Posted for our own Deb Julienne
The
road to publication is a bumpy one, just ask any author. I signed my
contract with Lyrical Press in March and have been working with my editor (the woman is a
saint) to make the story the best it can be. What does that mean? For me
it means I've done a great deal of rewriting, un-learning and
re-learning. Confused...imagine how I feel. I'm starting to wonder what
my editor saw in my story.
The
biggest part of my edit learning experience is discovering what I
learned incorrectly, what I accepted at face value from critiques, then
relearning the lessons correctly.
If
you've taken any creative writing classes, workshops, online courses,
you at least get the concept of POV, Show/Tell, Dialogue, Setting, Story
Arc, Protagonist/Antagonist, Characterization, Narrative, Plot, Voice,
to name a few. Thanks to my editor, I believe I've discovered the key to
making any of these sing. What is it you ask? This is where I'm
borrowing from Shakespeare.
"To Be..." (Sorry, I condensed it)
How
does this help? It's not enough that you create a terrific character
and a fabulous plot, no, you must do it with keen focus. In order to
write your amazing story you must "Be" your character. You don't write
what "you" see, you write what "he/she" sees, feels, hears, etc. Sounds
simple, right? Not. We're taught spoken English in school. Topic,
sentence structure, grammar and punctuation, paragraph, etc. That's fine
for English but not for fiction.
Writing
a story takes on deeper meaning, more depth, and emotion, if you flesh
out a story that pulls the reader in and holds them captive until the
story is done. If you can't become your character, your reader can't
empathize, cheer, much less feel satisfied when the story is over.
Here's an example:
Dinner
started out casually at a well-known steak house they’d agreed to try.
Once their orders were placed and drinks served Trent sat back and
smiled across the table at Sabrina. He’d made every attempt to enjoy the
end of what started as one hell of a rocky day. Thank God he hadn’t
slipped up to either Kat or Sabrina.
Here’s the rewrite:
The hushed and cozy atmosphere of the steak house put Trent immediately at ease. No wonder it was so popular.
Once their orders were placed and drinks served Trent leaned back and admired Sabrina across the table.
“This was an excellent choice. Do you eat here often?” he asked.
“Only on special occasions,” she said then looked over her shoulder.
“Like what?”
Sabrina’s
gaze continued to scan the room as if searching for something or
someone, but he suspected it was to avoid eye contact.
“Oh, you know, birthdays and stuff like that.”
Her
monotone response left him cold. She turned and waved to someone she
knew. She looked as if she’d rather go visit but turned back and fiddled
with her drink.
Thank God he hadn’t slipped up to either Kat or Sabrina.
In
the original paragraph, I was too anxious to get to the next part of
the story. When called to my attention, I saw I had missed a chance to
let the reader feel what he was feeling.
Round
three edits have been completed. What will the next round hold for me?
Your guess is as good as mine, but I'm sure it'll be a good education.
Happy reading.
Find me:
Twitter: @debjulienne