Story Arcs #amwriting

At the critique group meeting the other day, we were talking about story arcs. In case you haven’t heard of them, they’re pretty much what they sound like: the arcs of stories.

Story arcs are traditionally shown like this:

Not very helpful. Better ones break that up into sections, like First major conflict, Decision to act, Frustration of hopes, Change in direction, and so on. That can be helpful, although I find it more helpful in shaping the story after I’ve written the first messy blob of it. Most stories aren’t really like that, though. Most stories are more like this.

Yes, here I go again. Although the story, itself, has an arc, each character in the story has a story arc.

Connie Willis is a mistress of this. Mom and I just finished reading the Black Out / All Clear set, and it illustrates the point perfectly.

Each character has a goal, then a revised goal, then another revised goal, constantly changing as circumstances change, plans are frustrated, and/or understanding of the situation alters. EACH ONE has a different story arc. Sometimes their arcs intersect; sometimes they run parallel, in cooperation or opposition.

“There are all sorts of things going on behind the scenes,” one of them says, speaking of people they can’t directly interact with who are aware of their difficulties and are doing everything they can to send help. Those people have story arcs. The reader may not be privy to them, but they have arcs, and they need to make sense.

As the book(s) progress(es), the arcs interweave until THE END, when it’s clear that all that mish-mash was one big story arc, after all.

(By “dead guys,” I mean backstory: sometimes, something that happened before the story begins has a presence in the story. Marley, as Dan puts it so well, was dead, to begin with.)

All those arcs could also represent the main plot, the secondary plot, the minor plot, the running gag, some of which may belong to the main character, some may belong to secondary or minor characters, some may belong to an animal.

You know what I’m talking about: On any given episode of Boston Legal, for instance, there were always two trials going, each with its own story arc, usually at least one relationship story, and one or two running gags that had some kind of closure by the end of the episode, as well as a piece of at least one arc that continued over several episodes.

But how do you track that, when you’re writing?

yWriter5 has a character timelines function, like index cards, but index cards work just fine. I love index cards, me. You can write each character in a different color, or get different colors of index cards, or just put a distinctive mark on the corner for each character.

Write out the elements of that character’s arc on cards (one for A meets Q, one for A gets job at L’s firm, one for A overhears L and B discuss murder). Write out the elements of each character’s arc. Then you can arrange them in the context of the overall story arc, to see where it makes sense for each element to take place in relation to everybody else’s elements.

Word to the wise: vacuum the floor first; you’re gonna needa lotta room, for the cards and for dancing in frustration as you work it all out.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Trace the story arc of a minor character in a book, story, or television episode you like.

MA

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Hunting Clothes #SampleSunday #Fantasy

Here’s a snippet from my latest publication, SHIFTY: TALES FROM THE WORLD OF SAGE. SAGE, in case you don’t know, is my fantasy trilogy.

In this excerpt from the first story in the collection, “The Gleaming Ones”, Kinnan has been rescued from his wounds by a woman who speaks to him from within impenetrable fog and who leads him indoors.

Hunting Clothes

excerpt from SHIFTY
by Marian Allen

Flames leaped up in the central hearth, revealing the interior of a snug round wooden hut, sparsely furnished. And, but for himself, empty. Kinnan’s scalp tightened and his heart squeezed and thudded. He tried to stand, but his legs betrayed him. He sat again, his weight causing the wooden bed-frame to creak.

When his eyes adjusted to the glare, he saw the figure he had missed before. A woman faced away from him, pouring water from a wooden jug into a basin. She wore a short, unbelted sepia tunic over an ivory gown.

“You’re ill-dressed for a walk in the dark,” he said.

When she turned, he saw eyes of the true, pure-blood Istoki lavender in a rose-tinted bronze-brown face, the caramel curls closely cropped. Around her neck was a torque of ceramic set with opals, and her gown and tunic were richly embroidered. The embroidery was studded with tiny silver bells which tinkled with any sudden move.

“These are my hunting clothes,” she said, in the voice from the fog.

“What do you hunt in clothes like that?”

“Heroes.”

~*~

SHIFTY is available in print and for Kindle and free Kindle apps.

It can also be ordered by your friendly neighborhood independent bookstore:

  • ISBN-10: 1942166206
  • ISBN-13: 978-1942166207

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A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Someone is rescued — or are they?

MA

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Sweetie Pie On the Mountain of Love #Caturday

Sweetie Pie Turner here, MomGoth’s mom’s cat.

I was bad again and ran outside. This is why cats repeat the same bad behavior; because, after you repeat the badness, people expect it. The first time I ran out this winter, I got in trouble. This time, MomGoth just got aggravated.

It was no pleasure, I can tell you. The wind was blowing so hard! I had to go out, to see what that odd sound was. Once I got out, though, I had to scrunch down low to keep from getting whirled away to Oz! I acted like MomGoth was capturing me, but she was really rescuing me! (Don’t tell her.)

It was quite a relief to be back indoors, where the air behaves itself!

I hopped up on Mom’s footstool, which she uses to stack magazines, usually. It puts me juuuuust out of her reach unless she stretches. That’s how you know your human loves you; if they bother to stretch to pet you.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How close to your human do you like to get?

SPT

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