Friday, September 19, 2014

Sketchy Characters - Paul

This is second in my character sketch series. You can read the first here: Maureen.

As mentioned previously, I take the train to work each day. Sometimes I jot down descriptions and invent back stories for my fellow train-goers. And sometimes I'll share those brief, messy character sketches with you.

Today, I'd like to introduce Paul:
Close cropped dark hair, black, black, back. His nose is angular and juts out, narrow tipped. Lean, with skin the color of weak cofee, day-old tea. He’s wearing an aggressively pink dress shirt, the sort of pink you’d find in a six-year-old’s closet or gracing an overly-cheerful cartoon monster. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the side of the train. Stubble dusts his chin and lip, patchy on his cheeks. It’s been three days since he shaved.
Three days since the fight.
Shaving would mean that Edmond is coming back and he doesn’t believe that anymore. Hasn’t believed it since the first night when his phone didn’t ring. Even though he stayed up until 4 am waiting. Blunt-tipped fingers. Neatly trimmed nails. There’s a scar on the back of his hand like a crescent, circling the base of his thumb. He tells his coworkers it happened while working on his car, a too-sharp piece of metal sheeting he didn’t see as he reached for a tool. The truth is a drunken bar-fight at Christy’s one night  - the jagged shard of a beer bottle cutting his skin as he raised his hands to protect his face when Edmond lost his temper.
He looks down to check his phone, eyes lingering on the scar for a moment. Still no call. He sighs and slips the phone back in his pocket, rubs a finger over the scar on his hand and wishes for the twentieth time that morning that love was a choice and not a compulsion.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Whatever happened to Mary and Ben?

There's been a trend in YA books in the last ten years toward main characters with unique or distinctive names. Think of Katniss, Blue, Tris and dozens of others I could list off from the YA best seller lists. I read quite a bit, most of it YA, but other genres as well, and I haven't noticed that particular trend being as prevalent outside children's literature.

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With the exception of Speculative Fiction, where unique names have always been the norm, the tendency toward unusual names feels... well, unusual. Whatever happened to Mary and Ben? When did regular, everyday names become pariahs in kid lit?

While I enjoy the occasional unique name, I have to admit I quite often roll my eyes at the crazy appellations many writers are giving their characters. Too often I feel like an author chooses a unique name to make their character stand out, to scream at the top of their lungs "Look at me! I'm a special snowflake!" But the best characters are unique not because of their names, but because of who they are, how they think and what they do. All the tiny things that bring a character to life should add up to a uniqueness that can't be conferred by name alone.

If you examine most YA books you'll find that the plague of unique names is mostly confined to main characters and their side-kicks. Secondary characters are the Bobs and Nancys of the world; ordinary, plain and entirely forgettable.

Interestingly, James Dashner's The Maze Runner, which has quickly gained even more popularity in light of the recent Hollywood movie release, flips that trend on its head. The two main characters, Thomas and Teresa, have perfectly ordinary names while the rest of the children in the Glade have strange names like Alby and Newt. Thomas and Teresa, despite their ordinary names, are the most unique characters based on their personalities and abilities.

Would Tris and Four, from Veronica Roth's Divergent series, have been less likable and memorable if they'd been named Kate and Michael? I think we'd remember them no matter what they were named, because of how beautifully Roth brought her characters to life.

I still love Maggie Steifvater's Blue, from The Raven Boys, even though her name is arguably a bit silly. Because I fell in love with the character, her name suits her now and I couldn't see her being called anything else. But I'd feel that way if she'd been called Stella or Bethany because it's the character I'm in love with, not her name.

Using regular names in kid's lit can have bonuses. Kids may relate more to a character that shares their name or the name of someone they know. Would Harry Potter have been as beloved if he'd been named Orion? Probably. But I'll be a lot of little boys named Harry are ridiculously thrilled to share a name with the world's most famous boy wizard.

I'm not saying writers should never use unique names, but ask yourself, before you do, why you've chosen that name? Is it to make your character stand out? If that's the only reason, re-think it because you need to be making your characters stand out in many, many different ways. Give them a unique world view, a descriptive quirk that is all their own. Give them a voice that blows the socks of readers and makes them completely unforgettable. Make them brave. Make them cowardly. Make them memorable. But do it with everything aside from their name, and then, when you're done, name them whatever the heck you'd like.

One last note - I have to admit that my first novel had a main character named Kit (short for Kristen, but still a bit unusual) and my second novel follows a small-town girl named Delaney. I didn't consciously choose unusual names for either of those characters, that's just how they popped into my head. Sometimes a character comes to me with a name already firmly attached and sometimes I play with their names until I find one that fits. Del and Kit were so attached to the names they arrived with, I couldn't make myself change them later. Hopefully they are unique enough on their own that their names aren't a distraction.

My next three books are already mapped out and the main characters names, for now, are Max, Emily & Abby. I deliberately chose common names for each because ordinary people can do extraordinary things.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

A Dream Deferred, Not Derailed

Pitch Wars results are out and while 150 new mentees and alternates are celebrating this morning, over a thousand potentials are smiling bravely and pretending the results don't sting. We are told to act professionally and I completely agree with that. No tantrums or whining or sour grapes on the twitter feed or in blog posts. But our positivity culture has its drawbacks too. Grief is natural and necessary and I wanted to take a moment to say it's okay to be disappointed. It's okay to be upset and sad. It's how you handle those feelings that matters.

Bear with me while I go on a wee tangent. Ten years ago my daughter was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis, a life-threatening, degenerative genetic disease that has no cure. It is a terminal illness, even with all our advances in medicine. I did not handle the news well. I cried, I screamed, I cuddled my baby tight and wondered how I'd ever get through the days ahead of us. And then I did what most parents facing something that awful do - I went online and began reading everything I could. And I stumbled across the best advice I've ever received in my life - it's okay to mourn. I wasn't mourning my daughter - I was mourning the dream of a normal life that died the day she was diagnosed with CF. Not only was mourning okay, it was necessary. I needed to acknowledge that my hopes for my daughter's future were real and important, that that life I'd imagined for us had value and substance. By giving myself permission to mourn that life I also gave myself permission to focus on a new one. That's the key - mourn what's lost, but then get up and find the good and hold onto that for all you're worth and build a new dream.

Flash forward to today. I am in no way saying that not being chosen in a contest is like finding out your kid has a terminal illness. What I am saying is the lessons I learned dealing emotionally with my daughter's diagnosis apply now as well. In our lives we have all sorts of dreams - some big and some small. I imagine for each writer reading this, finding an agent and getting published is a BIG dream. And so many of us had our hopes pinned on Pitch Wars and now those hopes are dashed. It's okay to mourn that dream. Of course, do so in the privacy of your own home (not on social media, not in any way that you will be embarrassed about later). Take a day off to eat a pint of ice cream, watch a chick flick, hang out with a friend, take a long bike ride, watch a sunset - whatever your comfort mechanism entails.

Then get back up and acknowledge that yes, you're disappointed, but this is a dream deferred, not derailed. Publishing is a long hard road, filled with disappointments, lots of waiting and a crap ton of hard work. We're in it for the long haul and there's no easy path. Last night I let myself have a bit of a cry, played with our pet hedgehog (best coping mechanism EVER to fight off the gloomies) and then I researched 5 new agents to add to my query list and worked on my Twitter pitches for PitMad. Doing something productive, taking a different path toward reaching my goal was just what I needed. The path to becoming published is different for every author, my path just jigged onto a different track. I've got this and so do you.

So let yourself mourn the Pitch Wars dream if you didn't get in. Then do something positive for yourself.

No matter what - you've gained a lot just by entering Pitch Wars. Go look at all your new writer friends on your social feeds, go check out that query and that first chapter that are SO much stronger now than when you started, and send a virtual hug to any critique partners you've picked up along the way. Winning is a matter of perspective -- in many, many ways we all won.