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Using the truth to tell a lie

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Somewhere, in an alternate universe, there is a small town (very small) containing all the characters I’ve ever invented. One of them, I suspect, is wandering around, moaning, ‘She started me off as a librarian; all I wanted to do was drink cocoa and watch Downton Abbey, and then she made me get drunk and go windsurfing.’

Given that character’s unbelievable behaviour, it’s not really surprising that she is still stuck in literary no man’s land. And she’s definitely not the only one I’ve messed up.

When you invent a character you have to be true to them. You can’t just invent a swashbuckling pirate and then have him, for example, becoming a chartered accountant. It wouldn’t work. Unless, of course, he was a very neat pirate with a penchant for double entry book-keeping.

If your characters are true to themselves, your story will hang together. Otherwise it will lurch from plot point to plot point like a train driver on amphetamines. Truthfulness is an odd sort of concept when you are making up a story, but if you just make your characters do things for the sake of your plot, then you are going to get bored and frustrated, and worse, so is your reader.

The trick I have learned with describing characters is to try to be them; really try to get into their skin. I’m not talking about using senses here (I’ll talk about that some other time), but about absolutely nailing the action. If you can visualise a scene, not just as if you are watching a film, but as if you are actually in it, and question each point as to how it would be in real life, then how you write about it should be bang on.

Let me talk you through it with this example:

‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down!’ shouted Mr Wolf.

The two little pigs leaned against their flimsy front door and waited for Mr Wolf to blow. They could hear him wheezing as he drew breath (so I drew breath there and tried to describe what it sounded like). Then there was silence. (Bit of tension there) The little pigs looked at each other and then ran squealing for the back door. (At first I had them waiting for their end to come. Which was lazy on my part. But then I put myself in their place and immediately wanted to run for the nearest exit). Then Mr Wolf blew. From the shelter of the forest, the little pigs could see that their house was still standing. (Be honest, can anybody really blow a house down? Then don’t shy away from telling the truth) Nobody can blow a house down. Especially not a wolf who smokes 60 cigarettes a day (He’s bad; give him a bad habit). But then, just as the pigs were wondering whether to scamper back inside, Mr Wolf, exhausted from his efforts, and still wheezing, staggered forward and their little house of wood collapsed under him like a stack of Jenga (avoid cliches, try to use something new for any similes).

Pick a well known bedtime story (simply because you will already have a structure to work with) and try the same sort of approach and see what happens. Evaluate each step honestly, and see where it takes you. I guarantee it will be interesting.

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Pictures from Mr Wolf, by Elaine Canham, Voyage 1 Short stories, Oxford University Press 2005

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About elainecanham

I started blogging because I'm a writer, and I thought I ought to. Now I realise that I blog because I like to; even when I can't think of much to say.

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16 thoughts on “Using the truth to tell a lie

  1. OK. I just junked my 60K novel (started in 1990) about two twins, one brought up in the USA and and the other in the USSR. I need more oligarchs who listen to Mozart as they supervise the dismemberment of their rivals and CIA thugs who are into environmentalism!

    Posted by penjedi | April 28, 2014, 12:50 pm
  2. My own version of your first paragraph haunts me sometimes … all the people fading in and out …

    You’re right about putting yourself in your characters’ heads – but I think that you have to make sure that the reactions you write are *theirs* and not *yours*, if that makes sense!

    Posted by Dominic | April 28, 2014, 11:07 am
    • Yes, oh yes; it’s trying to put yourself in their boots that makes it so hard at times. With the 3 little pigs, for example, if you had wanted to make one of them a hero, then maybe he would open the door and go out to meet the wolf. And then you have all the decisions about the next thing that happens. It’s hard, all this imagining.

      Posted by elainecanham | April 28, 2014, 12:24 pm
    • It certainly takes it out of you! 😉 But something I wouldn’t change for the world!

      Posted by Dominic | April 28, 2014, 12:26 pm
    • me neither 🙂

      Posted by elainecanham | April 28, 2014, 2:06 pm
  3. This is great fun! – Fawn

    Posted by momfawn | April 28, 2014, 9:46 am
  4. A kning-knong is a ning-nong spelt with k’s, ning-nong. I thought it looked classier. Whoops! Have just discovered it’s an Australian/New Zealand word. The Urban dictionary defines it as an idiot (not in those words), e.g. a ning nong is a person who says ning nong.

    Posted by Bruce Goodman | April 28, 2014, 1:30 am
  5. I have just discovered that I have been commenting flippantly, over the last few months, to a published author. What a (k)ning-(k)nong I have been! No wonder you write such good stuff, and with wisdom!

    Posted by Bruce Goodman | April 27, 2014, 8:20 pm
    • You do make me laugh. What’s wrong with flippancy? And I don’t know what a (k)ning-(k)nong is, but you’re a playwright.

      Posted by elainecanham | April 27, 2014, 8:57 pm
  6. All I can think about is how some authors might want to avoid their own characters. Especially those who have a high character kill count. 🙂

    Posted by Charles Yallowitz | April 27, 2014, 12:32 pm
    • Good job they can’t come back to haunt you…oh, wait, is that a plot?

      Posted by elainecanham | April 27, 2014, 12:33 pm
    • Not for me. I just look at authors who strive to kill off as many characters as possible and wonder what would happen if they were sucked into their books. Getting absorbed into books and shows was a really common story theme in the 80’s and 90’s.

      Posted by Charles Yallowitz | April 27, 2014, 12:35 pm
    • Yes, I loved the Purple Rose of Cairo, and True Lies wasn’t bad entertainment. I liked The Hard Way, too, but then I’m bit of a sucker for Michael J Fox and James Woods.

      Posted by elainecanham | April 27, 2014, 12:52 pm

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