Showing posts with label Issues in Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Issues in Writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The Quietside and Broadchurch

Like many fans from "across the pond" and even here in the U.S., I've been thoroughly enjoying Broadchuch on BBC America. Tonight's episode just wrapped up, and I couldn't help but write a little about the similarities I've been noticing between the novel I'm working on, The Quietside, and the highly-rated drama series.
The skilled cast of Broadchurch. Photo from The Independent.

Now, don't get me wrong. Every story has bits and pieces from another story, and that story another, and so on. It's impossible to have a 100% original idea because, well, humans are all quite alike in regards to storytelling. In fact, it's one of the few things all of us have in common, in my opinion, that isn't considered "human nature," like the "fight or flight" response, a mother's love for her young--you get the point. If someone were to drastically change our accepted method of storytelling, few would like it or even recognize it as a story. In a film class of mine at school, we watched Man With a Movie Camera, a film from 1929 Soviet Russia directed by Dziga Vertov. Here's my initial response, written after the class:

Within the first several minutes of this film, I realized that I was watching something extraordinarily different than any other film I had seen before. Prior to watching the film, we talked about how it’s essentially an extremely long music video or montage, and also how many believe that it doesn’t have any narrative form. There is no doubt that it includes many montage elements, primarily the quick passage of time and showing a multitude of scenes without showing how the camera (which, in a way, acts as the main character in this film) got there. It reminded me of a short film the popular musician Deadmau5 did along with one of his songs, “Bleed.”
            I would argue against the film not having narrative form. It’s definitely not your typical narrative, but there are elements that link the seemingly random shots together, some general themes that could be applied for scenes and the overall film, and the several shots of the camera man walking while holding the camera that make it more narrative than not.

A Man With a Movie Camera, photo credit wikimedia.

            I found that each “act” or “chapter” had a general theme, and that all the shots within that chapter were related to a degree. An example within one of the “chapters” was the shot of the window shutters, then the camera shutter, then a shot of eyelids. Overall themes included the industry segment, the transportation segment, and the life segment.

            Personally, I think his true goal was to show the human experience. At first, I thought it might have been about what our eyes can see, then the intricacies of life, then I finally decided that it was more of a documentary on life in the particular area the film was placed. Really, the only thing that the film is missing from the human experience is sex. There was plenty of day-to-day life captured, weddings, death, sickness, science, technology, beauty, love, sports, friendship—you name it, it’s pretty much all there.

Reading the response again, I realize that I was trying my hardest to find something like a plot, narrative, theme, or concept that I could latch onto so that it felt like something Hollywood would produce rather than what somebody decided to do on a Sunday afternoon (not to say that Vertov wasn't an extremely visionary man). This was my response, but many in the class didn't like the film, or were annoyed at how random it was, or (granted, there were a lot of these) just didn't care enough to formulate a position. So I'm using that as proof for my argument--people expect something they can understand and have heard, read or seen before.

That may have seemed like a rant, but my point is that it isn't a bad thing to be similar to another story. In fact, I would say that it's better to "steal" from everywhere you can, as long as it fits the story and is a good snatch (duh). So even though I feel gross seeing characters like Beth Latimer run to get away from things, just like Cole does, or Rev. Paul Coates attempt to lead the community in a way Roger will attempt to do, or even the different but similar medical problems both Cole and Alec Hardy face, I know that as long as the characters are different enough--which they have to be since no one is exactly the same--I can pull it off without getting angry editors and fans. If I ever have those.

Since the plots are similar, both Broadchuch and The Quietside fall into the crime drama pit that many paperback crime novels are helplessly trapped. You have the detective with something to hide; the multiple murder suspects; all dirty in their own way; the innocent victim, who might not have been innocent after all; the grieving loved ones who eventually come into question; I could go on. People expect these things from crime drama. If each item, or at least most of them, isn't present, then something doesn't feel right. 
From the real Quietside, aka Bass Harbor, Maine. You can tell I took it because of the silly date in the corner.


Or then again, something could feel new, fresh, and exhilarating. Broadchurch separates itself from the rest with, in my opinion, excellent acting and directing. Also important in Broadchurch's success is the setting--something I'm very excited about. Since Steven King is essentially the only author that has 1)written anything like crime drama set in Maine and 2)is well-known, it's nice to think that even if my characters aren't different and new enough for publishers, that maybe the setting will be.

To wrap it up, if you haven't watched Broadchurch, you should. It's not that hard to find online (shh you didn't hear it from me). Here's iMDB's page on Broadchurch here and the main website here.  

I know I said I'd have a character bio up, but it's late and I got stuck working on some additions to the first six chapters last night that I might otherwise forget. Expect one very soon--it will probably be a new character, one that hasn't appeared yet.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Starting a new short story called "The Caretaker"

Last night was one of those nights for me that you lay down and wonder what you've been doing with your life as of late. I've been doing a fair amount of reading, but I haven't been writing as much as I would like. I've been struggling to find a job and sweating my ass off in the heatwave, kind of treading water and going nowhere fast. I've decided to try and start writing a couple short stories--get something under my belt so the larger projects don't feel as intimidating. In reality, I don't have a short I really like, or would say I'm proud of, but that's primarily because I don't really write shorts. They always seem to quickly mold into larger ideas, straying away from something do-able to a major undertaking.

I'm going to start The Caretaker tonight, a story, at its roots, about ageism and classism. I'm guessing it's going to be around 20 pages, we'll see. I'd like to have a rough draft in a week. If I can get it done in a reasonable amount of time and feel good enough about it, I'll try and get it published. That would be nice.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Back...again, for good? Let's hope so

So it's been forever since I've even logged in. For all I know, it could've been really popular...of course, that's not the case, and that's fine. This is for me, to encourage myself.
Anyways, I'm finally done with my least favorite semester of college, done with all my senior projects, done with pretty much anything that's been hanging over my head. Meaning I can finally start writing again. And I'm actually feeling pretty inspired.
It's my Christmas break, so I get to just chill and do whatever for about a month. I really want to start one of my larger projects, so that's what I'll be talking about in the next couple days. The first couple "scenes" (not writing it as a screenplay, though it was originally) are all planned out. Hopefully my hard drive won't die again, like it did last time I started this story.
On a side note, I plan to start a tumbr as well...though that will probably be more of my personality and fun stuff (not that this isn't fun) instead of my depressing blog posts and writing examples.
I've also changed a couple scenes in the small amount of The Quietside I posted...always editing :)
Here's a hint at what my next project is going to be about...I take no credit for the image. I'll probably post some thoughts on using pictures and music to help inspire stories soon too, including some playlists.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

It's been too long...again.

Well, I'm back at school. I can't say I'm thrilled with myself. I wrote a total of 3 pages over the summer (not including the work for the local paper) and read two books. Not enough. Not at all.
Look, I know getting busy makes it hard to do the things you love, because if you're doing the things you love, you wouldn't feel busy. I'm extremely busy right now. Between moving 500 miles down to school to finalizing my internship to the 6 classes I'm taking this semester, I'm literally swamped. But that's still not an excuse for me.
I need to find time. I'll make sure to keep track of how I do it. I know once I do--once I get back into the Quietside, back into Cruise, back into my imagination, I'll be much happier.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Success!

Tonight was a good night. I managed to finish my last article for the newspaper I'm working at, relieving a huge stress. More importantly, though, I joined Goodreads and started reading again! Woohoo! Hopefully Goodreads will work like this blog is, except for reading. Now it just comes down to keeping it up and not being the 40 year-old single-and-lonely man who maxes his credit card on a treadmill from QVC on January 2nd in hopes of holding true to his resolution of loosing weight over the next year only to use the treadmill once. So yeah. Here's to sticking with it.
This won't be me, I swear. Or at least I'll never wear a shirt over a shirt like that.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Wasting Time

Lately I've been having a difficult time managing, well, my time. I've been busy working and writing for my local paper, sure, but there's still a lot of time that gets thrown away doing worthless things. Sure, we all have to have some down time, but I enjoy writing, so why am I not doing it? Well, the answer to that is simple. I'm not writing because I'm not writing.
Wait what? Yes, I wrote that correctly. Since I have a knack for planning and crafting stories but never writing them, a large pile of ideas has simply overwhelmed me enough that I avoid writing. It's taken me awhile to realize this, but this blog has helped.
Well...I might be dramatizing it a little bit... 
So what's the first step? Well, I'm taking a shot in the dark, but I'm going to start reading instead of doing the worthless things (video games and youtube, mainly). I have a whole shelf of books that I've bought or come into possession of that I've deemed "must-reads," thinking I'll learn something from them. Well, thing is, I haven't read hardly any of them. My thought is by reading, at least I'm being productive and shooting towards my goal of writing several hours a day, like I started doing last semester while taking a class on novel writing.
Of course, reading isn't writing. I'm going to eventually just have to force myself to sit down and do it, even against the large pile of concepts, ideas, plots, partially written short stories--you get it. Reading should get me in the "mood" to write, so that I won't have to force myself to do something I enjoy.
A lot of this mess will be solved by this time next week, when I'm completely done with work for the summer. I've given myself time to collect my thoughts before heading back to school after what will probably go down as one of the worst summers of my life.
Which leads me in another direction--writing comes hard if your own life isn't in check. It's pretty hard to write about an emotionally scarred police officer when you yourself don't have a grip on things. Sometimes it helps convey the mood--especially in poetry--but sometimes it really hinders your ability to "become" your character. A great example of this is The Quietside. It's first person, so I'm completely Cole when I'm writing. Or I should be. If issues in my life keep seeping through, Cole gets pushed to the side (which he really doesn't like) and will not act himself, which leads to a failing and illogical story.
So true.
Basically, I've discovered writing is a lot like running. It may appear to depend on skill, practice, and performance (aka quality of the writing) but it's about 90% mental. You could have the best physical body (or prose) in the world, but if your mind isn't there backing it up, you might as well sit it out. The mind is capable of anything. ANYTHING. I just need to tell myself I can write for several hours each day, and I will.
Note: For those of you who don't know me, I ran for about 10 years of my life in middle school, high school and a little bit in college before I hurt my ankle--I haven't been able to talk myself into starting again for more than a week or two.
This is why I started this blog. I need somewhere to talk myself through things.
These next two or three weeks will set the tone for this next year. I hope they're productive.