Saturday, May 7, 2016

MEANINGFUL DIALOGUE


THE JOY OF STORY
John M. Daniel’s Blog
May 7, 2016



Howdy, fellow writers and readers of stories of all sorts: short stories, novels, epic sagas, limericks, risque jokes, movies, plays, folk songs—indeed, stories in any form, so long as they make a point, entertain, and show the magic of language.

This week, I have some things to say about dialogue. Dialogue is a near-necessity for good storytelling. Dialogue is a great tool for character development. How a person says something shows us a lot about what sort of person he or she is. Dialogue is also an illustration of the relationship between two (or more) people. And dialogue almost always enhances the plot of a story, because by the time the characters stop talking, something will almost invariably have changed during the conversation.

From what characters say, and how they say it, the reader will usually learn about these people: what they want, how they feel, whether they’re intelligent or dumb, good or bad, glass-half-empty or glass-half-full.

So use dialogue. Lots of dialogue. And give separate voices to your characters. Show, don’t tell. (How often must we hear that rule? A lot, lest we forget.) And make your dialogue real, not phony. If you can’t hear your characters when they’re having their say, read your story out loud. Do the voices sound like people talking? Just in case you’ve never noticed, people don’t always speak in full sentences. People use contractions more often than not. Grammar isn’t as important as emotion.

Then there’s the matter of the dialogue tags. The “he said,” the “she asked.” Elmore Leonard and Raymond Carver showed us that tags aren’t always necessary, so don’t overuse them if you don’t need them.

I have some pet peeves when it comes to dialogue tags. Now for a bit of show, don’t tell, I’ll finish this essay with a story:

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“YOU’RE IT!” HE SAID TOUCHINGLY
Uses and Abuses of Dialogue Tags

The Butler’s Revenge

He hopped into the kitchen—obese, leathery, smelling like scum.
And he’s like, “Take me to the Princess!”
I shook my head, “Sorry. This ball is formal.”
“But she promised I could sleep with her!” he croaked, angrily.
“Welcome to the club,” I sympathized. That little bitch.
I picked him up and put him on a silver tray.
Said I, schemingly, “I’ll present you.”


The above story, a very short scene based on an old, archetypical fairy tale, needs work in the area of dialogue tags. Let’s do the work together.

Line 2 has what I consider an abomination, a speech pattern perpetrated on the English language by the young. Young people have been polluting our language ever since I became an intolerant old fart. Substituting “he goes” for “he said,” or “she’s all” for “she said,” or “I’m like” for “I said.” They make my eardrums ache. Okay, okay, it happens and I should just get over it. But consider the context here. This is no bus boy or scullery maid speaking here. The narrator is the butler. The butler would not say, “And he’s like…”

For that matter, there’s really no need for a dialogue tag in this line. The line of dialogue might work a lot stronger without a tag.

Line 3 has a silent tag. The shaking of a head does not make a sound, unless perhaps you’re wearing a hat with bells on it. Other often used (misused) silent tags are: grinned, glowered, etc. The easiest way to fix this is to use a period instead of a comma: “I shook my head. ‘Sorry…’”

On the other hand, the tag’s unnecessary anyway. We know who’s talking, and the word “Sorry” is all it takes to indicate refusal.

Line 4. We have an animal noise in a dialogue tag. Wait a minute. This animal tag, “he croaked,” is used correctly, because it’s a croaking animal (a frog) doing the talking. Okay, so that line’s okay. But in general, be careful of animal tags. They tend to be cartoon writing: “He snarled,” “she purred,” “She hissed,” “she chirped,” “she roared,” “he bellowed.” Use these sparingly, if at all.

Line 5 has a highfalutin substitution for the word “said.” The longer, unnecessary word “sympathized” isn’t really offensive, but it errs on the polysyllabic side. Other highfalutin substitutions for “said” include “She opined,” “he articulated,” and “I improvised.”

Besides, “sympathized” is unnecessary. “Welcome to the club” says it all.

Line 7 contains the dreaded LY adverb modifying the word “said.” “Schemingly,” which my spellchecker doesn’t even recognize, is unnecessary and therefore offensive. “‘I hate you!’ she shouted angrily” is an obvious example. These LY adverbs are noxious weeds. Get rid of them. If you think need to modify “said” with an adverb, then your line of dialogue needs to be written stronger.

And while I’m on Line 7, let me point out that the double reverse order of words, “said I” instead of “I said,” and putting the tag before the line of dialogue makes this line sound artificial and coy. Not that you can’t get away with reversing word order sometimes, but be careful and make sure you aren’t just being cute.

Now I’ll rewrite the story using the lessons we just went through. I think it will work a lot better. You be the judge:

The Butler’s Revenge

He hopped into the kitchen—obese, leathery, smelling like scum.
“Take me to the Princess!”
“Sorry,” I said. “This ball is formal.”
“But she promised I could sleep with her!” he croaked.
"Welcome to the club." That little bitch.
I picked him up and put him on a silver tray.
“I’ll present you,” I said.


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Calling all published authors—
I feature a guest author the third Saturday (and week following) of each month. If you’re interested in posting an essay on my blog—it’s also a chance to promote a published book—email me directly at jmd@danielpublishing.com.

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Call for submissions: Your 99-Word Stories

The deadline for June’s 99-word story submissions is June first. The stories will appear on my blog post for June 11 and remain there for one week.

note: this 99-word story feature is a game, not a contest. Obey the rules and I’ll include your story. I may edit the story to make it stronger, and it’s understood that you will submit to my editing willingly. That’s an unwritten rule.

Rules for the 99-word story feature are as follows:

1. Your story must be 99 words long, exactly.
2. One story per writer, per month.
3. The story must be a story. That means it needs plot (something or somebody has to change), characters, and conflict.
4. The story must be inspired by the prompt I assign.
5. The deadline: the first of the month. Stories will appear on this blog the second Saturday of the month.
6. I will copy edit the story. The author of the story retains all rights.
7. Email me your story (in the body of your email, or as a Word attachment) to: jmd@danielpublishing.com

THIS MONTH’S PROMPT FOR NEXT MONTH’S 99-WORD STORY: Write a story containing or inspired by this sentence: “I came home to a place I’d never been before.”


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Rosalind Brackenbury’s new novel, The Third Swimmer, begins in 1939, in London. England is on the brink of war with Germany, and the future is uncertain for everyone. Thomas, a young architect, meets an office worker named Olivia and falls quickly in love.  She is having an affair with a married man, but decides to marry Thomas in order to have a future, and children.

In the second part, twelve years later, Olivia and Thomas are struggling in the aftermath of war, to raise children and make a life together. The marriage is unfulfilling for both of them, and Thomas feels survivor’s guilt for having escaped the dangers of war. As a belated honeymoon, the couple sets off into war-scarred France.  In Cassis on the south coast, they still have trouble talking to each other, until an emergency compels Thomas to risk his life to save a drowning woman. The couple’s future will depend on the outcome of this impetuous act of bravery.

Rosalind Brackenbury is the author of many novels and collections of poetry. In, 2015 she was made Poet Laureate of Key West, which she feels to be a particular honor in the city of Elizabeth Bishop, Tennessee Williams, and James Merrill.  She has worked as a teacher, a book reviewer, a deck hand, a mother and a college professor. She lives in Key West, Florida, with her American husband. She spends part of each year in France.

The Third Swimmer took the author more than fifteen years—off and on between many other projects—to write. It is perhaps Brackenbury’s most personal book, because, although the novel is fiction, it is based on an event that happened to her own parents in Cassis, in 1952. As she writes in her Afterword to the novel, I didn’t know about this event until after my father died. Then I found the newspaper at the bottom of a desk drawer. Forty years, a story lying in a drawer. As soon as someone dies, you begin opening drawers, allowing yourself this transgression. And there they lie, emptied out, visible at last, the artifacts, the signs of life.” In the years since her discovery of her parents’ adventure in the south of France in 1952, the story has haunted her. Now it has finally taken shape as her latest novel.

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Wow. This was a long post. I apologize for spouting off at such length. I must have felt strongly about dialogue. As a matter of fact, yes. Join me next week, and you’ll get to read some good 99-word stories. Till then, enjoy stories wherever you find them!





Saturday, April 30, 2016

WRITING TO COMMUNICATE


THE JOY OF STORY
John M. Daniel’s Blog
April 30, 2016



What do you know, it’s the last day of April. I thought it would never get here. For one of the shorter months, this one has been full of predictable business. It started with a day celebrating fools, or making fools of people; two weeks later it was a day to be taxed and (some say) robbed by the government; and for the past few days, we’ve had surprise showers. In April even surprise showers are predictable.

What’s more, this April gave us five Saturdays, a rare gift for the shorter months. And as if that weren’t enough, for these past thirty days we’ve been celebrating National Poetry Month. Well, maybe we haven’t been all-out celebrating the poets all month long, but let’s all take a moment out of this last April day to wish William Shakespeare a happy birthday, which is said to have been in April 1564.

I’m pretty finicky when it comes to poetry. I prefer formal poems, ones with meter and rhyme. That makes me old-fashioned, I know, but I tend to agree with Robert Frost, who said “Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.” Harrumph. Well, there’s not much formal verse being written nowadays, other than doggerel, and I admit that I also like free or unstructured poetry, so long as it says something meaningful and says it beautifully. 

In other words, to please me, poetry must communicate something. Preferably something important. And it must, in a sense, entertain.

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What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.

My novel Hooperman: A Bookstore Mystery, is all about communication problems. The protagonist, Hooperman Johnson, is a bookstore clerk who loves poetry. Hoop has a crippling speech impediment, a stammer that renders him inarticulate and shy. Curiously, the stammer disappears when he’s reading aloud or when he’s reciting poetry from memory. But he’s challenged when it comes to conversation, and Hoop does not do phones.

Janie Gillis, Hoop’s childhood sweetheart and the former wife Hoop still pines for, is nearly mute. She can speak a few words in a soft voice when she’s entirely comfortable, as she is with Hoop, but to communicate her wisdom and her love of language, she relies on her talent as a poet. Janie is a star in the poetry world.

Working in the back room of the bookstore where Hooperman is a clerk, lurks a tall, scowling man who talks little, but when he does talk his speech is peppered with scatological cusswords. Martin West is actually a gentle and kind man, but he suffers from a neurological disorder (similar to tourette syndrome) that makes him twitch and sound both angry and obscene.

Millie Larkin, another clerk, can’t chat with men. Lucinda Baylor, can’t talk to the police without calling them pigs. One of the employees is a socialist, and another is an anarchist; and though they are the best of friends, their tiresome arguments can be heard all over the store.

You might think these inarticulate, fumbling, mumbling, shouting and spouting speech-challenged people should just relax, slow down, and speak normally. They can’t—and that’s only half the problem they have communicating. The other half of the problem rests with the rest of us, the ones who can’t or won’t take the time to really listen to what these intelligent and well-meaning people have to say.

 Communication is a two-way street. Both sides need patience. And patience is well rewarded. That’s the message of Hooperman. Listen. Listen to the stories of others. 


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HOOPERMAN: A Bookstore Mystery
Oak Tree Press
trade paperback; $14.95
ISBN: 978-1-61009-061-2
Buy or order Hooperman  from your local bookstore, from one of the online booksellers, or direct from the publisher:
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Who’s Stealing the Books? Who’s Bombing the Bookstore?

“Pleasant and unusually good-natured, this novel from Daniel harkens back to a time when printed books mattered and an independent bookstore could be a social club for passionately eccentric bibliophiles.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review

Hooperman Johnson is a tall, bushy-bearded man of few words. He works as a bookstore cop, catching shoplifters in the act. It’s a difficult job for a man with a severe stammer, but somebody’s got to do it, because Maxwell’s Books is getting ripped off big-time. And, more and more, it looks like the thief works for the store.
Who’s stealing the books? Martin West, the foul-mouthed nutcase in charge of shipping and receiving? Millie Larkin, who hates the boss because he’s a man? Could it be Lucinda Baylor, the dark and sassy clerk that Hoop’s in love with? Jack Davis, the socialist, or Frank Blanchard, the anarchist? Or maybe even Elmer Maxwell himself, the world-famous pacifist bookseller?
Set in the summer of 1972, the summer of the Watergate break-in, Hooperman is a bookstore mystery without a murder, but full of plot, full of oddball characters, full of laughs, and full of love, some of it poignant, some of it steamy.
Hooperman: A Bookstore Mystery celebrates the joy of books and bookselling and also explores the many ways people get into trouble—deadly serious trouble—when they fail to communicate.

Read reviews of Hooperman: A Bookstore Mystery

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Calling all authors—
I feature a guest author the third Saturday (and week following) of each month. If you’re interested in posting an essay on my blog—it’s also a chance to promote a published book—email me directly at jmd@danielpublishing.com.

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Call for submissions: Your 99-Word Stories

The deadline for May’s 99-word story submissions is May 1. THAT'S TOMORROW, FOLKS! The stories will appear on my blog post for the week beginning Saturday, May 14.

note: this 99-word story feature is a game, not a contest. Obey the rules and I’ll include your story. I may edit the story to make it stronger, and it’s understood that you will submit to my editing willingly. That’s an unwritten rule.

Rules for the 99-word story feature are as follows:

1. Your story must be 99 words long, exactly.
2. One story per writer, per month.
3. The story must be a story. That means it needs plot (something or somebody has to change), characters, and conflict.
4. The story must be inspired by the prompt I assign.
5. The deadline: the first of the month. Stories will appear on this blog the second Saturday of the month.
6. I will copy edit the story. The author of the story retains all rights.
7. Email me your story (in the body of your email, or as a Word attachment) to: jmd@danielpublishing.com

THIS MONTH’S PROMPT FOR NEXT MONTH’S 99-WORD STORY: Think of something you feel strongly about, an opinion that defines who you are—or who you are not—politically, spiritually, economically, professionally, or any other important way. Why is it important? When did this self-knowledge come to you, and how did it change your life? Show (don't tell) this in the context of a story. Hint: if you don’t want to share the details of your own life, write fiction.

or be inspired by this alternate prompt for May:

“That gravy boat belonged to my great-grandmother.”
or: “That gravy boat belonged to your great-grandmother.”

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Thank you for stopping by The Joy of Story during the soggy month of April. Let’s look forward to the May flowers we’ve been promised. Susan’s irises in the garden are already starting to bloom. Meanwhile, whether you write memoir, poetry, or fiction, continue to show the joy of story!






Saturday, April 23, 2016

BACK STORY MOVES A STORY FORWARD


THE JOY OF STORY
John M. Daniel’s Blog
April 23, 2016



Welcome. This is the spot for writers and readers of stories, where we discuss what makes stories work and play, as well as what makes them sink or stall. This week my essay is about back story, which is usually thought of as secondary to the forward movement of a story’s plot. I happen to think back story—when there is back story—is hardly secondary. After all, it came first. To illustrate what I have to say on this subject, I’ll refer to my novel Behind the Redwood Door, which is also the book I’m showing off this week.

I’m writing about Behind the Redwood Door this week  for a number of reasons. First, to promote what I consider a highly entertaining and suspenseful, even meaningful, work of fiction. Second, because April is National Poetry Month, and the hero of my story is Guy Mallon, who is not a poet but a poetry collector and a former publisher and bookseller specializing in poetry. Behind the Redwood Door is the third and final volume of the Guy Mallon Mysteries, but it can stand alone and deliver. One reason the novel works well as a standalone is that it is strongly supported by a strong back story. I’ll say more about that in a minute.

First, here’s an announcement for all writers who enjoy writing super-compact fiction, complete stories of 99 words each.

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For those who don’t already know it, every month I invite writers—any writers and all writers—to send me 99-word stories, which I then present on the second Saturday of the following month. Full details on this feature, including submission guidelines, appear at the end of this post.

Well, here it is, with only one week left until the end of April, and so far I’ve received only one story to post the second Saturday in May. It's a good story, but we really need more material to keep this feature alive and well. I’ve been wondering why response has been so slow this month, and I’ve come to a hunch that the prompt I assigned was uninspiring. I think everyone would agree that moments of epiphany are important turning points in a life; but I tried the exercise out, and I couldn’t come up with a story complete with conflict. And we all know a story without conflict is like a meal without food.

So I’ve added another prompt you may use instead, if it works for you. Either prompt is fine with me. You’ll find both prompts at the end of this post. Check them out and start writing!

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Back Story Moves a Story Forward

Faulkner said, or is said to have said, “The past is not dead. It isn’t even past.” Back story is there for one reason: to explain the motives and actions of the characters who think and do things in the present plot. Hamlet makes his hesitant choices to clean up the mess that made something rotten in the state of Denmark before the first act of the play. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet is the result of generations of hatred between two families. Oedipus blinds himself when he finds out what he did in his younger days. Scrooge is forced to face his stingy nature when he revisits his past. Captain Ahab is chasing after revenge.

In each of these classic tales, and the countless novels and plays and movies inspired by them, things happen because of the things that have already happened. The narrator of “A Cask of Amontillado” says in his opening line, “…when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.” Revenge. Google it and you’ll find it’s in the top three in most lists of motives for murder. Back story rules, even when the details of what happened are not spelled out on the page.

My novel Behind the Redwood Door, is driven by back story, and it is spelled out on the page. Plenty happens in the “present,” but most of what happens up front has its origins in what happened back yonder in time. This is a novel about a feud between two families, the Websters and the Connollys, descendants of two men, Brian Connolly and Jonathan Webster. Brian and Jonathan were business partners, and they founded Jefferson City on a patch of wilderness on California’s rugged redwood coast, back in the 1860s. In time the crafty Brian and his brothers stole Jonathan’s half of the lumber business, and the Connollys took over Jefferson City and Jefferson County.

Now the only Connollys still living in Jefferson City are Seamus and his teenage son, Charles (Chunky). The only Websters left are Dorothy (aka River) and her teenage son, Freddy (nee Freedom). But the feud lives on, because Seamus and River are the publishers of the town’s rival newspapers. Their sons act like friends, but Chunky is a bully and Freddy is a victim. River’s lover, Pete, is stabbed to death behind a tavern, and River knows Seamus did it.

Well, Seamus didn’t do it, and is able to prove it. So who did? That’s up to Guy Mallon to figure out. Guy’s a gentle, short, retired publisher, who has promised his wife Carol to quit putting his life in danger by solving murder mysteries. There’s some back story there, too.

There’s also back story about how the Connollys stole the land from the native Steelhead Tribe. And a long-festering hatred between two brothers that brings this back-story-driven plot right up to the present action and into its white-knuckle climax.

No, the past isn’t dead. Back story isn’t secondary. This novel, Behind the Redwood Door, wouldn’t have gotten off the ground, had the ground not been so ripe with wrongs that needed to be made right.


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BEHIND THE REDWOOD DOOR
A Guy Mallon Mystery
ISBN 978-1-61009-023-0
Trade paperback, $14.95

Who knows what secrets lurk…
BEHIND THE REDWOOD DOOR?
Guy and Carol Mallon own a used bookstore on the north coast of California, a land of rocky shores and redwood forests, with a rich history of gold, lumber, Native Americans, and hardy entrepreneurs. They are content with their small-town life until Pete Thayer, their friend and the publisher of the local alternative newspaper, is stabbed to death behind their favorite tavern.
Urged on by Pete’s girlfriend, River Webster, Guy begins to poke around, uncovering a past festering with power politics, a newspaper war, a multigenerational family feud, marijuana traffic—and murder. Guy’s investigation takes him from the town square to the harbor to the forests and into the mountains, where he must confront evil in the form of a bully nearly twice his size.


“This novel, rich with history and small-town secrets, is peopled by swindlers and fishermen, Rotarians and dope-growers, prim Presbyterians and floozies, and a small but feisty, curious bookseller addicted to getting into trouble and other people’s business. Author John M. Daniel’s style is by turns witty and elegant, serving up fear and laughter in generous helpings.

Behind the Redwood Door is a complex mystery with a colorful rustic background. The exciting story line will keep readers on the edge of their seats with wonder as they try to figure out who is the evil serpent is who is destroying paradise and why. John M. Daniel writes an enthralling whodunit within a vivid setting.”

—Genre Go Round Reviews
Read more reviews of this book:
http://www.danielpublishing.com/jmd/redwoodreviews.html

 Buy or order Behind the Redwood Door from your local bookstore, from one of the online booksellers, or direct from the publisher: Oak Tree Press 217-825-4489

To order an autographed copy from the author, send a check for $15.00 to:
John M. Daniel, PO Box 2790, McKinleyville, CA 95519
or call 800-662-8351 to place a credit card order.

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Calling all authors—
I feature a guest author the third Saturday (and week following) of each month. If you’re interested in posting an essay on my blog—it’s also a chance to promote a published book—email me directly at jmd@danielpublishing.com.

§§§

Call for submissions: Your 99-Word Stories

The deadline for May’s 99-word story submissions is May 1. The stories will appear on my blog post for the week beginning Saturday, May 14.

note: this 99-word story feature is a game, not a contest. Obey the rules and I’ll include your story. I may edit the story to make it stronger, and it’s understood that you will submit to my editing willingly. That’s an unwritten rule.

Rules for the 99-word story feature are as follows:

1. Your story must be 99 words long, exactly.
2. One story per writer, per month.
3. The story must be a story. That means it needs plot (something or somebody has to change), characters, and conflict.
4. The story must be inspired by the prompt I assign.
5. The deadline: the first of the month. Stories will appear on this blog the second Saturday of the month.
6. I will copy edit the story. The author of the story retains all rights.
7. Email me your story (in the body of your email, or as a Word attachment) to: jmd@danielpublishing.com

THIS MONTH’S PROMPT FOR NEXT MONTH’S 99-WORD STORY: Think of something you feel strongly about, an opinion that defines who you are—or who you are not—politically, spiritually, economically, professionally, or any other important way. Why is it important? When did this self-knowledge come to you, and how did it change your life? Show (don't tell) this in the context of a story. Hint: if you don’t want to share the details of your own life, write fiction.

or be inspired by this alternate prompt for May:

“That gravy boat belonged to my great-grandmother.”
or: “That gravy boat belonged to your great-grandmother.”

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Adios, amigos. Till next time. Meanwhile listen to your own back stories. Lots of material there, I'm sure.