Action Scenes, Part 3

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Part 3: Other Parts Of An Action Scene + The Writing Technique

(We started discussing action scenes yesterday. Click HERE to see what you missed. It was a lot.)

For action scenes, you don’t want a sentence to go on too long.

I prefer shorter sentences but simply break up the different things you are saying in your segment with punctuation. Commas are fine depending on what you’re trying to say.

Finally, remember that the way you are writing the action scene (and loves scenes, by the way) is different from how you write other scenes. If you were talking about a tree you might slow down your pace and really use flowery language. In an action scene, you want to increase your pace and really use the most intense verbs you can think of. So instead of saying “stabbed” you might say “plunged his rusty metal blade into.” Things like that. But don’t worry about that on your first or second pass, just make a note that you need to do it.

 

Then, as mentioned, you send it over to a trusted friend to read, and give them a few hundred or 1000 words that occur before your action scene and a few hundred after the action scene – so they can get the impact of the battle in context.

Almost no matter what your action scene is, you simply break it down into manageable parts.

Don’t worry about how long or how many words it takes you to describe something. A car rolling down a hill takes time to roll down the hill. It only takes two seconds to read “car rolling down a hill” but it might take 30 seconds for that to happen. So if you want to elaborate about it rolling over and over or a door flying open and shut with each turn or grass been kicked in the air by the frame as it rolls, you can do that – because the reader understands this particular thing takes time to happen.

Your action scenes will read differently from your other scenes because you will be focusing on being intense or fast-paced. And your reader will see that and appreciate it.

They’re different than what we usually write so we need to spend a little more time on them – but if you spend that time and make a few drafts and show it to other authors whose input you trust, it will turn out well.

 

Layering In A Car Chase Or Any Action Scene

Again, it’s best to map out – in your head, on paper, in a separate Word file, somewhere – lay out the broad strokes of what happens. Say you have a speeding car roll over down a hill. Make a little outline of the main things that need to be shown to the reader:

The car gets hit, rolls down a hill, bursts into flames.

Easy, right! Okay, so far so good.

Then you might sit down with a video recorder or tape recorder or your cell phone recording you, and describe out loud to yourself what you’d see – in any order, as you think of it.

Oh, and they were speeding. And Johnny was in the trunk. And there were drugs in the glove compartment. And the car rolled over and over sideways down the hill to the rocky riverbed below.

See? Go on and on, trying to add detail wherever you can. What do you imagine it to look like, in general?

It was a grassy hillside. It was Fall, so the grass was brown and the trees were bare, no leaves. The water in the river would be cold.

Then I would write that down and arrange it, leave in what’s relevant (it might not all be). Brown grass? Maybe. Trees with no leaves? Probably not, so bring in the leafless tree info before or after the action scene if it’s relevant, but leave it out of the action part of this scene. And the color of the grass is only gonna be relevant if we have to refer to the grass at all as the car rolls down it; otherwise it may not be needed.

Now, see what you have. See how it reads. Read it out loud and then add in whatever else is needed. Usually, you’ll be adding in descriptions about stuff we don’t see all the time – like HOW a car rolls over and over down a hill. I don’t see that every day; I may need a little assistance in visualizing it. A car driving down the street, I can get that on my own. The action scene is probably not the place to talk about the color of the protagonist’s blouse.

One thing for sure, you can take extra words to flesh out things that aren’t obvious, and it doesn’t slow down the action. In Harry Potter, when people realize somebody is speeding on a broom towards the ground at a fast rate of speed, we all understand what might happen. So we all tend to go along with the tension.

That will be the case in your story, too. Spend words showing us the car smashing through the guard rail, flipping over and over as it turns up the grass and throws it into the air, the passenger door flopping open and shut with each flip, that sort of stuff.

Then, trim your action scene for punctuation and pace. Shorter sentences, not run on sentences. Show what’s happening as much as possible. Put us in that car and bounce us off the ceiling when it rolls over. Have all the crap in your console flying around: pens, McDonald’s napkins, loose change…

Get it?

Whatever you think of, write down – but do it in layers. Don’t try to write it in one pass like you would other stuff.

Map it out the big stuff, then the medium stuff, then the really small stuff – because the lose change and napkins, you all went “Aha!” when I said that, didn’t you?

So will your readers.

 

Why Short Sentences?

We writers get excited and try to put things into one long sentence to show the speed at which they happen. That tends to make the reader have to think about it more, slowing things down. Our brain needs it to come to us in smaller, choppier sentences (or more commas) so it can digest them faster. It usually reads better that way, but only for action scenes. Chop it up and it will read better. (It will look a little odd to you, but we readers know you don’t write everything that way.)

A friend recently created an action scene with some sentences that wouldn’t be bad in normal writing, but that were a bit long for an action scene.

One car gets hit by another car, goes out of control, down a river bank, and into the water. That’s what’s going on as we analyze the upcoming sentences. I told it to you that way just now to get it processing in your head and not let you get too involved in the action of the scene. Here’s how the lines unfolded in the original manuscript:

“The SUV backed off but hit her again at an angle, and she lost control of the wheel. Her car crossed the oncoming traffic lane and down an embankment leading to a river. It bounced over the land while she tried in vain to stop it.”

It reads pretty good, right?

But does it read as action? Or as description?

Hard to tell without context. So let’s add some. Right before the cars hit, they were speeding. And not just speeding, but going very fast on a curvy road. The woman doesn’t know why the other car is hitting hers.

Obviously, she’s a little tense. And we as readers are, too. She’s gripping the steering wheel and we’re gripping the Kindle or whatever we’re reading on.

But again, does it read as action? Or as description?

My author friend has done this before, so I asked about why she did it again. Turns out there was a Dean Koontz book she read that over-utilized the short choppy sentence technique for action scenes, and she disliked how that particular book read. Fair enough.

But…

Don’t let what Dean Koontz did in one book throw you too far in the other direction as far as action scenes.

Sentences that are too long will end up tamping down the action because you pack three or four things into one sentence. That’s being antiKoontzian for no good reason. Besides, you aren’t doing what he did. Your style and his are different.

Don’t make absolute mistakes in one direction just to avoid a possible mistake in the other direction.

An excited reader is going fast – and will miss the fact that the most important thing in the compound sentence is the last thing you mentioned – so don’t do that. It did this then that and then finally the other thing. Yes, yes, as we write it, it goes very quickly, doesn’t it?

Now read it, as though your brain were seeing it for the first time.

We get the first one, half the second one, and almost none of the third one, (because it’s now a list) – which is where you might stick the most important thing in the sentence because you were building up to it, right? The crescendo! Bang the cymbals!

Well…

I admit to being a lazy reader, so for me these things are particularly flagrant because I do miss stuff when you make big huge sentences at a time when there is action going on. But the main reason not to write action in long sentences is: it doesn’t read well. It’s grammatically and technically correct but literarily boring. (Not literally, literarily.) We readers are excited in an action sequence, so we’re reading fast; give us short sentences to easily digest so we can stay immersed in your story.

I’ll give you an example of how to mentally picture it, and then a solution.

You’re driving on the highway. Are the road signs very length or very short? Short as hell. “Airport Next Right.” At that speed, we need it as brief as possible TO DIGEST IT QUICKLY.

A reader digesting quickly keeps moving quickly. A driver that has to slow down to read the sign, or stop and back up to fully comprehend the information, has done what you don’t want: un-immersed themselves from the story, right in the middle of the action.

So what do you do?

Help yourself see the problem areas.

Write your scene however you have to write it, and then go back and highlight in yellow the action areas. It might be just a few lines or it might be 300 of the 400 sentences in your scene, but if you have a lot it just means you’ll be well practiced when you’re finished.

Look at each of the action areas – a paragraph or maybe just even a sentence. Then break down that sentence into is smallest components ONLY for the action area.

If you want to go on and on about the rolling hills of Tuscany, ramble on about it for as long as your little heart desires; it’s a relaxed theme you’re conveying, and readers will relax as it unfolds. A car bouncing down a hillside? Keep it short. The readers get it. They’ll allow it. It’s a style thing. The car crashes. The occupants bounce around. Then they start talking again and we readers take a collective breath and realize that they’re all right.

See how I did that? Look at what I did starting at Tuscany and ending with the car crash. Looooooong sentence versus short, short, short. Sure, you noticed, but did it distract or did it enhance? (Keep in mind, this information you are reading is NOT immersed in the middle of an action scene, it’s an instructional piece, so the reader is by default in first gear driving verrrrry slow.)

Think style. You’re stylish, aren’t you? A painting of all one color is boring. So is a painting of all equal brush lengths. Your stories are your paintings, your sentences are you brush strokes.

They occasionally need to be choppy to heighten the scene.

Let them.

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10 Tips For Writing Amazing Action Scenes – Part 1&2

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Every new author has the same problem when it comes to action scenes. They have this idea for a big battle scene or car chase – but they don’t know where to start!

I’ll show you.

  1. Using Braveheart, we will make a complicated action scene easy to visualize, understand, and write.
  2. After the Braveheart example, we’ll lay out see how other types of action scenes are done, like a car crash, and
  3. the writing style you can use in action scenes that isn’t utilized elsewhere in your story.

Car chase or medieval battle, we can create a process to follow. I like to use Braveheart because everybody saw it and everybody knows the big battle scene I’m referring to. While every action scene is different, many have similar foundations. Bullitt and The Blues Brothers contain car chases that are very different from each other, but many elements are the same.

The big battle scene in Braveheart may be one of the best action scenes of all time. Using it, below, we will see what a complicated action scene looks like – and how we can take it from complicated in our heads to written into one of our stories.

 

Here are the steps to getting your big action scene down.

 

  1. Take what your scene is in your head and narrate it to yourself verbally. Tell yourself the scene as though it were a movie you saw and are telling it to a friend.
  2. Record this somehow, on a talk-to-text message or on video.
  3. Transcribe your narrated scene so we have some words to work with. That is your initial outline.
  4. Break it into as many steps as necessary, the smaller the step, the better – initially.
  5. Don’t worry about POV yet or even proper spelling. Let it flow. Anything good you think of, add it in. Cut-paste it to wherever it needs to go.
  6. Flesh each step out in small segments, called microscenes.
  7. Be sure to add tension via teasing – more on that later.
  8. Let it rest, then revise it. Take out unnecessary stuff and put in better stuff, like dramatic action verbs if appropriate, to paint in the scene as you need it.
  9. Send it to a trusted friend for input, preferably a CP.
  10. Revise it again with the friend’s input and your own newly fresh eyes until it fits what you want in your story.

 

That’s all easier said than done, and it will take time and effort, but it will work. There are also a lot of tips to go into each step, so let’s begin.

 

The action scene starts before the action starts.

Usually we have a complex scene in out head with lots of things happening. And of course when you go to write your story, it may be hard to know where to start because you might envision 10 different things happening at once.

My prescription for that has always been: envision the scene in your head. Then tell yourself out loud in some fashion what happens. Pick up your cell phone and talk to text, or leave a series of messages on your answering machine, but walk yourself through what you see happening in your action scene. You know what it looks like. Start telling it. As you do, you’ll get ideas and see gaps, but it’ll be the basis for an outline.

In Braveheart, where Mill Gibson’s ragtag group of clan members crosses the big field to clash with the English army, it’s a big scene. But if you were to play it on video and narrate what you see, you would have lots and lots a little chunks of information. For starters, what do you remember from Braveheart? Mel Gibson gives a rousing speech and then his army runs across the field towards the other. The other army runs toward Mel’s. They meet in the middle for a giant clash.

Then Mel grabs someone and slashes their throat open. Another man falls off a horse. Elsewhere an arrow flies into a shield. Things like that. You just pick moment after moment after moment and tell yourself what you see in the scene – in your story or in Braveheart.

When you’re done, that is your outline for the scene.

You take each sentence you wrote and you make it it’s own little mini scene. A scene segment.

Then you go back and you flesh it out. You give specifics about what you see in each one of those little segments. Sweat. Yelling. Mud on the face. Whatever.

Let it rest, and then attack again. Adding detail and honing. When you are looking at a segment, what’s happening behind a character or in front of a character?

When you’re done, you will have lots and lots and lots of pieces of information that don’t necessarily fit well together – but you’re writing a scene about a battle, not about a chorus line or synchronize swimming.

When you read an outline, you are not reading the whole story. You’re reading basics, arranging pieces of the puzzle. After you arrange it how you want, you can polish – scroll through to see where to add emotion to characters, or swap out your original verbs for more battle-y ones.

If you can’t decide where to start in your scene, find one that’s already been done, in books or movies, and see how they did it. Why reinvent the wheel? Use it as a guide, a template, not for plagiarism.

 

Let’s break down the famous battle scene from Braveheart,

the one at Stirling where Mel has half his face painted blue and has that crazy long hair.

If we can see how that’s done, we can break down any action scene, see how they are constructed, and build ours from there.

The scene is sixteen minutes long. That’s it. Watch it. You have sixteen minutes to devote to learning how to write great scenes.

Sixteen minutes is a lot in a movie, and it seems like a lot longer when you watch it, but in sixteen minutes they recreated a battle they probably went on for many, many hours. For that reason, you can probably dedicate a few thousand words to it in your story. Write it over a few days – start to finish – and do it properly. (16 minutes in a 3-hour movie is nearly 10% of the running time, not counting ending credits. If they can devote 10% of the movie to a single scene, you can devote 10% of your book to one and spend a few days to get it right.)

Before the battle begins, before William Wallace (Mel Gibson’s character) even arrives, some of the gathered members of the other clans explain how it will work. A young man asks his older friend, “What are we going to do?” and the friend says “We’re going to negotiate then we’re gonna go home.” The Scottish nobles, who have allied themselves with Wallace, reinforce this idea. So do the English commanders, in a different way.

Another Scottish man, upon learning the English army is bigger, declares “I’m not going to die for these bastards (the nobles). Let’s go home.” And he starts to leave with his clan – part of the overall army gathered to confront the bigger, better armed English army.

That is why Gibson has to give his famous speech from the movie.

He rides casually into the clansmen without saying a word and observes the troops.

Then he addresses them. “If this is your army, why does it go?”

He gets answers. “The English are too many.” “We didn’t come to die for them (the Scottish nobles).”

 

On the Internet you will probably be able to find it to where you can just watch the big battle scene, but since I happen to have it on DVD, I will give you my play-by-play of that scene and break it down for you.

 

It’s worth remembering that the reason we are sympathetic to Mel Gibson’s character is because he is wronged so many times throughout the movie, as are his people. At least from the perspective of this film. (The English may have seen it differently.)

What is his big goal? Freedom. Goals don’t come much bigger than that. Life – that one may be bigger.

There is a huge amount of tension before the big battle scene.

A Scottish scout returns from the English side and tells them they are outnumbered 3 to 1, and the lords of the various clans react very, very scared by this information. They keep saying things like “Three hundred heavy horse!”

And Wallace gives a speech that endears him to the soldiers. He says, “I can’t be William Wallace because that guy is seven feet tall and lightning bolts shoot out of his arse.” He tells the men you’re not fighting for these nobles, you’re fighting for yourself to have freedom – and he tells them to look down the road, that they will be proud, and by inference, they would be remembering this day in shame if they don’t follow his lead.

When he tells them what he sees, he projects onto them with they could be, not necessarily what they are. That’s important. You want to hear that your leader things you have greatness within you.

And he says what is probably perceived to be the seminal lines of the movie. “Fight and you may die. Run and you will live. At least a while. And dying in your bed many years from now, would you trade every day from that day to this, for one chance – just one chance – to come back here and tell our enemies ‘You may take our lives but you will never take our freedom.’”

It’s a great speech!

But . . .

When you read the words here, you don’t feel it. That’s good acting – and if you write it properly with the right expressions, it will read very dramatically as well.

He’s in front of his army. And what do they do when he delivers that line? The music swells and his army cheers.

Had they not cheered, you as the audience would not know that this speech changed their minds from running away to fighting. In other words, the director had the characters react the way he wants the audience to react. We talk about that all the time. (He also has a nice music score. That helps.)

Okay, so Wallace cheers Erin go brah and the clansmen do, too. And now we’re all worked up. They’re unified.

Now, we shoot back-and-forth to the nobles into the Kings army about how they’re not going to honor any terms they agreed to in the middle of the field, and once again we see Wallace is about to wronged. So now we are ready to fight with him. He’s justified. So let the fun begin.

 

The leaders of the two armies meet in the middle to discuss terms, at which point Wallace insults them all – and that’s that.

And then we’re ready for the fight to begin.

So I will give you the play-by-play on what I see as the scene unfold before me over the sixteen minute scene.

You don’t need to read it, per se. You DO need to:

  • See how the action is laid out. It’s very choppy. It jumps all over the place – and yet we can follow it, so relax. Your will be fine.
  • See how much detail there is. There’s a LOT. So yours can be detailed, too. Eventually.
  • Ease your mind about how YOU should do yours. Visually you now have an example to follow, and like Jane Austen said, if a book is well written, I always find to too short. Same with your action scene or battle scene. If it’s good, it won’t seem long to your reader. You’ve already made them care about these characters, so they’ll wanna see what happens to them in the battle.
  • If you didn’t know how to start, now you do.

Remember drama. As the English commanders leave the meeting, Wallace turns to the clan leaders on his side. Prior to this moment he was not necessarily their leader. Now he is. He tells them what he wants them to do, and they basically agree – most of them. The point is, this is when he became the leader of the whole army. That moment. It’s subtle but it’s worth pointing out. Prior to that he was a rising star. At this point he’s in charge, possibly of the whole country. (And he’s willing to give that power up to somebody else by the way! So we love him again because he’s humble.)

He tells the nobles his plan, to let part of the Scottish army appear to be fleeing while it actually doubles back to attack the English archers.

He sends his horse away in kneels in the front line with his army as a priest gives a blessing.

We cut to the English commander who has just heard the insult and who is now ready to have Wallace’s heart on a plate.

The drums start. The flagman ride out on a horse.

We are getting a sweeping shot of the English army. It is huge. It’s a wide shot, and the farther back it pans, the more of the thick, crowded English army you can see. It stretches to the horizon. It is an overwhelming site. A sea of men and horses and artillery. It’s worth it to stop at that moment and explain in whatever detail you choose how threatening this army appears.

And of course, to drag it out, they had a priest come through and give everybody a blessing.

Then the Scottish fighters raise their kilts and flash the English. So we chuckle at that.

And the low drumming in the background is ominous. So just as I did with the Dahlia scene where I kept mentioning the rain and the lightning and the wind. As Dahlia got angrier, the wind and rain increased. The drumming helps the tension. Well, you can say the same thing in your description. You’re noticing it so you should point it out and it will be …

It’s hard to describe why it works in the movie and why it would work in a book, but let me try.

It’s taking the reader away from the battle that’s about to happen. That’s a tease. The longer you sit there sensing they’re gonna fight, they’re gonna fight, they’re gonna fight – and don’t let them fight – that’s a tease. There are big teases a little teasers. This is a micro tease. When you refer to the constant drumming, you can equate it to a heartbeat. Or a racing pulse, but by jumping away for just a few seconds, you have lengthened the tease. That would be my assessment as why that works. It’s probably purely psychological. And it only works if you really, really built up that this is about to be a massacre.

On the English side we see the archers run to the front of the line with their bows and arrows. We see a flagman riding on a horse out front, signaling for the troops to get ready.

The English archers step in front of the line of horses. They are now the front line before the massive empty field between them and Mel Gibson’s army.

Since it was a sea of men on the English side, several shots show the flagman continuing to ride and more and more archers coming to the front. By repeating that scene, they show you how big of an army it is. By repeating that information in your book, you would also be explaining and showing how big the English army is. You would use different words each time but it would convey the impact, the massiveness, of the army readying itself.

The commander on horseback observes the long row of archers as it stretches off to the horizon. He sits on horseback in front of his army.

There is a jump cut to Mel Gibson’s army. It looks pretty big but it’s nowhere near the size of the English and nowhere near as well-equipped.

And it’s dirty. Mel Gibson’s guys have no uniforms or uniformity. They are covered in mud and war paint. The English have uniforms and all their helmets match and all their spears are the same length. This detail shows the disparity visually, but again by taking a few sentences to mention it, you would underscore the ragtag nature of Gibson’s army while delaying – teasing – for another few seconds.

A shot of Gibson taking a deep breath. A shot of one of his lieutenants – his childhood friend – taking a deep breath. They are steadying themselves, getting ready.

As the low drumming continues, the field is basically quiet. A little bit of noise like a horse whinnying in the background as we see different shots of the English army standing still and ready.

This would be a worthwhile micro tease. The shots of Gibson’s army, they are nervous. On the English side, they are waiting patiently. So you have an emotional difference that you can convey. Also, the guy who professes to be (Saint) Stephen looks to the sky and is apparently praying. All of these little details don’t take very long to say but they are micro teases that help sustain the tension while you are delaying your tease.

Drumming, drumming, drumming – as we show the resolute faces of the English commanders.

Part 2: The Braveheart Analysis – The Battle

Gibson gives the war cry and his men all yell jeers at the English. This breaks the tension in the movie. It would probably do the same thing in your book. I wasn’t expecting that. I was just expecting them to fight. Instead they taunt each other a few times first. So, we have another delay.

The English stand resolute as the Gibson army moons them and yells curses.

The very calm English commander gives the signal to his lieutenant. The lieutenant waves his arm at the archers. The archer line steps forward to their arrows, which are stuck in the ground. Hundreds of men pick up their arrows and guide them into the strings of their bows.

They aim high because they must shoot across the long field but as they do you hear the stretching of the strings as they pull the arrow back. It tells you two things. First of all, it gets other senses involved, to hear that, and it makes you realize they’re pulling it very, very hard – so it’s going to have a lot of impact on whatever it hits.

With the command “loose!” the lieutenant drop his arm and the arrows fly. We see and hear the arrows in midair. They sound like a swarm of bees.

Gibson’s men see the arrows coming and they duck and take cover behind their shields

We see shot after shot of arrows hitting wooden shields – and a few arrows getting past the shields and landing on a thigh or exposed shoulder or foot. A few men are killed. It is obvious the shields are not big enough.

A close-up of Gibson as he flinches when an arrowhead comes through his shield a few inches.

Next to him, Saint Stephen says something funny. “The Lord says he can get me out of this mess but he’s pretty sure you’re (screwed).”

Never underestimate the impact of your roller coaster. You have a ton of tension and you were starting to deliver it and you break it up with a humorous line. As soon as the audience gets their little chuckle, they are holding their breath again. You are playing them like a piano.

Gibson’s reaction is less than confident. Like, how could you say that. Saint Stephen laughs.

It is worth it then to describe what we see on the face of Gibson after Stephen delivers the line that Gibson/Wallace is screwed.

When Stephen begin speaking, Wallace’s eyes are fixed on him, his face is one of concern and his mouth hangs open. Of course it does. He almost got an arrow in the forehead. At hearing he may be screwed, Wallace flinches slightly and widens his eyes, turning his face more toward Stephen. His mouth and goes from gaping to raised eyebrows and a look of concern. So surprise turns to fear. However you would best describe that, it happens quickly so you have to say/write it quickly, but it’s a huge change in demeanor. And ends with Stephen laughing. We don’t get Gibson’s reaction to the laugh, but he will have one. It’s a moment of levity.

Fun fun fun. Arrows keep hitting. A few screams. A few men fall to the ground.

A moment of quiet as Gibson’s army peaks out from behind their shields. No more arrows come down, so they jump to their feet and scream like You didn’t kill us!

The English Lieutenant commands more arrows to fly. The long line of archers let them loose. Again we see them fly and hear them go through the air. Gibson’s men quickly lower their kilts and turn around to grab their shields.

As a viewer, we realize their timing was a bit stupid. They may not get their shields back up in time. That’s more tension.

Gibson and Stephen look to the sky as the arrows come down. The army covers itself again – most of it, anyway. A few get caught unprepared and one takes an arrow in the butt. Almost everyone has an arrow sticking out of their shield at this point and we are starting to wonder about the sanity of this type of defense. There seem to be a lot more injuries on the second valley of arrows.

Of the injuries, we see them in greater detail the second time, too. But at the end of the valley, Gibson stands and gives his signal to the support team to leave. They do.

The English commanders joke to themselves that half the opponent’s army is running away.

The English commander says to send in the horses now. To make a run at Gibson’s army.

The archers step behind each other to allow soldiers on horseback to ride through with long Spears.

More drumming.

Now the long line of archers is passed by the long line of horsemen and their spears. The spears are insanely long. Maybe 25 feet long like lances in a joust.

A shot of Gibson’s army as they kind of pale at this. They realize more of them will be killed with this assault.

The English horseman advance their horses at a walk. Calm. Confident.

Gibson’s army seems less so.

A look of calm confidence on the English commander’s face.

Smiles on the Horsemen’s faces. They move from a walk to a trot.

Close-ups of the horses’ hooves thundering across the grass. You would want to describe that.

A rumbling wave of soldiers on horseback sweep across the green field.

Gibson’s army breathing heavy, their faces drawn and slack jawed. It surely scares them.

The confidence of English soldier after English soldier as they move the horses to a gallop.

The wall of mounted men is thick and wide and deep. Endless.

Shots of Gibson’s men taking deep breaths, backing up slightly, gritting their teeth, every face is resolute but uncertain.

A look of fear appears on Gibson’s face.

Another shot of the horses thundering towards them. They break into a run.

Gibson appears as though he is nervous and almost trembling, but he shouts to his men: “Steady!”

A view from behind Gibson’s army as the horsemen come closer. They will be upon Gibson’s army in seconds. The faces of Gibson’s men are fearful but they are not backing away.

Gibson shouts “hold!”

Another shot of the horses thundering towards them.

Gibson raises his voice. It wavers a bit. Hold!

The horseman are now maybe 50 feet away.

Gibson shouts again. Hold! Each time he says it, he says it loud louder but with more urgency. Hold!

The horseman take their spears from vertical to horizontal and scream their war cry.

One of Gibson’s lieutenants has a look of absolute horror on his face as he prepares to receive the impact of whatever is coming.

The horseman sweep who the last few feet of distance between the two armies and

Gibson, his sword held high in the air, takes a deep breath and almost appears to lift himself up onto his toes.

The camera rushes forward from the point of view of a horseman, as it moves at full speed into the faces almost in the faces of Gibson’s army.

Gibson shouts “Now!”

The front line of his army drops to their knees and raises long wooden spears they fashioned out of tree limbs. Shouting and raising them, they shove the back end into the ground and hold them up to skewer the horses and riders as they race forward.

And it is a long line of spears the horses are about to ride into.

And as they do, some stop short. And the riders go flying. Horses get speared. Gibson’s army is screaming there were cry.

Horses rear back at the last second to not plunge into the spears. More riders go flying. A rider pulls back too hard on the reins and causes his horse to fall backwards onto him as the horse takes a spear to the belly. The second and third line of horses – you would’ve described there were multiple lines of horses – continues forward and pushes the first line into the spears, and gets speared themselves. Man after man is impaled on the long homemade spikes. Bodies go flying into Gibson’s army; groans and groans and screams of stabbed horses fill the air.

Spears ripping through horse flesh.

Gibson’s men begin hacking the English soldiers who have fallen.

Horse after horse falls to the ground screening.

Men are trapped under the horses; Gibson’s soldiers advance. The hand to hand combat begins.

Gibson wields a pickax and drives it into the skull of one of the English soldiers.

The next shot is of two or three soldiers surrounding an Englishmen and beating him with their swords and mallets.

The next shot is a few other horses continuing onward into the spears and one of Gibson’s soldiers jumping forward to pull the rider to the ground, raising his sword to kill the man.

The next shot is one of the soldiers surrounded by Gibson’s army as they descend upon him.

The next shot is the second and third line trying to turn the horses around and conveying an air of confusion among the riders.

More horse screams.

Gibson’s friend clubs a rider as he comes into their ranks, pulling the man to the ground.

Another rider is thrown from his horse.

Men with spears trying to hold the spear study or lift it and stab the riders.

Horses running away through the crowd.

English soldiers being butchered by the Scottish horde.

Gibson’s soldiers jumping over fallen Englishman and horses as the Scots advance, chasing the remaining English riders or trying to attack them.

A shot of the English commander. His face shows concern. He is no longer confident, he is surprised and possibly scared of what he is seeing.

With an uncertain voice he commands the lieutenant to send the infantry. The lieutenant begins to contradict him. The commander grits his teeth and raises his voice. “Send them. You lead them!” He is not at all certain of the outcome of this battle at this point. He is disappointed at his mounted soldiers being tricked and slain.

Shots of Gibson’s men smiling as they enjoy the fact they have pushed back the first wave of the English attack.

Soldier after mounted soldier fall from the horses to be slain.

Hand-to-hand combat. An English soldier is clubbed in the back. Another one is smashed in the head with a club as he leaves on the ground.

The clash of swords fills the air. Gibson wields his axe and peers out over the field. The English commander stands there as the infantry prepare themselves, holding battle axes on the end of long poles that tower over the long line of infantrymen who have moved to the front.

The lieutenant raises his sword and waves it with a cry; his infantrymen come forward, row after row after row, stretching to the horizon, as they scream their war cry. In front of them, the lieutenant rides on his horse, sword drawn.

Bearing his teeth and scowling, Gibson waves at his men, he screams and runs toward the English. His men follow.

Still horses are being slaughtered as Gibson’s army runs past them in the open field.

The mass of ragtag soldiers sweep forward with their crude weapons.

Running full speed towards the English, their legs are bare as their kilts fly up from the speed. They do not move forward in a uniform line, they run as fast as they can like a mob, as opposed to the English who moved in a line.

The English soldiers, swords in hand, now break into a flat out run.

Gibson’s army sprints towards them.

It almost looks more like a sport then a battle with everyone running towards each other this way.

A shot of Gibson’s army getting closer, a shot of the English army getting closer, everyone yelling the battle cry, sprinting as fast as they can, wielding their weapons.

The lieutenant, on horseback, gallops in front his sword raised.

His army sprints along behind him.

Gibson’s men are now at a full out sprint, covering the ground between them.

As the armies descend into each other, the weapons are raised overhead to be brought down onto the opposition.

Here comes the tricky part. You’re going to have two big armies on foot running in clashing together. In your book you will have to consider who’s point of view you’re going to maintain, because if you are in Gibson’s POV, he can’t see what’s happening behind him – so for this scene you may choose a different point of view. After all, a lot is happening.

Two side notes: Your scene starts before your scene starts. You can’t just jump into a battle, you have to set the stage. Also, the reason Gibson is so distraught by Stephen’s words is, Stephen had his back before that.

The fact it was a joke still introduces the audience to the fact that Wallace is not invincible and could in fact get killed. Which he does at the end. So it’s also a masterful bit of foreshadowing.

The armies surge forward into each other.

The sound of steel on steel fills the air as sword meets sword.

Bodies stream past each other and smash into each other as weapons fly.

In the center of the field, an ocean of men and weapons swirls.

The old man, bleeding from the forehead, rushes forward and wields his weapon, screaming as he collides with an Englishman.

A young man throws himself into an English soldier and they both fall to the ground.

The mob is chaotic as each person swings their weapons trying to make sure it lands on a foe.

An Englishmen up ends a Scotsman and throws him to the ground. Gibson raises his sword with both hands overhead and slashes at the arm of one English soldier, turning and drawing his blade in one smooth motion across the belly of another, then raises it high again to knock the sword out of another advancing Englishman.

His best friend slashes away at an English soldier, a wild eyed look on his face.

A mallet smashes into a head. Blood spews everywhere.

With many of Gibson’s army holding nothing more than sticks, they rush towards the Englishman.

Hacking and slaying as weapons meet flesh, regardless of whose side they are on in the melee.

Stephen slashes at an English officer.

The old man collides with an Englishman and drives his sword into him, turning to cheer victoriously before driving his knife into the next soldier.

Gibson swipes at one soldier after another.

His friend swipes a broadsword across the belly of an Englishman.

Gibson raises a hand and catches a soldier’s sword before headbutting the soldier and whipping around and dropping low to take out the legs of a horse that rushes by.

The old man, grabbing his sword with by the handle and putting his other hand on the blade, kicks at an Englishman.

A mallet meets in English soldiers head. Blood flies everywhere.

The old man screams as he slash is wildly at his opponent.

Stephen slashes and an English soldier.

An English so soldier gets his throat slit

Stephen stabs his opponent

One of Gibson’s soldiers, no weapon in his hand, kicks at a fallen English soldier.

Gibson’s friend slashes another soldier, taking on two at a time and pushing his way into them. He raises his battle ax and chops at the soldiers head neck

A sword rips through an English soldiers leg, dismembering him

One of Gibson’s men falls. Then another, as if the Englishman are able to turn the tide a little.

Gibson’s young lieutenant slashes his opponent

The old man chops into the belly of another Englishman.

St. Stephen skewers an opponent, then bows low and takes an advancing soldier and throws him on his back before raising his sword and slashing at him.

Scottish soldier bashes in English order in the face.

Another square mallet splits open English head

The old man kills one opponent then another in a bloody violent dance, grabbing a third and elbowing him in the head.

Gibson swings his long sword in a circle with both hands, getting one or two Englishman with each pass.

He jumps forward, slashes a man’s face open before raising his sword high and plunging into another one, taking the man off his knees and dropping him over his back.

Gibson plunges his sword into one of the English sergeants, it’s goes completely through his back. As he throws him to the ground, another soldier advances. Gibson takes a backswing across the soldier’s face before raising his sword high with both hands and bringing it down onto the soldiers skull, splitting it like a coconut.

The English commander’s face is drawn, his lip lips in a tight O. Thundering hoofbeats are heard behind him. He turns around to see the second wave of Gibson’s army – the ones they thought had left – advancing upon his flank. He turns and shouts to his lieutenants

He licks his lips first. Nice move.

The English archers, retreating from behind by Gibson’s second wave attack, leave the field.

The commander spins in all directions, his eyebrows raised and his mouth tight.

More shots of his archers being butchered by the second attack

The second attack is on horse so they had the advantage of height on the archers.

Rushing forward on their horses, the second Scottish wave butchers the archers one after another trampling them and squishing them between horses and stabbing them and spearing them.

The English commander is in complete confusion over what to do. He commands his army to flee from the battlefield.

The ones who can, do. The rest fall victim to the swords and clubs and mallets and rocks and spears and knives of Gibson’s army as the assault in the middle of the pasture continues.

Gibson ducks out of the way of a soldier’s sword and brings a mallet from the ground into the man’s belly. Another soldier comes in. Gibson grabs the soldier’s sword hand and clubs the man’s legs. Another soldier comes forward and Gibson grabs an axe and throws it into the man’s chest.

The old man is clubbed to the ground and his hand hacked off. He plunges hos sword into the belly of his attacker.

Stephen skewers a sword through the eye of an opponent.

The best friend clubs man after man with his battle axe.

The scene in the middle of the field shows fewer and fewer Englishman.

Gibson slashes an opponent before driving his sword through the next one

Man after man falls by Gibson’s hand.

Looking around, Gibson takes a moment – as he stabs his next victim – to assess the situation. The English Lieutenant rides forward on his horse towards Gibson. Gibson drops his current opponent and stands, his arms outstretched, sword in hand, raised to meet the lietenant in battle.

The lieutenant speeds forward on his horse, screaming.

Gibson screams and raises his sword higher.

As the horse descends upon him, Gibson slashes the legs out from the horse and the lieutenant falls to the ground. Gibson beheads him with one powerful swing of his massive broadsword.

In the middle of the melee, we see the clan leader on horseback from the second wave of Gibson’s attack nearing the middle of the field, shouting victoriously.

Priests drag Gibson’s wounded from the field amidst the fighting.

Hand to hand combat ensues on the ground. Those were wounded and are on the ground slash and stab at whatever opponent they can reach.

A sea of bodies lies in the middle of the field, many with swords sticking out of them, all of them bloody, as Scotsman weave their way through them, stabbing the wounded English to death.

A Scottish victim here and there tries to crawl out from under an opponent who has died on top of him.

The air is filled less with the clash of swords and more with the moans and groans of the wounded, as the mounted second wave continues to the center the field. The commander of the mounted second wave approaches Gibson, who turns and raises his sword to attack. Both and then realize the victory has been successful. They gaze around themselves and smile. The main part the butchery is done. Now only a little cleaning up to do.

Gibson says “All right” and walks off the field, turning to look back over it.

Exhausted and bleeding, staggering, he looks out upon an army of the dead man in his living soldiers, raising his sword and giving one last battle cry

His army raises their arms and shelves back triumphantly

Gibson, gasping, nods, his mouth open his eyes tired. They have won.

He stabs his sword in the ground and walks off the battlefield.

The next scene is him kneeling in a church before the nobles as they knight him. When he stands, knighted, they all cheer. His army and everybody else.

OKAY

This scene took 16 number of minutes to unfold in the movie. It took about an hour for me to go through it on slow-motion and narrate the main points of what was happening in the scene to create this play by play outline/template. 4000 words went down on paper, to be clarified by me over the next 90 minutes.

How many words this turns out to be is up to your and your book’s requirements. I could easily see 8-16 hours creating the first draft of this chapter or scene, so don’t try to rush. Take each microscene and make it – show it – as best as you can.

I could easily see spending another few hours – spread over a couple of days – refining and tweaking it before I sent it to a critique partner for their assessment.

I would let it rest 3 to 5 days before reading it again, catching words that were wrong or things that seemed out of place. After that, I would let my beta readers have a look and I would refund it one more time after they were done with it.

 

Then I would probably let it go.

My point is this: you could come away with an amazing battle scene. Yours is not going to be Mel Gibson’s. You’re not writing Braveheart. But by looking at these 4000 words and what information they convey in outline form, you see a starting point for an amazingly complex battle! Whatever you are writing, if you can dictate it to use dictate to yourself whatever you see in your head, then you can go back and lay in what amount of detail you feel necessary. Then you can refine it so that each micro segment is a scene until it self.

And when you jump around from one to the other, it will be okay because everyone understands it’s a big battle scene and there’s a lot going on at the same time – but you show it step by step, one microscene at a time.

It’s like the answer to the question, How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time

Do you have in your head what your big battle looks like? If you don’t, use this as a template. If you have your own, in your head, write that down as we discussed.

Even if you use this template step-by-step, you’re not going to eat end up writing Braveheart because what is important in your story is different from what was important in Mel Gibson’s.

And you’re not gonna want to write every single scene and shot anyway. You’re not writing a screenplay. You’re not drafting a movie.

In your book you’ll write as much as you need. And then you will take out whatever is not needed.

And after you’ve done it a few times, it won’t be this big intimidating mountain of information you don’t know how to do. It will be something you’ve done – and if you do it a few times it will be something you do well. And by a few times, I mean a few different books or a few different drafts or a few different short stories. Doesn’t matter. Practice is what will make it great.

 

TOMORROW: Part 2 – other types of action scenes and the writing style you should use in action scenes.

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3 Crucial Things YOU SKIP That RUIN Your Story

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After completing the first draft of your story, the next big step is:

NOTHING.

Letting the manuscript rest is HUGE, at least to me. And it’s hard to do! Leave it alone? We writer types are constant tinkerers.

But

After doing so many critiques, I know to let my MS rest a while – and it’s like somebody else wrote it after I do. I can see almost all the fixes and do them. I can be objective. I CAN FORGET THAT I KNEW WHAT I MEANT BY WHAT I WROTE AND INSTEAD SEE WHAT’S ACTUALLY WRITTEN – and whether it makes sense to somebody who’s reading it and does not already know all the stuff going on in my head.

It’s a lot of work and it’s not a perfect system but it works for me.

I hear you. You’re going “Hmm…”

Allow me to explain.

With “Angel” I knew I needed to learn more about writing and adding emotion, etc., so I let it sit for over a year while I wrote other things. During that year, I improved a LOT as a writer so when I revisited Angel I could see all sorts of problems. Nothing life threatening, but the kind of stuff that takes it from a good story idea with a few good scenes and some interesting characters to a well told, amazing ride that readers won’t forget.

Taking a month to do its second draft allowed me to spend the time necessary to get it closer to where it needed to be. It really was like reading somebody else’s book; I’d forgotten some stuff I put in there but more importantly I ADDED the stuff I knew needed to go in: it was too tell-y; it became more show-y. More emotional. Consistent tense. No head hopping POV. Now I will let Allison review it, make the changes she suggests, and send it to beta readers, and see what suggestions they have.

8 Steps You NEED To Take

  1. Write*
  2. Rest**
  3. Read again and revise
  4. Send to editor/trusted CP (Know what you do while they have it? Rest.)
  5. Revise
  6. Send to betas (Know what you do while they have it? REST!)
  7. Revise
  8. Publish

*That first “write” may contain several rewrites of selected sections as I go along. You know how we writer types are.

**This is the step too many people skip, myself included. This takes place after the first draft is completed, and your first draft should get completed in 3-4 months. Because it’s a first draft, not a completed manuscript. Give your self time to grow in the story.

How long do you let it rest?

As long as you can, but not less than a day for a chapter you want to review, a month for a completed first draft of the MS – although three months is better, possibly ideal. A year is probably too long.

Probably. Maybe not.

The three critical things you skip that ruin your story are the three times you should rest – but you don’t. Rookies keep tinkering. Stop. You wrote a good story. Go away for a while and enter weekly writing challenges or flesh out some ideas that you put on hold.

Set a date to return to your MS and then DO NOT LOOK AT IT until that date. That little bit of discipline will save you countless frustrating hours.

Why?

When we are writing, we know exactly what we mean as we put the words down. After a rest period, our engagement with the scene fades and we view it more like a first time reader – and we will see whether it was as awesome as we first thought.

  • Resting will help adjust the point of a scene and whether it needs to be included at all.
  • Resting will help you see the intensity of a scene the way a reader would, and
  • You WILL NOT see typos or poorly worded phrases, or at least not as many of them, until you let the MS rest. You’re simply too familiar with the wording and your manner of speaking. You won’t see where you typed it wrong.

If you had asked me if I’d ever revise a story so many times, I’d say NO, but really it’s minor tweaks happening IF I can let it rest a proper amount of time first!

So I do all the hard work there, after the “rest” phase, and everyone else benefits (I hope).

WORK ON OTHER STUFF WHILE YOU LET THE MS REST.

Write your next amazing story. You have more than one in you, trust me.

Most of you can’t let your MS rest long enough to become objective about it, and most of the rest of you probably revise it forever. There’s a rule for that, too: at some point the changes don’t make it better, they just make it different. Don’t forget to eventually get to step 8.

Take a deep breath and press send. Publish that sucker.

For an author, to be unread is to not exist.

Just be sure to rest a while first.

How long do YOU let your manuscript rest? BE HONEST!!

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Fun In 500 Words

Always jot down your story ideas. Flesh them out later when you can, but write them down. Here’s one of mine.


 

Coffee With Spies

 

“Do you always bring a gun to breakfast?” I nodded at the bulge on the side of her jacket.

“No, I don’t.” The colonel straightened up, adjusting her charcoal coat. “I also don’t much appreciate jokes.”

“Sorry.”

Pulling a cigarette from a long, thin pack, she tapped the end on the white linen tablecloth. “When I was new, my trainer took me to a meeting similar to this one. He was old school, my T-2. Used to help spooks after the Cold War. Relocation, new identities, stuff like that.”

She put the cigarette between her lips and waited. I reached over and picked up her lighter, flipping it open and snapping the flame to life. The colonel leaned forward and took a draw, the tip of her cigarette glowing orange. Leaning back in her chair, she blew a stream of white at the sky.

“He said back then everybody was constantly changing sides. A new American Congress would get elected, and they’d go in and change the rules. Chaps we were fighting on Monday were our allies with on Tuesday. On Wednesday, the yanks would change their minds again and the field agents went right back into the fray. You saw that rubbish in the 80’s with the Contras.”

I toyed with the lighter. It was heavy. Expensive. Apparently, the colonel liked nice things.

She looked good after so many years of what had to be nonstop stress. Trim figure, perfect posture, stylish hair . . . and sharp eyes. She had the impeccable British manners, but I could see how that body had been an asset to her in this job. The only thing that really hinted at her age was the wrinkles around her eyes, and when she wore her sunglasses even those weren’t visible.

“So I’m sitting there listening to him tell me this when I realize he’s referring to our companion. The three of us are having dinner at this fancy restaurant in Prague, but it’s a Tuesday, so they were allies, right? These two men were trying to kill each other a few months earlier, but now we had to sit down and hammer out this deal. I was new. It made me quite nervous, but the trainer smiled, and so did the other fellow, so we had our meeting. Afterward, our companion invited us to his flat for coffee. We meet his wife and daughter, the works. Nice guy. They got along well, like old friends. It was the darndest thing.”

“Huh.” I nodded. “That must’ve been something else, being—”

“You didn’t let me finish.” She folded her arms and sat back in her chair, pointing the cigarette at me. “My trainer said if he got a text in the middle of coffee saying the rules had switched back, he would pull out his .45 and shoot our new friend right between the eyes in front of his wife and child and then sit back down and finish his coffee.”

Her face was the same as it been at the start of the story. Calm. Cool. Expressionless. Like she’d just told me the train schedule.

I laid her lighter down on the tablecloth.

“That.” The colonel took another drag on her cigarette. “Is the kind of people we’re dealing with, Mr. Lamonte.”


That was about 552 words, but I only have one question:

If this were the opening of a novel, the first page,

would you be interested in reading more?

Below is the original idea I scratched out in Notepad on my cell phone.


ORIGINAL DRAFT

“Do you always carry a gun to coffee?” I nodded at the bulge in his jacket.

 

“No, I don’t.” The colonel straightened his jacket. “I also don’t much appreciate jokes.”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“I was having coffee with a guy he was a trainer of mine and he told me about the old days when he used to help guys after the war. Cold War stuff. Spy protection.

 

“He said everybody was always changing sides. Each Congress would come in and change the rules and then the guys we were fighting against on Monday we were allies with on Tuesday. On Wednesday, the Congress might change their mind again and we were right back into the fray.

 

“So I’m sitting here having coffee with him and he explained that he was having coffee with somebody over from the other side one time. But it was a during a time when they were allies. And I actually had to sit down—these two guys who were trying to kill each other a few months earlier, I had to sit down and hammer out this deal. Work together. He said it was the darndest thing.”

 

“I must’ve been something else.”

 

“You  didn’t let me finish. He said if you got a text saying the rules it switched back, he would pull that it’s 45 a shoot the guy right between the eyes in front of his wife and kid, then sit down and finish this coffee. That’s the kind of guys we’re dealing with.


 

 

Finish With A Bang

coverUsing my unreleased manuscript An Angel On Her Shoulder, I am showing you my techniques for reworking a story into a more readable, more enjoyable piece. It’s 45+ lessons in about 45 days. (To start at Chapter 1, click HERE.)

To view it best, bring up the two versions in different windows and view them side by side to see what was changed.

Then give me your thoughts in the comment section, where I’ve added a few other thoughts on storytelling.

Below is the final chapter of this story, followed by an explanation of my story writing/filing organization system.

 I KNOW you don’t want to learn about my filing system, but I’ll explain it and then ask some questions about the story, too.

But I’ll go over the filing stuff after the chapter analysis. It’ll help some of you, and maybe save you some money.

Here’s the conclusion of Angel


Chapter 45, “FINAL”

 

The next day, the storm had passed.

I looked out over the Atlanta skyline as Mallory and Sophie slept. 6am, as usual. It was nice to think that things would start getting back to normal now.

The skies were sunny and bright. Pastel colors beamed out from the puffy white clouds. It was a beautiful day. Heavenly, one might say.

I had decided about something, too. We were lucky. We were absolutely lucky.

There had been an angel on the doctor’s shoulder that day. There was one with her at the winery, and with us at the car fire. Maybe other times, too.

My daughter does have an angel on her shoulder. And I had come to feel that I knew who that angel was. Watching out for my daughter, and still watching out for me. Giving things a little nudge here and there. Or throwing an elbow. Giving me a dead battery at the right time . . . Maybe an angel had been helping me all along, I just didn’t see.

I was glad she would play a role in my daughter’s life after all. Like Father Frank said, why should the bad guys get to have all the fun?

At breakfast, I asked Tyree for a favor. An old friend, who was getting out of prison soon, would need some guidance in rebuilding a life for himself. A life that he wanted to be on a different path than the one he was on when he went to prison. Tyree was more than willing to head on up to Lima, Ohio, and start his next project.

Meanwhile, I had some driving to do myself. When the rental car showed up, we packed it with the few remaining items that hadn’t been ruined in the wreck or doused with gasoline.

That, and a few bags of goldfish crackers for the ride home.

It was another big van. I wondered if maybe Mallory was trying to tell me something.

On the long drive south, we talked and sang songs, and watched cartoons on the car’s DVD player until boredom and fatigue eventually put my wife and daughter to sleep again.

I was content. I knew that Dahlia would appreciate my gift of the relic cross, and the story that came with it. That would more than satisfy my debt with her, and maybe even rack up a little house credit—not that I planned on needing any. The cross was valuable before, but like all weapons, once it had seen battle, it had become even more precious. I felt the mambo would see that it went to good use.

That only left one person to thank.

I pulled out my cell phone and called Our Lady Of Mercy. Mrs. Clermont answered.

“May I speak with Father Frank, please?” I asked.

“Who?” Mrs. Clermont’s voice crackled with static as I drove. Maybe all the cell towers weren’t back up and running yet after the storm.

“Mrs. Clermont, may I speak with Father Frank, please? Is he in?”

“I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have anyone here by that name.”

“I think we just have a bad connection from the storm, ma’am. I’m trying to reach Father Frank. Is he available? Or can I make an appointment with him?”

“No, I heard you sir. There’s no Father Frank here. Do you have the right number? This is Our Lady Of Mercy.”

“Mrs. Clermont, I just spoke with him a few days ago. Father Frank. He was doing confessions—”

“Sir, we have no Father Frank here.” Mrs. Clermont replied cooly. “In fact, we have nobody on our roster named Frank at all, first name or last. And I’ve worked here for ten years.”

I set the phone down, speechless, staring at the highway stretching in front of me.

Then I remembered.

Why should the bad guys get to have all the fun?

I almost drove off the road.

 

THE END


Original Chapter 45, An Angel On Her Shoulder

 

The next day, the storm had passed.

I looked out over the Atlanta skyline as Michele and Savvy slept. 6am, as usual. It was nice to think that things would start getting back to normal now.

The skies were sunny and bright. Pastel colors beamed out from the puffy white clouds. It was a beautiful day. Heavenly, one might say.

We were lucky. I had decided. We were absolutely lucky.

There had been an angel on the doctor’s shoulder that day. There was one with her at the winery, and with us at the car fire. Maybe other times, too.

My daughter does have an angel on her shoulder. And I had come to feel that I knew who that angel was. Watching out for my daughter; watching out for me still. Giving things a little nudge here and there. Or throwing an elbow. Giving me a dead battery at the right time… Maybe an angel had been helping me all along, I just didn’t see.

I was glad she would play a role in my daughter’s life after all. Like Father Frank said, why should the bad guys get to have all the fun?

Next door, Tyree had been asleep. At breakfast, I asked him for a favor. An old friend, who was getting out of prison soon, would be needing some guidance in rebuilding a life for himself. A life that he wanted to be on a different path than the one he was on when he went to prison.

Tyree was more than willing to head on up to Lima, Ohio, and start his next project.

Meanwhile, I had some driving to do myself. When the rental car showed up, we packed it with the few remaining items that hadn’t been ruined in the wreck or doused with gasoline.

That, and a few bags of goldfish crackers for the ride home.

It was another big van. I wondered if maybe Michele was trying to tell me something.

On the long drive south, we talked and sang songs, and watched cartoons on the car’s DVD player until boredom and fatigue eventually put my wife and daughter to sleep again.

I was content. I knew that Dahlia would appreciate my gift of the relic cross, and the story that came with it. That would more than satisfy my debt with her, and maybe even rack up a little house credit. Not that I planned on needing that. The cross was valuable before, but like all weapons, once it had seen battle, it had become even more precious. I felt the mambo would see that it went to good use.

That only left one person to thank.

I pulled out my cell phone and called Our Lady Of Mercy. Mrs Clermont answered.

“May I speak with Father Frank, please?” I asked politely.

“Who?” she asked. The phone crackled with a little static as I drove. Maybe all the cell towers weren’t back up and running yet after the storm.

“Mrs Clermont, may I speak with Father Frank, please? Is he in?”

“I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have anyone here by that name.”

“I think we just have a bad connection from the storm, ma’am. I’m trying to reach Father Frank. Is he available? Or can I make an appointment with him?”

“No, I heard you sir. There’s no Father Frank here. Do you have the right number? This is Our Lady Of Mercy…”

“Mrs Clermont, I just spoke with him a few days ago. Father Frank. He was doing confessions…”

“Sir, we have no Father Frank here,” she replied. “In fact, we have nobody on our roster named Frank at all, first name or last. And I’ve worked here for ten years.”

I was speechless.

Then I remembered.

Why should the bad guys get to have all the fun?

I almost drove off the road.

 

THE END


ANALYSIS

First, did you ENJOY that ending?

Did you have FUN reading this story?

I love it. Parts of it are amazing. And who didn’t want to see Frank make a reappearance, at least kind of.

This ending sews everything up and ties it all together while sending our characters off into the sunset. Although here it’s a sunrise. Doesn’t matter. It’s my kind of ending.

By the way, feel free to make a comment about Frank. I know you want to.

Short and sweet, at only 600 or so words, this last chapter probably should be combined with the prior two chapters. We’ll see.

  • Chapter 43 was 1,103 words long,
  • Chapter 44 was 643 words long, and
  • Chapter 45 was 656 words long.

COMBINED, they’d be 2,402 – not bad after that 5k before it!

Drop in a row of asterisks between them and nobody would care it became one chapter that used to be three.

But there’s a reason to have it be 45, and it’s a silly one. 1945 was the year WWII ended. My final tip of the hat to the Killing Hitler reference.

Yeah, EVERYTHING in my stories means something.

(Wait until you get to The Water Castle. That one has hidden meaning everywhere.)

Okay, we finished well. We started a cover and we started a blurb. Soon we’ll be on to marketing – and I’ll need your help there!

How about I explain how to file your story chapters so you can arrange them easily when you start writing your nest idea.

Yawn.

No? Then skip down to the red section below.

I know filing is dull, but having now decided I have valuable storytelling knowledge to impart, I’m happy to show you my method of arranging and outlining it.

Organizing Your Story

Working with one long document as you build your story is a recipe to forget stuff, not be able to find it, and veer off your outline.

  1. Make an outline, and save it in its own file. (The way my computer files stuff, my outline has to be called AAA OUTLINE to come first in the file sort.)
  2. When you start writing, make a file for each chapter as you write them. All of these files go into a Folder named after the working title. (The way my computer files stuff, o1 comes after AAA, and I want my outline first, then my chapters.)
  3. Make a cast of characters file, and save it there, too. (To make my cast of characters last, I label it ZZZ Cast Of Characters.)

Each file is called by its chapter name and a few words about its content:

Angel 01 – the winery wreck

Angel 02 – the church festival

also, each file is saved with a the date it was written, saved under the new date every day if it takes more than one day to write that chapter.

So Angel 02 – the church festival gets the date of 02012017 tacked onto the end (day, month, year: 02 = February, 01 = the first, 2017 = the year)

and as it takes a second day to write,

Angel 02 – the church festival 02012017

becomes

Angel 02 – the church festival 02022017

At the end of each completed chapter or the end of each writing day, the entire folder is saved onto a thumb drive, and I save constantly throughout the chapter as I write.

IF anything were to happen, I’d never lose more than a few minutes of work, and if the computer eats my story, the backup has all but the latest day’s work. Yes, you can save to a cloud. This works for me. I keep control of it all right here. I also occasionally save to a backup hard drive.

If you get ideas, throw ’em in a file, one file per idea. That way you can see them when you open the folder, and they can be deleted after you take care of them. Same with loose ends and plot twists.

When you finish the story, create a WHOLE BOOK file and copy-paste each individual chapter file into the book. You have to format it with a table of contents and hyperlinks anyway, so why not? Drop the old chapter 2 file into a new folder called “used files into main,” as in, I used this file and now it’s in the main file, my book as compiled to date.

When you get ideas for covers, drop them into a “covers” folder. Any other stuff, create a “misc” folder for. And put all these folders into one BIG folder called your book’s title.

In my computer, it goes:

books folder

inside that is

published books folder and

unpublished books folder

under unpublished is a folder called

An Angel On Her Shoulder

– along with a few others I’m working on. Poggibonsi, The Water Castle, Breakfast With Spies, Wine and Die, and more. A separate folder for each story allows me to jump around as needed and keep track of everything.

If this seems confusing, it’s a free way to use what some systems charge for, and your computer does most of the work.

I just finished editing the book, showing you what changes I made along the way. I have saved it into the main file, backed it up onto a thumb drive and tonight it’ll go onto the external hard drive. For disaster management, I’ll send a copy to  my editor. too.

Then tomorrow I’ll start compiling the blog series into a how-to workbook, as an eBook and paperback. (What would you expect a tutorial like that to cost? I’m thinking $29.99, and the webinar that eventually comes from it will go for $49.99. What do you think? Where do you think I should price the workbook you just went through?)

There will be more. There always is.

Okay, some questions:

  • Were there any scenes of chapters you would recommend cutting out?
  • Any scenes that went on too long and you’d recommend trimming?
  • Any loose ends I missed?
  • Any lingering questions you have that I can answer? Speak now or forever hold your peace. Or Piece, whichever. 
  • Any thoughts on what the cover should look like?
  • Do you think this will be a helpful workbook as I’ve presented it here on the blog, if it were in paperback form this way and as an ebook?
  • What writing topics should I have covered that I didn’t? (Maybe I can add them.)

Put your answers in the comments section below or send me an email using the Contact Me button. 

THANK YOU for tagging along with me on this fun journey. I hope it was worthwhile.

Now it goes to beta readers, and while they have it I’ll try to take out some of my crutch words. (This post was written February 2, 2017, and I literally finished my edit of the MS an hour ago.) I’ll make some tweaks from the beta feedback, and then it goes to my editor. Barring any major problems, it’ll get released in late March.

I’ve enjoyed your comments immensely. You guys are the best.

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Let me have your comments. The next chapters will post tomorrow but they will ALL come down shortly after February 15 (probably), so don’t dawdle!

You are readers, too. Your input will shape the final product. Be honest.

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Characterization Lives In The Little “Somethings”

It’s a fun concept. Giving – or knowing, even if just in the writer’s head – that level of detail allows a three- dimensional person to evolve. Someone who, with just a few lines, can endear themselves to a reader.

“As if talking to himself (which he might have been doing), he said he wanted some company while he worked. This bird fit the, um, bill. He brought it back to the table so it could watch him do math.”

In 40 words, we can fall in love with a character. That’s how simple it can be to write an amazing character. And how hard. Lacy or colorful shoes indicate an inner free spirit in a character. Maybe an outward free spirit, too.

It’s fun to wonder what unique traits my characters have had (or what I have myself as a 3-D person)!

Nice job with this.

Allison Maruska

Last night, I started outlining a new story. There are two POV characters. One is Beth, an English woman whose story occurs in 1981. The other is Sonia, an American woman (I haven’t figured out which city yet) living in the present day.

character-quoteI know basic details for each character.

Beth – English, a primary school teacher, married, romantic (idolizes Lady Di), a little anxious, can be disorganized. Has long, dirty-blonde hair that’s unruly at times. She’s short and a little overweight.

Sonia – African-American, lives in a big city, political science professor, engaged, tall, fit, type-A. Prefers intellectual conversations to dreamy flights of fancy.

Those are good details to start, but as get to know them, I realize I need more. I need those little “somethings” that make someone special. Unique. Real.

The risk when creating characters is to fall into stereotypes. Like the Hemingway quote suggests, we want…

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