a good book?”

Lord Peter reminds me that, in working to make my plot points fit together, I can’t lose sight of my characters.  The character’s actions might make the plot “work,” but if they make no sense on a human level, then the jig-saw won’t come together, no matter how much I might try to shove and manipulate the pieces.  Character drives plot, and plot drives character; the two cannot be separated.

Going “near the bone,” as Harriet says, is risky.  It reaches into those vulnerable parts of ourselves that we’d rather let alone.  But perhaps this is the wisest thing we can do.  Our stories require it.

Image Credit: WikiCommons

With a Spring in Our Step

We have had a long, long winter in Michigan.  Perhaps not this kind of long…

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…but long enough for one Oregon girl’s first Midwestern winter.  A few days ago the sun came out, the temperatures rose to the mid-60s, and everyone’s spirits soared.

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Now that my novel-writing class has finished, I’ve been catching up around the house: cleaning, organizing the office, organizing files, and updating my website.  Do you like the (copyright free) Victorian woodcuts?  I think they’re fun.

Yet the novel is not far from my mind. This morning I woke up in the land of the Brodnici, half-dreaming and planning a new scene, while the sun streamed via a cloud cover into my bedroom window.   I’m rested and I’m ready to begin the next draft of Mila Simonova (working title).
 

(Heh. Rested and ready to begin. Love the Avett Brothers.)

(Awkward segue back to topic at hand…)

November 1st.  That is my new deadline for Mila.  Why the next Feast of All Saints?  you might ask.  Because…

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…someone is on his or her way.  Nothing quite like a built-in deadline!

I’m feeling pretty good, overall, though I’ve had some unexpected difficulties. My last pregnancy was much, much easier than this one. Baby #2 is turning out to be something of a Drama Queen or King – I’ve had some unexpected tests, ultrasounds, and even a trip to the ER, and we’re not even out of the first trimester yet. Everything’s okay; all issues so far have had a discernible cause not related to the baby’s well-being.

But, let-me-tell-you, passing out in the middle of Mass like some 18th century heroine and going for ambulance ride is mortifyingly embarrassing. So embarrassing that I turned “mortifying” into an adverb.

Did I mention the Drama Queen/King bit? No?

But, like I said, discernible cause, everything is okay, so no worrying (Mom).

(Another awkward segue to close blog post…)

Look! Cute kid on tricycle!

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And that’s all for now.

Novel: One Unique Setting

The historical novel I am currently working on takes place in the southern fringes of medieval Kievan Rus‘ (Russia).

Did I know anything about medieval Russia when I began this project?  No.  But sometimes ideas come along in the most unexpected of places.  For me, it was this painting:

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I saw Konstantin Makovsky’s The Boyar Wedding Feast at the Hillwood Museum in Washington, D.C.   Makovsky, a Russian painter living at the end of the 19th century, painted this and many other scenes and portraits of medieval Russia.  His work was a product of the same era of Russian patriotism that produced War and Peace and The Brothers Karamazov.

My sister-in-law gave us a print of the painting and we had it framed for Christmas.   As I was brainstorming ideas for my novel-writing class, I kept coming back to our newly hung print.    Here was a story:  in my mind’s eye, a political drama with a romantic subplot.  See all the machinations going on in the background?   The shabby furs of the land-rich, cash-poor boyar, the father of the groom with the goblet raised?   The juxtaposition of opulence and poverty?  The rich traditions of a Russian wedding – the goose, the chicken, the first kiss, the matchmaker?  The romantic tension?

At first I tried to write a futuristic medievalish story based on the painting, largely because I didn’t want the trouble of doing historical research on top of my classwork.  But I stole Russian elements for my futuristic story, and, as I wrote and read, the story began to shift back in time.

The Dniester River, Moldova

The Dniester River, Moldova

Then I discovered them:  the Brodnici.

A little-known ethnic group on the outskirts of Russia, living along important trade routes, vassals to the larger Russian principalities?  Yes, please!

The painting above is a 16th century Russian scene, but with a little maneuvering, I turned its characters into 12th century Brodnici nobles.

The Brodnici lived in what is now eastern Romania, Moldova, and southern Ukraine along the Dnieper and Dniester rivers, the  Black Sea and the Sea of Azov.  We know they existed because we have textual evidence from a papal bull of the “Brodnici lands” as well as some Russian records of their military service to Kiev in the mid 12th century.  We know that they were vassals of Suzdal (modern day Moscow) in the early 13th century and that they fought with the Mongols against Kiev in 1223.  All this, but I have yet to see the Brodnici on any map of historical Russia.

The Brodnici themselves left no written record nor archeological evidence.  The name “Brodnici” means “wanderer”; likely they were a nomadic warrior clan with little time or ability for writing, being in constant battle against perhaps the Russians, but likely the Cumans and Pechenegs as well.

One source I found in the school library said that the Brodnici “never accepted the rule of Kiev.”   I don’t know about you, but to me that sounds like a story waiting to be written!

Image Credits:  Wikimedia Commons

The Long and Creative Silence, or, How’s That Novel Coming Along?

Anna, my antagonist.  Isn't this a great painting or what?

Anna, my antagonist. Isn’t this a great painting or what? (painting by Konstantin Makovsky)

Long time no blog, my friends.

Happily, it hasn’t been long time no write.  On the contrary, I recently finished my first complete draft of a novel.

5-0-0-2-7 words!  Small novel, but a huge accomplishment for me.

(Can I get a wha-wha?)

I use the word “complete” rather loosely.  It’s “complete” in that I began at the beginning, worked my way through the middle, and ended at the end.  But, having followed the NaNoWriMo drafting model (i.e. “pantsing”), it’s consequently a bit pile of mush.

As Mr. Hemingway said, “The first draft of anything is shit.”

(Eloquent and succinct, he is.)

At the moment, my writing class is in-between phases:  we just finished our drafts, all glorious 50K words of each, for each of us, but in a mere few days we begin turning our piles of doo-doo into something resembling a coherent and cohesive story.  We will be writing our story synopsis.

What is a synopsis?  you might be asking.  A synopsis, long or short, is the short story form of the novel.  Most agents and editors want to see a synopsis before requesting a manuscript.  Many novelists dread writing synopses – who wants to turn their 100K work of liquid literary genius into 10 pages of short story?  No one.   Which is why our professor is making us write one.  She’s draconian like that.

Once I have a working synopsis, should I choose to rewrite the novel, I can do so from the synopsis.  What was doo-doo becomes much more, and better.

Thanks for bearing with my silence.  Believe me, it’s been anything but silent in my writing head.

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