Killing Your Darlings

One of the most common pieces of writing advice you will hear is:

“In writing, you must kill your darlings” – William Faulkner

Knowing this is one thing, and doing it is another. This is something I have really been working on lately, since it’s come up repeatedly in my current story.

To me, what this is talking about are those scenes or little turns of phrase you try to fit into the story, but they just don’t quite fit. Maybe they were the inspiration of the entire piece; often an entire story springs out of a single line of dialog or a scene that just sort of springs into your head, fully formed. However, once you start working on the story, things change. As you are working on getting the characters to that scene or line of dialog, things happen and evolve. And when you get to that pivotal moment you realize, “This isn’t going to work anymore.” Maybe the character doesn’t seem like he would perform the action you imagined in the scene. Maybe the character ended up somewhere else, and isn’t in the scene at all. Maybe your concept of the character changed as you realized them more fully.

This is also true for outlines. Usually, when I’m starting a story, I’ll jot down some notes as a series of loosely connected scenes. But connecting those scenes is the hard part, and often times they don’t connect. It is surprisingly hard to not put in a scene that is envisioned so perfectly in your head. You can’t help but cling to these “darlings”. So you try to force them in, and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up having somebody do something they wouldn’t otherwise do, just to get a certain thing into the story.

For me personally, I tend to think very broadly about a story. So when I start writing the story and filling in the gaps, I realize I would need to write a novel to be able to connect up all the ideas. So my darlings are usually cut, not because they don’t fit motive-wise, but because they’re outside of the scope of the story I’m trying to tell. In order to have a punchy short story, you have to narrow your focus onto the important events (even if it means cutting out some really great scenes).

Sometimes it’s not about cutting, but just about changing. But again, if you’ve imagined a scene so perfectly, your first instinct is to avoid changing it. For example, in my current story, I imagined the protagonist reading a letter to discover an important piece of information. But when I got there, I realized it was too boring! Instead, I needed the character to go out and interrogate someone to get that information. Along the same lines, I had imagined the very denouement taking place with the protagonist recovering in a hospital room. Given what has happened to him up to that point, it is very realistic to imagine it that way. However, who wants the whole story wrapped up while the protagonist is somewhere else? He needed to be there, in the heart of the action! So both of these scenes had to be completely rewritten.

So that’s it. It’s hard, but I’m getting better. (And by better, I mean more ruthless!)

A Very Thoughtful Birthday Present

We have been on the warpath lately about homemade gifts, and so far, everybody has risen to the occasion. Since we made our decree, I couldn’t be more thrilled with the results! Yes, it is very difficult, but the gifts have really been amazing. And people have really come up with some amazing ideas, including people who thought they had nothing to offer in the homemade gift arena.

So I wanted to talk about one such gift, my mom’s present to Evie for her birthday. For those of you who do not know my mom, she is somewhat obsessed with the Wizard of Oz (along with the rest of her family…Aunt Emily and Aunt Laurie proved they have no problem reciting the script word for word!) And Evie is no slouch in this arena either, given her love of Wicked and the way she orchestrated a Wizard of Oz play for Oliver’s birthday.

So my mom’s present to Evie was a big box of Wizard of Oz dress up clothes.

Almost indistinguishable from the original cast!

Let me tell you why I love this gift.

First off, dress up clothes are infinitely variable, because they allow for unlimited imaginary play. The simpler something is, the more fun you can get out of it; think of how much more opportunity for play a doll offers compared to some super complicated, technologically advanced Barbie playset. With the doll, the sky’s the limit. With the playset, no imagination is required; you can only really play with it in the way it was designed to be played with. Your imagination can be lazy.

But second off, I’m sure one could go out and purchase a “Wizard of Oz dress up set” with outfits and props. But in this case, the items were things my mom already had, things that were handmade or sewn, or things re-purposed from thrift stores. Things were combined in new or different ways (like the Tinman’s painted oil funnel / hat, toy gas can / oil can, and Halloween meat cleaver / ax). It’s very clear that a lot of time and effort were spent putting everything together.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s one of the best times anyone has had putting together a present!

“Excuse me sir, do you have any brains to spare?”

Every homemade gift is so much more charming and special than a simple store purchase!

The ruby slippers and their cloud of magical rubies which follows them everywhere they go

Of course, the set got some use right away, in an impromptu performance.

The cast takes a bow

Thanks for the thoughtful gift! It’s well appreciated (especially by me!)

Dear Photograph

I came across a really cool website today, Dear Photograph. Basically, people take old photographs and overlay them onto the scene as it currently exists. (Note that all of the pictures are from tumblr and the links will therefore expire!)

It is interesting how some thing stay the same:

and some things change:

The captions of the people who submit the photos are surprisingly touching:

Dear Photograph, Dad never took a picture of me, ever. Then I noticed his reflection in the glass. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Anonymous

Just because of the nature of what they are doing, a lot of pictures and captions involved relationships between kids and parents, and nothing gets me verklempt faster.

Here are some more that I really enjoyed:

There are plenty more over at the website, go check them out!

A little note from Evie

Evie dictated this note to Sara:

What Evie would like to be when she grows up:

  • mommy
  • firefighter
  • grandma
  • doctor
  • factory maker (not work in one)
  • my baby goes to daycare just like me when I was a baby

That’s all.

(That last bullet makes mommy feel pretty sad!)

Later she added:

And also I want to work at a regular job too, like what daddy does.

I think that means work in an office, but I’m not exactly sure.

Quote Monday has an advanced sense of smell

::Looking for Evie’s shoes in the car::
Me: “I can’t find them Evie.”
Evie: “Well, I can smell them!”

Evie: “Wait, is today yesterday? I can’t remember.”

::Evie comes running past us, crying::
Evie: “My body is about to go potty, but I’m not to a potty yet!”

::Evie, begging to play one of the video games in the game room::
Evie: “If I don’t play it, I’ll die from my heart!”