A Poem and a Mystery

Several years ago I came across a poem.  There was no author’s name attached, and this was before the internet.  I remember asking a resource librarian how to find out who had written the poem, but she was unable to help.  I kept that paper though because the words haunted me.  I wanted more.  There were so many stories hinted at in the stanzas, and I yearned to hear those stories.  What happened before.  What happened after.  Why? Who did the girl turn out to be? How did she live?  I used to make up stories about the girl in the poem, and the words contributed to many daydreams.  In a way, it was my first exposure to the writer’s best friend; that ‘What If’ question that inspires writing.

A friend suggested I type a few lines of the poem into Google.  I did, and there the author was.  Not only did I find who wrote the poem, but I also found that she has written many more for me to discover.  Mary Mackey has graciously given me permission to post that poem here, which I have done in the sidebar. I’d planned on posting it right within this post, but it formatted as if each line of the stanza was a new paragraph and that distracts from words that deserve full attention.  Every time I read this poem it gives me chills and I hope others see the beauty and mystery, too.  And if it makes you want to read more, go to www.marymackey.com

Ms. Mackey has also agreed to be interviewed, so I am trying to come up with questions that she hasn’t been asked thousands of times.  Until then, please take a moment to visit the sidebar and read When I Was a Child. And then please let me know if it haunts you like it does me.

What’s With That Nose?

Elizabeth Peters, a favorite author that I’ve followed for over twenty years, wrote a story back in the 1970’s about this character with a huge nose.  I know, this has been done many times.  But the way she wrote about this character, The Nose became a runny (sorry, couldn’t resist) running background to the story and part of the plot.  She did it in a very subtle way so that it didn’t become a prop or a cliché, or a mean dig at people with larger protuberances.  I was thinking about this today when someone in Yahoo Answers was struggling with how to picture a character in her writing.  She couldn’t figure out how to bring the character to life because she couldn’t ‘see’ him and wanted to know what other writers did.

I’ve talked about description before, and how hard it is to write just the right amount so that a reader can picture the scene, setting, or character the way they want to see them and not the way the author tells them they have to see someone.  Mention dark hair, and I’ll find the shade I want.  Yet there has to be seeds of description or the character is a piece of human-shaped white board.

I imagine there are lots of writers out there who can picture a character they’ve created, fully formed in their mind.  But I think most writers are observers.  When they are out in public I’m sure they are watching people, like I do, and thinking how they could use that awful dated pompadour hairstyle, or those fantastic body piercings.  Writers see the way people move, interact, express their emotions through body language, etc., and that all transposes to the written page.  Same with how a person looks. So observing the surroundings is a great way to learn how to visualize and describe a character, if you can remember until you get home to the story.

Personally, I find it more useful to print out photos.  I’ll see an actor or actress and think, ‘hey, those ears stick out all the way to Montana’ and look the person up, print out a photo, and file it in my ‘faces’ folder.  Then when I’m writing, I’ll pull out photos that contain the parts I need for the characters I’m building, and spread those photos out around my writing space.  Whenever that character walks into the scene, I’ll glance at those faces and visualize how those ears are going to go up when the person talks, or turn blue in the cold.  The faces folder becomes a reminder of the character I’m creating.

This doesn’t mean that I write a character who looks just like Sean Bean (one of my favorite actors).  But I might use his hair.  The characters are still mine, I just borrow parts.  And that’s how I imagine my characters.  It would be interesting to find out what works for other writers.

Listening

Continuing the theme of the ‘Poet’ post, I’ve been thinking not only of the importance of making sure each and every word is vital to the piece of writing as a whole, but also of the importance of listening.

First, we listen to the rhythm of the words.  This is important, and most writers know to read their work out loud and listen to how the sentences flow, how the dialog sounds, and so forth.  The ear hears what the eyes sometimes miss.  If, in reading out loud, certain words are skipped over, or a sentence comes out verbally different from how it’s written, it’s probably because the way we read it sounds more natural.

Second, we as writers need to listen to our characters.  This isn’t as common, but is just as important.  In an early piece years ago, I had a character actually say to another character, ‘I’m so bored with all this.’  This bit of dialog showed up mid way through the story, in the infamous ‘sagging middle’.  The editor I was working with made a very kind notation in the margin that sometimes our characters tell us when something is wrong.  How right she was.  I rewrote, and made sure that character didn’t get bored again.

A friend of mine, recently published, has an interesting tool for when her story sags or stalls.  She sits down at the dining room table with her characters and talks to them.  Asks them their opinions on the story, and so on.  She then jumps up, runs to another chair, becomes the character, and answers the writer.  In this way she found out that the character she had pegged as the murderer, wasn’t, and an elderly female character really wanted to be the murderer and had excellent reasons for that desire.  My friend laughs, sheepishly, when she talks about this, and hopes no one ever sees or hears her.  But she has found an even more intimate way to interact with her story than just listening to the characters.

Honestly, I’m not sure I’m that uninhibited.  After all, when I read my writing out loud, I whisper.

But at least I’m listening.