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Malaysian Cup of Coffee

29 Thursday May 2014

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A while back, I decided to add Google Play to the sites where my books were available. I spent an incredibly tedious several hours trying to make it work, finally got A Gift of Ghosts live on the site, and then pretty much said, ‘the hell with it.’ Well, no–I said, “I’ll do the others tomorrow,” and when tomorrow rolled around, I thought, “ugh, I can’t go through that again,” and that lasted for a few tomorrows in a row and finally I stopped thinking about it.

But because of my BookBub promotion last week, I found out that some copies had been downloaded on Google Play. When I looked at the numbers, someone from Malaysia had downloaded Ghosts. Malaysia! I don’t know why that was so exciting, but it was. A couple days later, I checked the numbers again and Ghosts had been downloaded in Malaysia four times. Four times! I don’t have a great mental image of Malaysia–it sort of blends with Thailand in my imagination, I think–but I pictured some tourist/college student at a hostel saying, ‘hey, you should check out this book I downloaded’ to an acquaintance from another country. Or a student practicing their English?

Anyway, it motivated me to post the other books to Google Play, because if someone wants to read my ghost stories in Malaysia, I am willing to help them do so, enough to brave the incredibly awful interface that Google thinks passes for acceptable. But I wish I could set the currency properly. All of the international sites do literal conversion: $3.99 translated to the equivalent in British pounds or Euros or Brazilian reals (got my first sale in Brazil this month!) or Indian rupees (ditto India!). But I want the conversion to be emotional instead. I want the exchange rate to equate values, so that every reader, anywhere in the world, is buying me a cup of their local coffee when they pay for my book, and buying themselves a small pleasure of about the same rate. I wish I knew how to make that happen.

But it would be incredibly complicated and unfortunately, Amazon’s algorithmic bots would probably price match and I’d wind up selling all the books, everywhere, for the price of a cup of coffee in Brazil, which would not buy me many coffees in Florida. Alas.

Funnily enough, though, when I went searching for information about the prices of coffee, I found this: Malaysian Starbucks prices. Turns out that in Malaysia, specifically, my books actually are priced about the same as Starbucks.

In other news, I’m working on three things at once, which is always bad for me. But Fen is due back from the editor on Sunday, so soon, very soon, I’ll be focused on her again for a few weeks. I can’t wait! Well, I can, but it’s hard.

Spicy Grilled Chicken

29 Thursday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in Chicken, Spicy

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No photo, bad me, but last night I grilled chicken tenders.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with them when I started out. I’ve found that marinating chicken in a dairy-based product (yogurt, sour cream, mayonnaise) keeps it moist when you cook it, but I was sort of in the mood for spicy. Or tangy? I didn’t know, so I decided to go with everything. I made a marinade with the zest and juice of a lime, a couple tablespoons of mayo, and a tablespoon or so of siracha, and marinated the chicken in it all afternoon, before grilling it on a hot grill, a couple minutes per side.

Yum. Both spicy and slightly limey and as low-calorie as a marinade gets. Eaten with grilled asparagus and small potatoes. I burned the potatoes, but they were still delicious.

Filler Words and Dialog

26 Monday May 2014

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Filler words are words that writing blogs tell you to eliminate from your writing. Most of the time, it’s good advice. But not always.

Let’s start with some sample sentences.

If you need help, then ask for it.

If you need help, ask for it.

You know, I was going to write about interaction, but I’ve gotten totally bogged down in the way that “then” conveys emotion to me. Am I alone in finding that the first sentence contains exasperation while the second one is a simple statement? I can’t read the first one in my head without giving it a dose of impatient annoyance, while the second one sounds like a simple statement that could be delivered gently. And the only difference, of course, is the word, ‘then.’ Weird.

Ahem, but moving on, my point is that tighter writing is better writing and so most often, sentence #2 is the better sentence. The more filler words you can eliminate, the faster the read, and for today’s audiences, faster is better.

Except that interaction requires a reciprocal action or influence, a back-and-forth, and sometimes some of those filler words are good at making the relation between cause-and-effect clearer. Not always! But sometimes. Let’s take a look:

I tried to get away. He jumped in front of me. I turned and ran.

I tried to get away, then he jumped in front of me, so I turned and ran.

In the second story, the filler words show you the flow of the action, and how the actions influenced one another. In this case, (IMO) the more tightly-written story is not the better story. Some filler words are almost always bad (‘very’ comes to mind) but if the words you use enhance the sense of interaction in your story, of reciprocal movement, they may be worth keeping.

So, believable stories include interaction. They also include criteria #6, reproductions of speech. In other words, dialog. This is an important criteria, in my opinion, but also so obvious that I’ve got almost nothing to say about it.

A quick example:

We talked about what we wanted for dinner but couldn’t agree on anything.

I asked him, “What do you want for dinner?” but he said, “Oh, I don’t know, what do you want?” I answered, “Not again. Can’t you ever just choose?”

The latter is a more compelling story. To make your stories more believable, you should put words in people’s mouths. That said, in the example, I included conflict without even thinking about it, because conflict makes dialog interesting. A story where characters exchange several minutes of small talk might come across as true, but the truth can be boring.

Never let believable trump interesting. 🙂

Next time: Five criteria in one shot, because they all boil down to “weird.”

Memorial Day

24 Saturday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in Grief, Personal

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R graduated from high school today. Go, R, go.

For various perfectly reasonable reasons, no one except me could make it to the ceremony. I’m pretty good at solitude, but it’s profoundly lonely to celebrate a milestone in isolation, to sit by yourself in the audience and applaud, and not have anyone to turn to and say, “oh, doesn’t he look good,” and “oh, look, he’s trying not to laugh” and just… not be able to share the normal stuff that people share.

And I was sad.

But then, for the first time since she died, I felt such a profound sense of my mom being with me. I could truly almost hear her saying, “Don’t be stupid, of course I wouldn’t miss this, I’m so proud of you both.”

And then, behind her, Malcolm, saying, “Stuff and nonsense. Don’t be silly.”

This Memorial Day, I am thinking of my mom, who I love and miss. Of Malcolm, who I love and miss. Of Michelle, who I love and miss. Of my grandparents and my great-grandmother. Of Marjorie. Of Leslie. Of Luis and Judith and Mindy. Of Denice and Margaret and Jan, who all died so much too young.

I know it’s the military that we’re supposed to be acknowledging, so kudos to my grandpa who went to Japan. And as many kudos to my grandmother who stayed at home, alone with an infant, fuming about how he’d enlisted when he didn’t have to.

But I remember them all and miss them all.

PS I’m writing a very depressing Tassamara story. It’s a wonderful outlet for tears, but I’m not sure what I should do with it when I’m done. Post it here? Mail it out? Bury it forever? Do you want to read about the reception after Dillon’s memorial service?

Interaction is Action

23 Friday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in Randomness

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And days later… I finally show up again. Bad blogger, bad, bad, bad.

But I emailed my editor last weekend with a list of things that I intended to fix in my manuscript so that he wouldn’t waste time telling me to fix them and he told me he hadn’t started yet and gave the manuscript back to me to make the changes. Yay, yay, YAY! I made those changes and many, many more. Read the whole thing out loud to myself Monday through Wednesday—getting totally hoarse in the process—and finally sent it back him Thursday morning. I’m hoping he’ll still be able to get it back to me by June 1, but I’m definitely more satisfied with it, so that’s good.

So getting back to Criteria-Based Content Analysis– interaction, criteria #5, seems so obvious that I sort of skimmed over it in my original presentation about CBCA, But when I was thinking about writing this post, I decided maybe it deserved a closer look.

Two sample stories:

I came home and watched my favorite television show, Grimm, before going to bed.

I came home and chatted on the phone with my brother before going to bed.

Same number of details, same contextual embedding, so two equivalently true stories, right? Not if you’ve added criteria #5, interaction, to your toolkit. The second story should sound more truthful. For law enforcement, the subliminal reasoning might be that the second story contains a witness and witnesses make lies much easier to disprove. If you’re being deceitful, including other people in your story increases the risk that you’ll get caught.

But as writers, we don’t need to care about the subliminal reasons why interaction sells stories—the fact is, CBCA tells us that it does. A story where two people (or more) are interacting is more believable than one where a single person is on their own.

Doesn’t that seem weird, though? If I tell you, “I was home alone and I ate pizza for dinner,” why would that be less believable than saying, “my awesome kid was home for the weekend and we ate pizza for dinner”?

And yet—those two stories aren’t equivalent. One of them is a boring story, a “so what?” story. And the other is a Story. Okay, sure, part of that is the adjective, but even without the adjective, one of those stories makes you wish I’d stop talking (writing) and the other one makes you want to ask questions. (Well, maybe they don’t—I shouldn’t be speaking for you! But that’s how I’d react to those two stories!)

The difference between them is interaction.

Google defines interaction as “reciprocal action or influence.” I’m thinking of it as back-and-forth, cause-and-effect. Interaction is dynamic—movement by one causes movement by another. That movement can be concrete—“I pushed him so he punched me”—or it can be… well, less concrete. If your character says something and another character’s feelings get hurt, it might seem as if no action has happened. But it has. Action doesn’t have to mean explosions and drama–as long as you’ve got interaction, and reactions with weight, you’ve got action.

One of the books that I started this weekend was published by a small press. It was… well, some editor somewhere thought it was good enough to publish. And a list of people on the first page claimed to have edited, copy-edited, and proofread it. But it was unbearable reading. My stepmother gave it to me with, I think, a subliminal “you should try to find a publisher, look at what’s getting published!” message. The reason that it was unbearable, though, was because it lacked interaction, except in the most superficial way. For the entire first chapter, the heroine was alone. She had a brief conversation with a butler—which might perhaps have been her story editor saying, “you need a conversation here, something needs to actually HAPPEN in this chapter”—but the conversation didn’t work as interaction because it was irrelevant to the story. It wasn’t a reciprocal back-and-forth, cause-and-effect: he was just a stage prop, there to open the door.

And, OMG, it was tedious.

I sort of figured out the importance of interaction when writing A Gift of Thought. Dillon’s scenes were such a challenge. As a ghost who couldn’t really communicate, he spent all his time watching and thinking, and his scenes kept feeling flat and dull. I didn’t have an explanation for it at the time—I just concluded, “Don’t write ghosts who are alone all the time!” but now I know that what was missing was interaction.

One piece of advice given to beginning writers is to start as close to the action as you can. Newbie writers, including me, start in the car on the way to the important meeting. (A Gift of Ghosts, anyone?) Or waking up in the morning. Or at home making coffee the morning before the plane crash that changes the character’s life forever. We start before the action begins, when instead we should be dumping our reader into the action immediately. But finding out where your story begins can be far more difficult than it sounds to people who aren’t writers. We need to realize that what makes action is interaction: your stories are active when you focus on your point-of-view character’s interactions with other people.

But wait, you protest! (Or at least I did, when I was thinking about this.) Lots of great stories have characters who are alone. What about The Hunger Games? Katniss is off in the woods by herself. Except that she’s really not. The moments when she’s alone are brief: she’s fighting the others, meeting up with Rue, searching for Peeta, finding Peeta, getting caught by Thrash—she’s hardly ever alone. All right, what about Castaway? An entire movie about a guy alone on a desert island. Nope. He interacted with Wilson, the ball. That was almost the point of the movie. What kept him sane was interacting, even when it was just interacting with his imagination. My Side of the Mountain? Again, no. He’s interacting with the hawk, with the kid from town, with his visitors. The Old Man and the Sea! Honestly, I’d almost give this one to my imaginary opponent in this discussion, except a) he’s interacting with the fish and b) what an insanely boring book. It proves the point: interaction makes stories interesting. Lack of interaction makes readers enjoy pleasant snoozes.

Takeaway: if you want your writing to feel real and to interest readers, you will focus on interaction, avoiding ever leaving your characters alone and making sure that the interactions you write create cause-and-effect movement.

I’m not quite done with interaction yet. My next post (which will not be tomorrow, because R is graduating from high school tomorrow and might not be Sunday, because it’s his last day home before he goes back to Seattle, but will, I hope, be soon-ish) will take a look at how we express interaction and how filler words (so, then, etc) might not be as bad as conventional writer wisdom says they are.

 

 

 

Random minutia

22 Thursday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in Randomness

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I got my hair cut today.

I have long, brown, straight hair. On the surface, it’s as boring as hair gets. Basic brown. Straight. Fine.

Thick.

Cowlicky.

I told the woman who was cutting it–Super Cuts, this is how seriously I take my hair–it won’t behave once it’s short, I just want it to be short for summer so I can swim without spending the entire day with wet hair.

Nope, she was a professional.

Also a sweetheart.

She wanted to give me a haircut  I would like. She was willing to spend as long as it took to talk about my hair to try to find the perfect hairstyle that would work with my kind of hair and she was sure she could merge some different styles–stacked, not layered, mumble, mumble, stuff I don’t understand, etc.–to give me a short cut I would feel good about. I was pretty sure that nope, short enough to swim without spending the day with wet hair was all that I was going to get and it wasn’t something to worry about.

Forty minutes later, she was muttering as my hair got shorter and finally she said, “yeah, your hair is crazy cowlicky.”

Ha. They all get there in the end.

My hair does long and heavy and straight really well. As soon as I try to do anything short with it, it does ‘crazy curly all over the place’ really well. This is not a complaint. I quite like my hair. But hairstylists wind up going pale somewhere along the way, once they realize that their straight bob has turned into a kindergartener’s chop job. I am pretty sure that there are piece of hair on my head tonight that are no longer than two inches (having had eight or nine or ten inches cut off) because my poor hair stylist so wanted to make it… at the very least! … even.

But it’s really nice for swimming.

In other news, I am days behind on my writing blog and this week has been really busy and R! R! R! comes home tomorrow. (All those exclamation points are just to show how I feel. I pick my boy up at the airport at 7:15 and then we’re going out to breakfast and oh my goodness, that brings me joy.)

Self-realizations

19 Monday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in Personal, Randomness

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We think we know ourselves.

We’re smart, self-aware, articulate people. (I’m assuming. But you know, you’ve got an internet connection and you’re reading my blog, you probably are smart, self-aware, and articulate. And you probably think you know yourself, too.) And then something happens that skews your whole world view sideways.

My kid made me watch the first episode of Hannibal when he was visiting at the beginning of April.

Oh, wait, no, that’s not what happened. My kid raved about Hannibal and said, every time, “You can’t watch it.”

I said, “Come off it, I want to watch, you love it, let me share your interests.” This is what moms of teenage boys say. Or think, anyway, even if they don’t say the words aloud.

He… well, if he was from another era, he would have thrown his hands up as he said, “Fine, on your head be it,” but he let me watch the first episode of Hannibal with him.

Twenty minutes in, I was hyperventilating. When the episode was over, he said, “What do you think?”

And I said, “It was awesome. What were you THINKING letting me watch that? Oh my God, that’s going to haunt me forever. Are you evil? Are you insane? How could you think that was okay? He TOUCHED him.”

I’m never going to watch another episode of Hannibal. One was enough. Also, it’s a brilliant television show and if you don’t have touch issues, you should probably watch it.

(If you haven’t seen the show, there’s a scene early on in the first episode in which the FBI guy–not, note the villain–violates the hero, Will’s, space repeatedly in minor ways. It made my skin crawl. I am pretty sure after the third time that FBI guy touched Will I actually got up and walked out of the room briefly because it was so unbearable.)

Unrelated, on an earlier occasion, C (hi, C!) told me that I was sensitive and I scoffed. I’m not sensitive, I’m tough. She pointed out that I will not watch television shows on which characters that I care about might get hurt and that that’s pretty much every television show ever. I… well, acquiesced. Yep. I don’t watch a lot of television. If there’s a character I like, I don’t want to watch him or her suffer. If there’s no character I like, why would I bother? If there’s no suffering–well, then there’s no story, so what’s the point? Resolution: read books, where things happen at the pace that I can tolerate.

All of this random rambling brings us to tonight. Today is the day of my first ever Bookbub ad. A Gift of Ghosts was, last I checked, at number 8 on the free Kindle bestseller list, the highest it has ever been. (Go, Bookbub, go.) I want nothing more than to keep clicking refresh on my Amazon page all night long, hoping I can catch it moving higher. But since that would be slightly insane of me and seriously boring, I decided to watch television instead.

I’m exactly the wimp that C and R think I am. As I skim through the shows, one after another, an entire universe of television, I realize that in this mood, there’s only one show that could possibly work: Love Boat. I want to see Love Boat. HEAs, all around.

My universe has kaleidoscoped and I’ve realized that I really am insane. Was Love Boat as bad as I remember it being? And/or as sweet? Because, honestly, that’s what I want to watch. Maybe I should hunt down some Harlequin romances to be the icing on the cake.

PS: Found an old Harlequin romance online, one that I read back when I was fourteen or fifteen. It took me approximately forty-five minutes to read and I feel sorta like I just ate a whole bag of M&Ms. Sugar overload.

Eenie-meenie-minie-mo

19 Monday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in A Lonely Magic, Cover design, Self-publishing

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A Lonely Magic's darker cover

A Lonely Magic’s darker cover

A Lonely Magic's lighter cover

A Lonely Magic’s lighter cover

Looking at them side-by-side definitely makes me think that I should keep trying to tweak that background wavy-box. I don’t really have any good design tools, which makes it hard to do anything clever and creative, but I could keep trying. I’m not sure it’s a worthwhile use of my time, though! Anyway, opinions welcome, please.

Also, the current blurb:

WTF? What did she ever do to him?

When a gorgeous guy gives her an unthinkable choice – death by drug overdose or gunshot – he plunges 21-year-old Fen into a sea of trouble. Although she’s rescued in the nick of time by a teenage boy, Luke, and his sexy older brother, Kaio, escaping from her would-be killer won’t be so easy. Her brush with death is only the beginning of her wild journey.

The brothers aren’t ordinary men, and Fen’s rescue and her supposedly safe retreat have unnerving layers. How did they find her? What do they want with her? Who can she trust? And why was she targeted for murder in the first place?

As Fen and Luke are forced to run for their lives, Luke spirits Fen away, into an enchanting underwater city. But every enchantment has its dark edges. Fen must face an otherworldly plot that threatens not only her life but those of millions of human beings…and she must look deep within herself to find the strength and courage she’ll need to get out of this strange new world alive.

Submerge yourself in the latest gripping novel from Sarah Wynde, author of the Tassamara series. You won’t want to come up for air before the final enthralling page of A Lonely Magic.

*****
I think I want a new headline, so I’m still working on that, but otherwise, for those of you who haven’t read it, does it sound interesting? And for those of you who have, does it sound right? Any suggestions for changes?

Thanks for your help!

Updated: tweaked blurb

Context and point-of-view

17 Saturday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in Randomness

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Before I move off the subject of contextual embedding, I want to write about one more way in which context is a useful tool for writers, and that is in how it relates to point-of-view.

Any aspiring author who spends time in critique groups or on critique sites gets point-of-view issues beaten into their brain. For many writers, picking a point-of-view and sticking with it is one of the fundamentals of good writing. Some best-selling writers violate those rules all the time (Nora Roberts), but we should probably wait to do the same until we’re regularly hitting the best-seller lists. 🙂 Still, the idea of maintaining a clear POV isn’t complicated and it’s not hard. Basically, if you’re writing in first-person or limited third, the only information you can reveal to your reader is the information that your character has available to them. Straightforward, right?

You’re seeing out of your character’s eyes, hearing with her ears, smelling with her nose… and perceiving the world from the context of her brain.

I hate describing settings. I’m not a visual person, I don’t have a good memory for sights, and I don’t tend to notice a lot about the space I’m in. If someone stole into my house and turned all my pictures upside-down, it would take me weeks to realize what had happened. (Well, I’d probably never realize, because it wouldn’t occur to me that someone would do such a strange thing. But it would take me weeks to see that my artwork didn’t look right.) And it used to be that every time I hit a place in a story where I thought, “Ugh, new setting, I have to describe it,” I got stuck.

Writing one paragraph of description would take me about the same time as three pages of dialog and sometimes much longer. Those spots for me were dead spots and most of them in every book have been edited and rewritten and edited and rewritten some more. One of my fundamental rules as a writer is to skip the boring stuff. If I would start to skim as a reader, then I don’t want to include it in my books. I try to follow Kurt Vonnegut’s advice–every sentence should either advance the plot or reveal character.

But describing the setting is our essential contextual embedding, right? For a reader to feel that a story is “real,” they have to feel grounded, they have to have some idea about where they are, what the place is like. True. But if you approach your setting from the context of your POV character, you can also use your descriptive sentences to reveal character.

Let’s look at an example from A Gift of Thought:

“He smiled down at her, putting his hand over hers as they walked toward the low steps that led into the building. Automatically, Sylvie assessed the space. Three, no, at least four stories, with what looked like an open balcony on the front of the fourth floor. Multiple doors in the front wall meant too many entrances to easily defend, while pillars every ten feet or so could be useful hiding places or annoying visibility issues. On the left, the sidewalk sloped and the portico became a patio, a dead end unless you were willing to jump the railing to the street below.”

That paragraph once read something more like, “The building was x, y, z.” It was a new setting. I needed the reader to have some sense of the place, specifically its size and exits for when Rachel disappears. But the words were flat and dull and boring. I could barely read them myself without starting to skim.

The solution was to approach my contextual embedding from the context of Sylvie’s brain. Instead of simply describing the building, I tried to look at it as Sylvie would see it, and Sylvie sees everything tactically. As a Marine and a bodyguard, she cares about line of sight and exits. Now, all of a sudden, my description is still conveying the essential information I needed to get across, plus it reveals Sylvie’s character (or reinforces it, anyway), plus it becomes–for me at least–a much more readable wall of information.

For experienced writers or people in MFA programs, this all might seem completely obvious. Of course you can only know what your point-of-view character knows. But seeing with your POV character’s eyes also means thinking with her brain, noticing with her background, observing from the context of her past. A guy on reddit put it really well once–and alas, I cannot find his name and will paraphrase him badly. But he said something like a rose bush with one rose on it can be either a delightful surprise, a last glimpse of summer, or a sad survivor of the ravages of autumn. The choice should give the reader insight into the POV character, not into the author.

Tomorrow: Interactions and how “true” in CBCA terms and “right” in writer terms sometimes collide. Well, or maybe Monday. The household chores are piling up and my allergies will get a lot happier when I get rid of some of the dust in my house. 🙂

 

 

Contextual Embedding

16 Friday May 2014

Posted by wyndes in Randomness

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Contextual embedding, criteria #4, is my favorite. So what is it? Let’s take another look at Story #3. (You’re going to get sick of this story–I’ll be mentioning it a lot before we’re through.)

Back when I was living in Oakland, my house was burglarized. I was living with my brother, his wife, her sister, their two dogs, and my five-month old son and in the middle of the night, someone broke in and cleaned us out. The worst part for me was that he or she stole the camcorder that I’d been recording my son with. I’d actually caught my baby’s first laugh on tape, and the thief stole it. Other stuff, too, but it’s the laugh that hurts.

This story uses multiple elements of contextual embedding. I tell you where the house is–Oakland, California. I tell you about the people who were there–my brother, etc. And I give you enough information to provide a sense of a specific moment in time–when my son was five months old.

Contextual embedding sets a scene. It provides context for the story, by including information about the place and time where an event happened. With CBCA, contextual embedding has a 69% success rate in determining a true story from a false one. After lots of details, the criteria with a 98% success rate, contextual embedding is one of the strongest.

Of course, using contextual embedding in your writing might seem obvious. All stories need a setting, after all. But you can be blatant about your contextual embedding–for example, starting a chapter with a heading that gives a place and a time–or subtle. And using subtle contextual embedding will make your writing richer and more believable.

Let’s look at another example, this time from A Gift of Ghosts. (Henry and Rose are the speakers.)

“Tommy Shaw put a garter snake in Rose’s lunchbox one time. We must have been about thirteen, fourteen years old.”

“Thirteen.” Rose shuddered. “It was my brand-new Hopalong Cassidy lunchbox, and I was so proud of it. When I opened it up and that snake slithered out, I cried.”

There’s some obvious contextual embedding in that quote. Henry and Rose were thirteen or fourteen years old, which tells us something about the timing. But there’s also some subtle contextual embedding in the shape of that lunchbox.

Now, I could have described the lunchbox in many different ways. I could have used no adjectives at all, simply said, “When I opened my lunchbox up and that snake slithered out…” Or I could have stuck with only “brand-new.” Or I could have described it. “It was my brand-new lunchbox, bright red metal, and I was so proud of it…”

But making it a Hopalong Cassidy lunches turns it into a detail that provides contextual embedding. It sets the scene at a specific moment in time–a moment when people knew who Hopalong Cassidy was. (Specifically, the year was 1953 and the reason Rose has a Hopalong Cassidy lunchbox is that it was the only branded lunchbox available at that time. Random trivia: Hopalong Cassidy was the very first branded lunchbox.) But if the lunchbox had been a Scooby Doo lunchbox or a Star Wars lunchbox or a Spice Girls lunchbox, it would have served equally as well as contextual embedding because any of those would have provided information about the timing of Rose’s life.

Stephen King once said, “Making people believe the unbelievable is no trick; it’s work. … Belief and reader absorption come in the details: An overturned tricycle in the gutter of an abandoned neighborhood can stand for everything.”

A lunchbox that is “brand-new” or “bright red” is still a detail. But it’s not the kind of detail that stands for much. A Hopalong Cassidy lunchbox offers more. For those who don’t recognize it, it offers the subliminal, ‘that must have been a long time ago.’ For those who do recognize it, it tells the era, it suggests that Rose’s family had money since they had a television in 1953, it suggests that Rose was probably a little spoiled, since she was proud of her trendy lunchbox. As details go, it is a very hard-working detail–and that’s because it’s a detail that provides contextual embedding.One more example, this time excerpted from A Gift of Time:

Travis paused, looking down at the boy. “Anything happen while I was gone?”

The boy dropped his head. …

“Heard a big splash, that’s all. Got scairt.” The last word came out in a mumble.

“Told you before, you’re way too big for a gator. It’s more scared of you than you are of it.” Travis made no move to get into the boat.

“You saw that big one. Thirteen foot long, it was! I’d be, like, breakfast. And not a good breakfast, neither. Not bacon and eggs, I’d be like a bowl a’ cold cereal.”

That alligator and that splash? And also the bits of dialect in the boys’ voices? They’re contextual embedding, details that evoke a setting, hint at a place and a mood. That line could have been, “It’s just scary out here in the dark.” That would have been a detail, too–the dark–and it would have made his mood clear, but it wouldn’t be nearly as successful at providing contextual embedding and making the story richer.

So, use contextual embedding to choose the details that will make your writing stronger. Stephen King’s overturned tricycle carries as much meaning as it does because it’s located in a specific place–in the gutter, in an abandoned neighborhood. It’s contextually embedded.

 

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