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  • Part 5: WHO? Creating believable CHARACTERS!

    Part 5: WHO? Creating believable CHARACTERS!

    Exercise:

    Please have a good look at him or her.

    Yes, I mean the person in nearest proximity to you right now.

    If there’s no-one near you right now, go to the park. Hop on a bus or tube. Sit at a bus stop. Look. Pick a person to look at. Are you looking?

    Describe: Age range. With most people, fairly easy within at least ten years. Sex or gender: with most people, fairly obvious. Their socio-economic group, income, class – a reasonable estimate can be made from their garments.  Fine. Can you do that? The chances are you will be somewhere near the facts, especially if you are a dedicated people-watcher.

    If you are NOT a dedicated people watcher, please crawl into the ball of your own ego and give up the idea of ever being a writer! Because the main quality of the good writer – alongside a fair facility with language – is the ability to observe. The world is, after all, a movie for our benefit.

    You looked, but did you see? Looking is just the start! Because even if you can draw fair conclusions under the headings above, you know next-to NOTHING about the person you’ve been observing.

    Oh yeh? Then answer these questions:

    What music do they listen to?

    What’s their favourite food?

    What do they do for sex?

    What do they want from a lover?

    Can you know their family background?

    What car do they drive?

    What do they aspire to?

    Who are their heroes?

    What illnesses do they have/will they have? What do they do (if anything) for fitness?

    What makes them emotional?

    What makes them cry?
    -What makes them laugh?

    What are their hobbies/interests?

    What is their opinion of themselves?

    WHAT WOULD THEY DO IF:………………………

    That’s the main WHATLIST. The ones I can think of here in the Hot House Cafe over my veggie breakfast. (with a couple of other w’s).

    But even more important is the WHY LIST. Add “WHY” to each of the questions above and you are beginning to know the person.

    As a writer of Fiction, your job is to create characters with a FULL WHATLIST and a FULL WHYLIST.

    So yes, you cannot fill in the Whatlist and the Whylist for that delightful creature sitting across the aisle from you. But you write Fiction, so it’s your job to fill both lists with utterly believable lies.

    Does this mean you need to include all the Ws in the story or novel? HELL NO. But if you don’t know the answers, at least for your main characters, how the hell can you predict how they will react when they walk in on their mother having sex with their uncle, or when they lose a leg in a tram accident or when they are accused of child abuse?

    With minor characters, the full list is not as important but you know what? I love to be able to write the backstory for each and every character, as you will see in Laszlo’s Millions and even more in my forthcoming novel, the Ragazzo.

    If you create full, rounded, 360 degree multidimensional characters, they come to life. Believe me! You and your keyboard are the god who manufactures people and their worlds.

    Inspiration for Characters

    So no-one ever invents a character from nothing. (Challenge!). Every character in fiction is inspired, or sparked, or dictated by someone real. This is WHY the writer is a dedicated people-watcher. But you have to be more than that.

    You have to be a PEOPLE COLLECTOR!

    You and your notebook are the equivalent of the butterfly-hunter with her net. Everybody is individual, precious, special. Every person in the real world has a full Whatlist and a full Whylist. (See my previous blog for How, When, Which, W, W, W etc). Whatever you can find out – or collect – feeds into your understanding of humans, which can feed into your fiction. Ask questions. Observe. Especially facial expressions. MOTIVATIONS and BACKSTORIES are treasure.

    Your friends and relations are the first people to collect! People you know most about have the most clues to yield to human motivations, types, reactions to events.

    Love People!

    Because the key to any character is (you’ve read this far so you deserve your reward) is not just what they are and why, but therefore –

    WHAT DO THEY FEAR?

    WHY?

    WHAT ARE THEIR WEAKNESSES?

    HOW WOULD YO DESCRIBE THEIR SELF-ESTEEM?

    WHY?

    And, of course, the opposites: What do they hope, why, what are their strengths, why.

    Btw: A little extra madness for you to contemplate: Sometimes I like to decide when their birthday is, and their astrological sign. This helps me to set character, although astrology is probably bullshit. I would never bring it up in a novel unless it was relevant to the plot of course. And I only use it when stuck. Not routinely!

    Another nutty thing I do: do you know what nominative determinism is? The theory that people’s names often send them to appropriate occupations. Dammit I’ve just heard a Food Programme produced by Dan Saladinho. Gardener’s World has a presenter called Bill Sourbutts. I bet you can think of loads of examples. Well, the same often applies to personal characteristics or personality types so I often bury a type within a name. This is nothing new; Dickens did it all the time! Uriah Heep, a snivelling creep. Scrooge – which came first, the name or the type of mean person? Check some of the names in my books or short stories, you’ll see why I mean. I do try not to be too obvious!

    Body types: Bear in mind the basic types – ectomorph, mesomorph and endomorph. Ecto: naturally thin, hyper, they eat lots and never get fat. Meso: if they eat lots, they get fat. Middle! Endo: often overweight and self-indulgent (arguable). LINK the body type to their emotional and intellectual worlds. I’m not telling you how to do that. OBSERVE! COLLECT!

    Intelligence: How people react and respond to events depends on how well they can calculate risk, how emotional they are at the time, how hungry they are, how tired, how randy… so many factors! Remember, IQ is only one measure of one type of intelligence. But always bear in mind your character’s ability to process information. I’m not telling you how to do that. OBSERVE! COLLECT!

     

    There is no substitute for compassionate insight!

    If you love humans, you will need to understand humans. If you understand real humans, you can give birth to fictional ones. You must inhabit their private worlds, even as you create them. If they are happy, you are happy. If they suffer and you, the writer, don’t weep, then your character is not real.

    The fate of Pieter in Lazlo’s Millions plunged me into absolute misery and guilt for months. Pieter was 360 degrees of a person. Based firmly on someone I know very well, it was easy to define and encompass him with words.

    Make them live! Your characters live, laugh, suffer, love and die at your behest. They will inhabit your world your whole life, and the worlds of your readers. You have the absolute responsibility to make them REAL. (God I hate cardboard 2d stereotypical characters. Avoid stereotypes! Even though some people appear to be stereotypes. Just look inside.)

    (Sheesh. I could write a book on this topic. Perhaps I will. But meanwhile, please pick up and use some of the above in your writing. And always remember, if you would like free help and advice, you only have to email me johnelkon@yahoo.co.uk)

    May good luck – and more important, hard work! – make your writing better every day.

    NEXT TIME: How to WRITE A VILLAIN!

  • WIN £100 FOR 100 WORDS!

    WIN £100 FOR 100 WORDS!

    Welcome to the second great MEGASAGA competition! The entries for the first one were superb, and the winner has enjoyed her £100 prize. (See http://jonelkon.com/the-megasaga-100-goes-to/)

     

    THE RULES

    (Note: these have been slightly adapted since the first competition – it’s a learning curve!)

    A MEGASAGA is a story of EXACTLY 100 WORDS including the title! As far as possible, there should be beginning, middle and end. To win the writer must evoke a powerful emotion, or describe interesting or unusual events, or people. She/he must show a good command of language and imagery! For examples, read the shortlisted entries for the last competition HERE:

    http://jonelkon.com/megasaga-shortlist-announced/

     

    The prize is £100!

     

    Timing

    DEADLINE FOR ENTRIES is the last day of JULY 2019.

    The SHORTLIST will be announced by 14th of AUGUST on jonelkon.com. Get your entries in early!

    The WINNER will be announced on jonelkon.com on the LAST DAY OF AUGUST 2019 and the prize of £100 will be paid out to the best Megasaga writer.

    FEE: Entries will cost £5.00 each.

    Payment: I prefer payments through Paypal made to johnelkon@yahoo.co.uk on submission, OR if you want me to invoice you through Paypal I can do that.

    If you don’t have Paypal, please ask FOR AN ALTERNATIVE METHOD in your email.

     

    SUBMISSIONS

     Please email your entry to Johnelkon@yahoo.co.uk as an attachment or within the body of the email with the heading MEGASAGA ENTRY

    Confirm in your email that you have paid through Paypal and I will get a notification from Paypal to that effect. I WILL SEND YOU A CONFIRMATION THAT YOUR EMAIL AND PAYMENT HAVE BEEN RECEIVED.

     

    IF YOU ARE NOT SUCCESSFUL I WOULD BE HAPPY TO GIVE YOU THE JUDGES’ CRITIQUE OF YOUR WORK, so that you will get insights on how to improve your writing. Please request this in your email if you want this (free) service.

     

    JUDGING

    There are four judges: Myself, a poet, a screenwriter and another author of fiction.

    The judges’ decision is final

    Note: All submissions must be in English and presented double-spaced. Please do not enter into any correspondence until the shortlist is published. Once this has happened, everyone is free to add a comment to the post on the website. And I hope you will!

     

     

    GET WRITING! NOW!

  • No Idea?

    No Idea?

    Ideas! Where does a writer of fiction get ideas?

    This is one of the most common questions writers get – in this article I will give you my ideas about ideas. I hope many of these will be eminently practical and useful.

    YOU LIAR YOU!

    As I have written before, a writer of fiction is a professional liar. That’s what the word “fiction” means. So you are going to hit that keyboard with lie after lie, and if you lie well enough you can make money from it. After all, Trump has! But then his motives are far darker than yours.

    Here then is some damn good advice for generating ideas:

    1. Start with the TRUTH and lie about it. 

    My first novel is shamelessly autobiographical. This is true about most authors. Look at this list! Did you know most of these writers started their literary career with their own life story? How many first novels can you name which start with autobiography – or a version of it?

    Here’s the Wiki list:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autobiographical_novel

    You have a great story – your life story! However boring it may seem to you, there are aspects of it, if lied about, which could be fascinating to a stranger. If in doubt pick something TINY. Say, the owner of the local sweetshop in your home town had a wart on his cheek. The sweet shop closed when you were twelve. You were fairly sad about that.

    How boring.

    So fictionalise!: It wasn’t on his cheek. It was on the end of his nose. It continually dripped and grew larger over the years. At first his customers giggled about it but due to the local gossiper (introduce an interesting character, not a cliché!) they began to suspect he was diseased, and eventually stopped buying his sweets. Now the sweet shop owner was a single parent with a young teenage son, a brilliant mathematician who was offered a place at Oxford, but because of the old man’s impoverishment, he would have to become a cashier at Tesco’s…. now write on! Set yourself free from your own story. Take the truth and lie about it!

    Maybe you have had a fascinating life, full of drama, challenge and really funny episodes. If you want to tell your story, fine! Write a memoir. But truth is so often unbelievable, or melodramatic, or not nearly as interesting to another person as it is to you. So take the truth and lie about it! See my first novel.

    The protagonist: In your lies, the protagonist (the person the story is about) can be you, in the first person, or someone totally different. Who is still you. Try changing genders. VERY HARD TO DO. I tried it in my third novel, Sally’s Road.  Critics were very flattering but frankly I don’t think I pulled it off. No pun/s intended. (In my coming novel I do pull it off. Because the protagonist is a castrato. Apologies for the bad joke.) Maybe you are a great winner in your life. Your protagonist could be a winner too. Or a loser, but if you want to sell film rights to Hollywood, he/she must win in the end.

    The plot:

    THE TWO BIGGEST WORDS IN IDEA GENERATION:

    WHAT IF….

     

    1. “What if” everything!!!

     Some of my best Short Stories started with a simple “What if…”. This one started with “What if Donald Trump is an alien?” http://jonelkon.com/report-from-earth/

    This one: “What if the partner of the girl you have been having an affair with gets you on the back of his motorcycle?” http://jonelkon.com/pillion/

    This one: “What if ‘Tube Surfing’ was a Thing?” – inspired by my stupid habit of seeing how long I could stand unsupported in a tube train. Which inspired: “What if there was a secret society of Tube Surfers?” and then “What if two Narcissistic macho males decided to have a life-or death Tube Surf competition on the Circle Line?” http://jonelkon.com/tube-surf-no-exit/ SO “what ifs” breed. Put “What” and “If” in a brain cell together and they are going to have babies.

    (That one, No Exit, was to be made into a film until London Transport said No Way, it encourages dangerous behavior. How boring.)

    EXERCISE: Can you sum up the “what if” in my stories “Mile High”, http://jonelkon.com/mile-high/

    And “In a Flash”, http://jonelkon.com/in-a-flash-500-words/

     

    1. EVERYTHING is inspiration!

    Anything and everything can spark ideas. We are surrounded by the everyday. But it’s your job to make the ordinary assume the mantle of the extraordinary. In a new, exciting, amazing way. Take the ordinary. Expand on it. Throw in an interesting character. Make the ordinary start to distort around this character. How is he/she reacting to the ordinary? Preferably, in an unusual or eccentric way, and you have the start of a story.

    For example: there is a thunderstorm. Wow. Now to make it interesting, lie about its intensity, add in an interesting or boring character (possibly yourself), and some others and a bit of What If and you have a story. You see a pair of shoes lying on the sidewalk! (One of my stories was sparked by this experience). Wow….now what…..,

    Which inspires my last idea (for now) as to how to get ideas:

     

    1. WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE and WHY? Or, why not? Also a dose of HOW.

    Throw those words at your setup. Add What If to each. Be able to set your imagination free to INVENT. You must know the answers to ALL those questions about your plot, character/s EVEN IF THEY ARE NOT IN YOUR STORY. I was once given excellent advice as to how to assume a character when I was on the stage. “You must know what they had for breakfast. And why!”. It wouldn’t be in the script, but for damn sure characters have to be living, breathing, 360 degrees in your brain. They must piss, shit and probably masturbate….but more about CHARACTERS in the next blog!

     

    I hope these words have been of some help, dear writers. Please feel free to email me with examples, queries, or in response to the exercises in this blog.

    NOW

    1. SET YOUR IMAGINATION FREE! Your dreams are rich and rare and colourful, so that proves you could be a lovely writer. Your dreams are also great sources of inspiration! Harness them. Craft them. Develop your vocabulary by wide reading. Continually write. Have a notebook by you at all times.

    WRITE, WRITE and WRITE!

    …let me know how you get on….jonelkon3@gmail.com or post a comment below.

    Do read my Tips for Writers Parts 1 2 and 3! They’re right here, in the panel on your right.

     

     

     

     

  • TIPS FOR NEW WRITERS Part 3:

    TIPS FOR NEW WRITERS Part 3:

    SECRETS, LIES AND SURPRISE!

    And AIDA!….

    What are the basics of a good joke?

    Start with the ordinary. Then surprise! And people laugh because the unexpected snuck up on them like a sudden feather up the nose.

    Here are some of the worst jokes on the internet:  http://justsomething.co/18-of-the-funniest-jokes-ever-10-is-gold/

    Almost every one of them relies on wordplay. An unexpected rendering of a well-known word or phrase. In other words, a dad joke. Or a dud joke. See? I just made one! But in writing fiction, bad wordplay is horrible. Avoid! But good mind play makes all the difference.

    It’s easy being ordinary. Extraordinary requires balls. Especially if you’re a woman.

    (Is that bad wordplay? Or just put there to annoy and shock? Do not misinterpret the above. I’m not going into why the last  paragraph is not sexist. It just isn’t.)

    Extraordinary means avoiding cliche of course – in my previous tutorial I explained how you can demolish the components of a cliche to create better images. In this article I am going to concentrate on the hunt for refreshment – waking up language to surprise and delight the reader with the deliciously different.

    The best place to hit them with the unexpected is obviously the first line of a story or novel. It took me ages to come up with killer first lines, long  after the novel was completed. I am happy with my openers of my first two. Umfaan’s Heroes’ : “ Hallo. My name is Thomas Bloch. I am lying on a bed in a military hospital. This is 1967. The body I am wearing is full of holes, dents, cuts and bruises….”

    Full of surprises and mysteries.  The reader’s question is “why?” What does he mean by “the body I am wearing”?  And so the reader’s duty is to find out. Hence, read on.

    In Laszlo’s Millions, I used a whole paragraph to get the reader to invest in the story.

    So like a good joke, I end the paragraph with a surprise, that is also a teaser. Then, sudden surprising backstory.

    The great secret of good advertising – and getting a potential reader to buy your book  –  is also the name of a grand opera: AIDA. An acronym, of course.

    Attention- get it with jacket design, blurbs, reviews, title.

    Interest: arouse interest with your first lines

    Desire: make the reader want to know what comes next. With a teaser or a great character or an amazing event.

    Action: read on! Read to the end!

    So you, dear writer, had better earn the honour of a reader reading your whole damn book and loving it.

    Sing! Skip Ad! Skip Ad!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3w4I-KElxQ 

    My novel in production (which may be called ‘Ragazzo’ or ‘Castrato’ or possibly, ‘Opera’, whichever delights me more) begins with “     “ (Not telling you yet. That first paragraph is still being crafted.)

    However good the first line, if the rest’s crap, you have created a mere fart. Your mum or boy/girlfriend will notice it for a bit, snarl, blame you for polluting the family name, and then forget it ever happened. All it will ever leave behind is the trace of a sneer.

    So what is the difference between farting and a good shit?

    CANCEL THE ABOVE!

    A perfect example of a writer striving so hard for originality, he reverts to shock. Toilet images. Boo.

    Surprise! Watch Killing Eve Season 2 Episode 1. The scenes are like small islands in a bloody sea which the viewer visits in sequence. Attached to each island are sweet seconds of surprise: In a mortuary, with a gruesome body in the foreground, Eve suddenly says “I want a hamburger” to which the response (I think it was Carolyn) is, “It’s the formalin. It makes you crave meat.” So they order burgers and eat them while discussing the cause of death. The burgers have no relevance to the plot whatsoever.

    There are many more, this episode is the perfect example of what I mean.

    As to writers, Kurt Vonnegut is a master of this technique.

    Exercise: watch an episode of a successful Netflix or Amazon series.  Choose something more or less in the Black Humour genre. Black Mirror is perfect. OR Killing Eve, of course. Identify an island, and explain how SURPRISE is used.

    Afterthoughts:

    1. Do not overuse surprise or it’s no longer surprising.
    2. Avoid dad jokes
    3. Be playful! But never cause teeth to grind.
    4. Be aware of GENRE, tone, pace and style. Getting this right is critical.

    The scriptwriter I’m working with on a series says, “Every scene must have conflict in it.” NEXT TIME: How to use CONFLICT and contrast.

    KEEP WRITING! Remember, I am happy to read your exercises and make comments, either use the comment thread below or email me at jonelkon3@gmail.com.

    p.s: Secret exercise: There is evidence that I don’t always follow my own rules in the article above. Can you find it?

  • Writers write! Feedback on A WRITING EXERCISE

    Writers write! Feedback on A WRITING EXERCISE

    A little while ago I dropped a fantasy/dystopian/horror plot idea on to Facebook and this website, see http://jonelkon.com/a-writing-exercise-for-you/and just wanted to share this one from Grigor, which I think is pretty gruelling, with my comments.  I’ll paste it in at the end of this blog. Gregor has given me permission to use it as an example. Thanks for that!

    What do others think?

    Other writers who have submitted, I have answered you individually with ideas for improvement or general points on style etc, but herewith a few general points:

    1. Exposition can be an enemy, unless it’s done in an incredibly original way. In my new novel, I have to inform the reader about how castration plays a major part in the history of Opera. Yes, really! So hard to do, so I understand how some of you resorted to explanations. Have a look at how Grigor did it. Did he succeed?
    2. Humour: look (Abbie!) it’s very hard to present this kind of plot humorously. As I’ve said to you, you did it but be very careful of used tropes…
    3. At the other end of the spectrum: horror. It is hard to be bleak without exhausting the reader. Perhaps the tone of Grigor’s is what I like.
    4. Viewpoint character: always decide whose story this is, and who’s telling it. If a detached narrator – who is he or she? Is he/she omniscient? You don’t have to say who she/he is, as long as you know.
    5. TONE!
    6. On the subject of cliches (no names!) – people often use cliches in speech, so to some extent I forgive you. But there is no excuse for “he was as sick a a parrot” (yes, really.) Sometimes I take a well-worn cliche (like that one – i.e a ‘well-worn cliche’) dust it, polish it and change it. You could Monty-Python it, for example, by saying ‘as sick as a dead parrot’ Or ‘sicker than a parrot under a steam roller’ but that works better in humorous writing.
    7. What else: description: showing off! Adjectives and adjectives upon adjectives. Not trendy! Better to look at your most beloved sentences and give them a snip, without castrating them. Here’s a writer’s cliche for you: “Be ready to kill your babies” – i.e, sometimes a sentence or a description or even a character can easily be culled, leaving the whole story much better for it. (You know who I’m referring to dear fellow.)

    If YOU submitted a story and you are prepared to let me pull it apart here, in public, please let me know. (email is best).

    So here then, not presented as the ideal but simply as a version I liked, is Grigor’s story. My comments are in BOLD.

    A DEATH

    Interesting Title. Teasing, but could he have used something more interesting?

    When he opened his eyes, he knew he was no longer here. The evidence was all around him. The shattered remains of his Piper Cub airplane, clinging to the side of the cliff as if crucified. And Blo was just below the wreck on a narrow ledge, with aircraft fuel spurting down onto him.

    Great setup! Very visual and original. I love “as if crucified”

    A man ambled along a path at the base of the hill toward him, whistling. He was about twenty five, gaunt for his age, almost cocky, walking with the insouciant confidence of a young man who knows precisely where he is going.

    “Who knows precisely…etc. Could he have used a more original description?

    Thank God, thought Blo. “Hey there! Help! Help” he shouted

    “Hello up there!” The man looked up, saw him and winked. “I say,” he said, “got yourself in a bit of a mess haven’t you?”

    I like the implied tone of the man at the foot of the cliff. I hear an exaggerated posh accent. Good fun

    “A bit of a mess! Help me! The plane’s about to blow!”

    Just then the plane blew up. A fireball roared out from the fuel tank, a horizontal volcano erupting outward.

    Shock and surprise! Love this. Can a fireball erupt outward?

    Everything disappeared. When Blo opened his eyes he was lying at the foot of the cliff. The Man stood over him, arms akimbo, a huge grin splashing across his face as if  he’s suddenly understood the joke.

    Good stuff! We may realise Blo has died, and ‘getting the joke’ is a wry and ambiguous phrase here.

    “Welcome!” the Man said,  “Conscious now are we?”

    “I don’t know….” Blo said, inspecting himself for injuries. “I don’t believe it…” He inspected himself for injuries. Then he stood, shakily and looked up at the still-burning plane.

    “I think we’d better get you out of here,” the man said, taking his arm. “It looks to me as if we may just be about to get rained on by flaming aircraft.”

    Pace: We need to move the action on rapidly, and Grigor tackles this well by changing the scene.

    Rapidly the two men ran down the road, and none too soon, as what was left of the Piper Cub rained down onto the ground in showers of flaming metal and fuel.

    “Where am I?” Blo asked. “Where are we going?”

    “My name is Ronnie”, the Man said. “I was ambling on my way to the Capital, going to see my girlfriend, when I saw your plane come down. So welcome, Blo.”

    “Thank you I think! How far are we from the city?”

    “Oh, a few miles…we’ll be there soon. Are you ok to walk?”

    “I think so – ” Blo said, “Depends how far…”

    We probably suspect that Blo may be dead, but so far Ronnie hasn’t let him realise it. This enables tension to build up. As the story goes on, it gets more surrealistic. It starts with the next line:

    “Hey!” Blo said suddenly. “How did you know my name?”

    “Ahhhh,” Ronnie said, “is that your name? I guessed it.”

    The reader now realises that she/he is in a different territory and hopefully at this point, invests in the story. Wanting to know! Reading ON. And this is the task of the writer: to draw the reader into the writer’s world. In your stories: how do you get the reader to invest their time into your creation?

    I’m now going to cut to the reveal, because if I’m to get YOU to invest in this literary exercise, I need to avoid giving you too much at one time. If you want the whole thing, email me and I’ll send it to you.

    Blo has met Grey, and has learned that he (Blo) himself is a type of android and that most of Humanity – excluding Ronnie and Grey in Grigor’s interpretation – (interesting but I don’t think credible.) (Gregor?) – is android.

    Grigor has chosen to do the Reveal in dialogue. How else could he have done it?

    ….. Ronnie laughed. “Shall we watch the sunset together? There’s a great view from this hill!”

    “I don’t understand!” Bro protested. “If I’m an android – I mean, just a fucking ROBOT – how am I supposed to enjoy a sunset?”

    “Of course you will enjoy it! You are programmed to enjoy it! Here. Come sit with me.”

    And so man and robot sat there, on Blue Tree Hill, watching as the sun dropped gently into flaming clouds as if into a comforting warm bath.

    Does this image work for you? I’m in two minds. I like the name of the hill. Perhaps that could have been signposted earlier? Here we may be pleased Grigor sees Ronnie as a Human – potential for irony.

    “I liked it when there were lots of humans,” Ronnie said with a sigh.

    “Why?” Blo asked. “I thought you said they were a waste of space!”

    Ronnie laughed. “They certainly wasted their space! Space and time. An infestation. A virus. An infection the planet had to dispose of.”

    “Yet they created us. Us Androids.”

    A chilly wind crept over them from the East, making Ronnie shiver.

    This is nice. Breaking the exposition up with some weather, or description. The use of “chilly wind” is also a reference to the chilly nature of the information Ronnie is sharing.

    “They did. It was the only way they could ensure their survival in some form…”

    “Tell me something”, Blo said eventually. “Ronnie – why did this happen? I mean humans replacing themselves with Androids and getting wiped out?”

    “Same old same old,” Ronnie said. “Combination of Climate Change, nuclear war, starvation, blah blah. They were warned and warned.”

    “It’s rather sad,” Blo said, rather sadly.

    I don’t actually like this repetition, clever as it is. It seems forced.

    “Mmmm.” Ronnie agreed.

    By now the night was establishing itself over the shattered land. Stars were making their appearance, and man and android felt very alone.

    “Ronnie?” Blo said.

    “Ask.”

    “Seeing as I’m going for repair, and I assume you’ll wipe my memory – ?”

    “Yes we will. We have to make you a new body as well. You’ve pretty much wrecked this one.”

    “So you can tell me now. You can tell me the truth. Can’t you?”

    “I suppose I can,” the man said.

    “So – how long ago did all this happen? This destruction? This – mess?”

    “In Earth years?”

    “Yes, dammit. How long ago? Tell me!”

    “Very well, I will,” he said. Then “To the nearest thousand years?”

    “Yes! Tell me!”

    “Around ten thousand years. Yes, close to that.”

    The Android wept.

    End

     

    I can see what he was trying to do – end with a shock, an emotional jar, with the political/environmental message spooned in.  I like the way he spins it out, for effect. To some extent he was successful. But trying to make political points in fiction is very dangerous territory! Not entirely his fault, as I wrote the plot.

    I am impressed with Grigor’s interpretation, as I am with those of some others. Special mention to Michael M, Sandy, Thandeka, Morris and Marie EW. Baie dankie ne!

    NEXT EXERCISE: Big lesson for me! So many people found this a tremendously difficult project, so let’s start with something much easier. I think on a scale of difficulty from 1 – 10, this was a ten. Most people left huge holes in the plot. Which made me realise that this plot needs to be a novel, not a Short Story. We’re all learning!

    Keep an eye on my Facebook page and this website. The next MEGASAGA competition is coming up, and the next LET’S LEARN WRITING blog will appear soon!

     

  • A WRITING EXERCISE – for you!

    A WRITING EXERCISE – for you!

    ONE WEEK LEFT! Have a go! Don’t be shy! Use all or part!

    ARE YOU A WRITER? I am offering you the opportunity to develop your skills for FREE with an occasional series of writing exercises. I will help you with style, content, and general tips for improvement!

    WHY am I doing this? I need breaks from writing my current novel! And I’d love the opportunity to help new writers!

    HERE’S the FIRST exercise:

    This is the plot that came to me at 3am last night. It’s not fantastically original, but then almost anything you think of in terms of plot, someone has thought of before. But as Gary Snyder says in his excellent book on screenwriting, “Save the Cat” if you can’t do it different, just do it better.

    Can you do it better?

    Genre: Science Fiction/ Fantasy/Horror

    Blo opens his eyes. He sees a cheerful face of Ronnie before him. Ronnie urges Blo to follow him. With difficulty he follows, asking questions and receiving answers.

    We begin to realise that Blo has just died.

    They meet Grey. He explains that Ronnie is taking him (Bro) for “repair”. If he were taking Bro, it would have been for “disposal” Those who are “repaired” are reborn. Those disposed of are, well…

    Here we get intimations that Heaven and Hell are simply misunderstandings.

    The Reveal: mankind destroyed itself through Climate Change a hundred thousand years ago, but not before they had developed sophisticated AI and organic robots, which were programmed to continue to produce robots in the image of the former humans. And so the cycle continues.

    You will need to explain the absence of artefacts and remains – eg what was not destroyed by hurricanes and other disasters was scoured off the Earth by the robots, on the instructions of “the Programmers”, maybe god.

    Task: how can you do this without a huge amount of boring exposition? Can you convey all this interestingly in a Short Story? Novel? Film?

    Use any or all aspects of the plot above. Change names if you wish. Use the ideas to set off YOUR ideas.

    Try it as a Short Story. Send it to me and I’ll publish the five best ones on my website – with your names of course! I’m not a copyright thief. I will send a free critique to the writers of the best ten.

    Email your story to me jonelkon3@gmail.com with the subject COURSE

    Deadline: YOU HAVE 3 WEEKS

  • THE MEGASAGA £100 GOES TO…

    THE MEGASAGA £100 GOES TO…

    PAVLOVA MAHARAJ!

    Pavlova’s Megasaga, “Widow’s Peek” was (after a great deal of discussion amongst the judges) finally chosen as the winner of the first Megasaga competition prize.

    Pavlova’s use of powerful language to convey strong emotions within the constraints of the megasaga form ensured her victory. She can also use words in an original way, showing an ability to experiment. This comes off well in this story. Well done Pavlova! Your prize is on its digital way.

    Pavlova Maharaj lives in Durban, South Africa. She is only 23 years old, and has loved writing all her life. This is her first entry into a competition, so a wonderful result! When she was a few years younger, Pavlova began a medical degree in China. Sadly, time distance and finances brought her back to her home country where she has a happy social life and is developing her writing.  I have no doubt we’ll be hearing much more from this talented young writer!

    So here, once more, is

    WIDOW’S PEEK by PAVLOVA MAHARAJ

    The winter sky is a widow’s sky, bedarkened and weeping. I began to hammer on, taking each bend like a child playing a video game, as the giant drops hit my windshield, sounding like the buzzing of angry bees.

    I picture her waiting for me. Just a few more miles, I say to myself , as I take a sharp turn. Then, BOOM! It was all over. This widow sky cursed my wife to be a widow.

    The darkness took over my mind and body… Goodbye My Love!

    I was startlingly awoken by my dogs barking.

    It was all a dream!

  • Musings on the Megasaga – what I learned!

    Musings on the Megasaga – what I learned!

    The idea of the Megasaga occurred to me on a plane. I think it’s original! The Mini saga had been around for some time. I remember years ago the Today Program on BBC Radio 4 ran a Mini Saga competition, in which the stories submitted had to be fifty words. Yes, fifty! Too hard? Then there’s Flash Fiction: here, the author has 500 words to play with. Too easy!

    All these forms have their value. Essentially, a writer of fiction is a liar and the reader is a complicit and willing dupe, being prepared to enter into a false world in which invented events are created for nonexistent people within an environment and under constraints which are wholly or partly in the imagination.

    But Caveat Scriptor! Let the writer beware! If there is the slightest flaw in the invented details – location, events, character/s – the reader is lost, and the writer abandoned.

    So my challenge (travelling from London to San Diego last year) was to find a form which could have the same power and urgency as a good short Story, condensed. And yet still carry conviction and engage the reader. This is where poetry meets prose: a good poem encapsulates thoughts and emotions. A sonnet, a limerick, a haiku operate within strict rules, forcing the poet to use every fine tool at his/her disposal to convey a scene, emotion, event within immutable rules. The creation of one of these is an exercise for the writer, the equivalent of doing bench presses or bicep curls, to develop the craft and make each word count. Could there be as good an exercise for prose?

    The Mega Saga was the obvious solution. A ‘story’ in 100 words, including the title. So I began to write.

    The first one was about revenge. Here it is:

    Once he had washed the corpse, he began to dress it. A fine organza dress, a blouse made of the best Brussels lace, elegant kid gloves. Carefully, he applied makeup. Not entirely efficiently. The lipstick was somewhat smeared and the rouge a trifle excessive. Then he fitted a pair of leopard skin stiletto heeled shoes on the feet. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Looks good! Time to invite the family into the Drawing Room to view the corpse. “All right Dad?” he said to the corpse. “I forgive you now. My revenge is complete!” and he opened the door.

    No title! Not great! So I continued to experiment…some of the results can be found in this blog, under Short Stories.

    Then I realised that to develop the form, I wanted to see what others could do. And the Mega Saga competition was launched.

    Amazing! I had stories from all over the world – but for me, frankly the most exciting were the stories submitted by South Africans. There is so much creativity, originality and talent in that country! So many people had a go, many of whom had either never written fiction before or had never submitted any of their writing to anybody. These are the people I admire most. And so many of their efforts were really genuinely affecting – straight from the heart, which is a great place to start writing.

    Selecting the Long List of 10 was difficult, but nothing compared with collecting and collating the Short List! (One of the Judges and I will probably never speak again. Yes we will, KB!) . As to the final winner, my personal favourites come down to two. See http://jonelkon.com/megasaga-shortlist-announced/But I refuse to tell you which those are. We will negotiate and decide.

    The next Megasaga competition will take place when I have recovered from this one, maybe at the end of June. I will probably charge for entries – a small, token amount so that I can cover the cost of the prize. I think that’s fair.

    So PREPARE!  Start writing! I really do want to encourage people who don’t normally write to have a go. And people who do write, hone and develop and exercise and get better. If I can help writers in any way I will.

     

  • MEGASAGA SHORTLIST! the WINNER will be announced TUESDAY!

    MEGASAGA SHORTLIST! the WINNER will be announced TUESDAY!

    LAST CHANCE TO COMMENT! Which story is YOUR favourite?

    Please note: The Judges may disagree with you – but their decision is final.

    To those who didn’t make the final 5: You are all WINNERS! Your writing is of great quality and I hope you will continue to develop the craft.

    THE CRITERIA:

    The Judges were looking for a masterful use of language within the constraints of the Megasaga form.

    The Judges were looking for a plot, insofar as possible within 100 words.

    The Judges wanted to FEEL the writer’s emotions, to get a powerful glimpse into an event, an idea, an opinion even.

    Above all, this has all to be achieved within 100 words including the title.

    While the opinions of those who commented on the stories were certainly taken on board, in the end the Judges’ decisions are final.

    PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT ON THE FINALISTS!

    TWO MORE DAYS!

    To those who made the final 5: WELL DONE! These are the stories the judges (5 of them, all devoted readers and writers) felt had the most BITE.

    SO HERE THEY ARE, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER, THE FINAL FIVE:

     

    Echoes of colour

    Dusk had settled in him, in his bones and his soul, the painted sky flooded from his beautiful mind, darkness settling in, clouding his vision. So I loved him vivaciously and painted my own canvas, with the colours of his soul, hoping he would see just how beautiful he was and learn to love again. It wasn’t easy, with my own tattered heart, sometimes my sky faded too but there was one thing that brought us back, the love we both held for the night, the moon, the stars. It was there, that our Cosmic love bloomed.

    Lorna Malan

    Judges’ comments:

    While this is not strictly a story, in that it has a beginning, middle and end, the use of language to paint a picture of perfect love is original and very affecting.

     

    Son

    From the gate he could see the windows were open. The radio was playing. He breathed deeply and opened the lock, swung it open. Ran down the driveway. The front door was locked. “Mom,” he screamed. “Mama!” Again, “Mommy?“ The back door was open. His heart, his mind exploding. There she was. Lying on the linoleum kitchen floor. Eyes open. Gone. She had always said, “Son, when you find a departed Soul and their body’s eyes are open, lightly touch them, ease them.” He wept and easing the eyes closed he said, “Light may your journey be my Mommy.”

    Renos Spanoudes

    Judges’ comments:

    The situation, the language and the emotional shock at the end makes this feel absolutely real. A great use of sentence structure to convey intense emotion.

     

    Nightmare

    Diabolical darkness fills the air. A murder of crows spiralling in the

    air, eagerly waiting. In the distance, I feel the presence of evil. The air

    started to reek of death. I want to turn and flee but my body objects.

    Drawing near, I can see the demonic black stallion. Body full of unending

    bleeding scars. Bloodred eyes staring into my soul, draining the life out

    of me. I break free and flee, my heart racing.

    Tripped over my own feet.

    Suddenly …

    Everything is gone.

    Eternally plummeting.

    Breathless.

    I jump up.

    Awoken with anxiety.

    Fetching a deep sigh.

    J Vox Woefski

    Judges’ comments:

    The Judges loved the clever way the sensation of falling is conveyed by the layout. The descriptive language is very powerful, and so well expressed in the context of fantasy writing.

     

     

    PRANESH

    Once in your life, you may meet a soul so precious that you start believing in good hearts again. Such a soul was HE that he loved without inhibition and was himself, owing no explanation to the world. A rare, beautiful human being that when in his presence I only felt peace and joy .I know that in this lifetime I’ll never come close to a selfless being like this again or anyone who could love or move my spirit the way he did. RIP my awesome best friend in the universe, my voice of reason, my high counsel…

    Chantel Naidu

    Judges’ comments:

    The judges bent a rule, which I am not happy about but their word is law. This story is 99 words, and a true Megasaga is 100. KB stated that he would accept the ellipsis as a word, which would make the story qualify. They loved the powerful use of language, the general quality of the writing and the very sad conclusion.

     

    Widow’s Peek

    The winter sky is a widow’s sky, bedarkened and weeping. I began to hammer on, taking each bend like a child playing a video game, as the giant drops hit my windshield, sounding like the buzzing of angry bees.

    I picture her waiting for me. Just a few more miles, I say to myself , as I take a sharp turn. Then, BOOM! It was all over. This widow sky cursed my wife to be a widow.

    The darkness took over my mind and body… Goodbye My Love!

    I was startlingly awoken by my dogs barking.

    It was all a dream!

    PAVLOVA MAHARAJ

    Judges’ comments:

    While the “dream” conclusion has been used many times, the Judges nevertheless felt that it came as a surprise, and the use of descriptive language is so masterly, it is forgivable!

     

    WELL DONE FINALISTS!

    THE FINAL OVERALL WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON THE LAST DAY OF APRIL! AND THE £100 PRIZE WILL BE WINGING ITS WAY…

     

     

     

     

  • Two Days in Broken Britain

    Two Days in Broken Britain

    A Diary of Despair? And hope.

    Friday

    11 am

    Under lowering skies pregnant with the growls of trapped airliners London snarls. Tomorrow millions will take to the streets. Today two million signatures beg for repeal.

    London has always been a small island of rationality. My beloved cosmopolitan home where here on the tube with me, nations of the world. Smiles in Spanish. Mobile games in Serbo Croat. Minds in Arabic. Here is Africa, Arabia, Europe, the Caribbean represented in calm conformity to good taste and good manners. And that’s how I like it.

    Meanwhile in the Outlands two tribes face each other, armed to the teeth. Brexiters vs Remainers. And in the media both above the line and Social, the hoarse barking is reaching a crescendo and it so feels like open warfare is imminent. The Second Civil War. Cavaliers versus Roundheads. Which is which?

    Two smiling Police Enforcement Officers have just slid onto the train.  They look like bearded hipsters in stab vests. Yellow hi-viz, bulging with pockets of Perhapses. Perhaps I may need this, or even that.

    Today I will attend Court 76 at the Royal Courts of Justice, where bewigged duffers will decide whether Heathrow Expansion goes ahead. Tomorrow I will march with millions for the right to a People’s Vote, a referendum which is our best chance to avoid disaster and probable Civil War.

    The Royal Courts of Justice

    Saturday Morning

    11am

    Preparing for the March. The walking stick is in the backpack for when the knee goes again. The Green Party rosette adheres tenaciously to the lapel of my too-warm overcoat.

    Yesterday I sat and listened to the droning voice of sweet reason in Court 76 and the soporific stifle of the legalists started to get to me. Eyelids drooped. Finally, thank goodness, recess was declared until 2pm.

    Filled by Pret, I’d had enough, but at Temple Station Maggie had just arrived. Maggie is a beautiful woman in her …ties, whose invasion by arthritis hasn’t dented her determination and optimism. She is undaunted. Like the mulberry trees in the yard of the Middle Temple Gardens, she has that promise of giving forth sweetness. “Where are you going?” I stupidly asked. “The High Court”.

    Ok, that meant I had to go back. I didn’t mind. Maggie is great company.

    (We detoured to Two Temple Place, a Victorian Neo- Gothic Jacobean pastiche, all oaken and panelled and stained glass, where an exhibition of Ruskin confirmed what a pompous fart he was. I’d have loved him.)

    Two Temple Place. You couldn’t live there.

    Why I would love Ruskin, the old fart.

     

    The arguments have been made. The conclusions concluded. The judges will decide. My broken country! Will they overfly

    Sanity?

    Midday

    On the tube again, headed for the March. Me and a million, begging for another chance. Just one more chance please gawd.  Stop it! Stop putting up this wall. Stop the Civil War!

    Hyde Park Corner.

    Swept up by the Million, a mass of humans suffused with that unique camaraderie which always accompanies vast gatherings with the same opinions. The crowd is an army: flags, banners, placards, posters. The Crowd is a beast with many feet. The Crowd is a laughing, storming, chatting farting, chewing, up-and downing mass of relative strangers related by their common cause: Stop  Brexit. Using the plea for a Second Referendum as a hoped-for mechanism to do that.

    A million people.

    First the speeches. O Jeeez the speeches. Rant after Socialist rant. “Hey listen to me, because I agree with you about Brexit, you must agree with me about Socialism! Also, more sane voices. Lammy, Lucas. Others. I didn’t hear them very well. Too busy kissing dogs and patting babies. I did hear the interrupting chants: March! March! March! Enough talk! We want to march!

    Eventually we set off like a long noodle in very thick soup.

    Through the West End from Hyde Park to Parliament Square. Where there will be no storming of Westminster. No barricades or beheadings, no martyrs or mayhem. Whatsoever. This is polite, well-mannered, ever-so respectful of good manners. One right-wing commentator called it a “ grey-headed march of Waitrose habitués”. But these are people from all classes, all politics, Left and Right and Centre. Screeching Socialists rubbing grins with Chiswick Chappies and their Chapettes. With their doggies and children and snackies. Plenty of grey hairs, true. Which was a trifle surprising, considering the stats which show that many over 55s voted for Brexit. Proud of you, fellow oldsters.

    Oldies make a point

    Oldies make another point

    So nothing will happen. The Government will ignore the million., They will even ignore the more than 5 million who voted for the cancellation of Article 50. Because they are voting, in Parliament, for their jobs. If they go against the apparent “ill of the people”, particularly in Brexit constituencies, they will not be voted in, come the next election. Which could be any time.

    The fact that latest polls show a Remain lead, at about 55%, has made no waves whatsoever in the House.

    No-one knows what is going to happen next. I don’t think I am going to like it. Or my millions of fellow travellers either.

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