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Originally published December 20, 2010 for the Samhellion
After
the NaNo Holidays
Did
you do National Novel Writing Month? Or are you mid-holiday frenzy? Both
explode a lot of energy through a short time.
Here’s
my question: What do you do when it’s all over? Are you like me, and find cleanup
a little dull after all the excitement? How do you combat that?
After
running full out I only have so much oomph, so I tackle the post-holiday jumble
one small item at a time. The shards of wrapping paper are first. Then the
boxes and plastic packaging my kids inevitably leave strewn around the living
room. The kitchen is next, putting away dishes from the feast.
Decorations and cards come down anywhere from a week to a month later--hey, they’re not in the way, right?
And
after the NaNo? What do you do after pouring out fifty thousand words in thirty
days? Maybe your prose is gorgeous, neat and complete. Maybe it looks like my
house after the holidays. There’s a nifty book on how to handle that written by
the NaNo guy called No Plot? No
Problem! But this wouldn’t be a blog if I didn’t throw in my own
two cents, one small item at a time.
Last
month I wrote about The Bra Maneuver (Separate and Lift). Today I’m pimping
IMMEDIACY. I’m taking my example from Biting
Nixie, because it happens to be handy and I know how I changed it. “I”
in this case is Nixie, a five-foot-nothing punk rock musician. Julian is a
six-plus vampire lawyer. He’s really hot. Trust me. In this scene they’re
getting attacked by bad-guy vamps.
In the dark beyond [Julian]
I caught the impression of movement.
Blurs, two of them, coming in fast. I couldn’t see much, sequestered behind Julian. He was lean, yes. But big.
His chest was solid and his shoulders broad. His waist was easily as big as my hips. That lean, flat waist.
In front of me, Julian’s
arms jerked. Cut through the air,
hard. His hands almost whistled with the
force he used. If he’d held knives,
whatever he hit was now sliced, diced, and julienned.
Okay, there are two problems. Can
you spot them? First, two good guys, two villains. How much tension is there
with even odds? Second, you see the bad guys swooping in, and the next thing
you see is Julian fighting. But where is the immediate cause of Julian’s slice-’n-dice?
Here’s the revision:
In the dark beyond him I
caught the impression of movement.
Blurs, three
of them, coming in fast. I
couldn’t see much, sequestered behind Julian.
He was lean, yes. But big. His chest was solid and his shoulders
broad. His waist was easily as big as my
hips. That lean, flat waist.
“Get him!” someone growled.
In front of
me, Julian’s arms jerked. Cut through
the air, hard. His hands almost whistled
with the force he used. If he’d held
knives, whatever he hit was now sliced, diced, and julienned.
I’ve
highlighted the fixes. The frosting on the cake is GET HIM. Yes, I could have
also elicited Julian’s response by shoving the bad guy right in his face. But dialog
is fast, immediate. Command imperative is even more so. For more impact, show
the threat as immediate before responding.
What about you? What do you do after the holidays?
Or after the NaNo?
