Orichalcum (Jun 4) - Writing Schematics

The following document is a personal collection of Writing Advice and mechanics that I have collected from years of trying to understand how storytellers mechanically craft stories.
For personal use, I have removed written citations, to condense the full document; I have added links in leu of written citation. For example, the first advice 'Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.' includes a link that reveals that it is one of the lessons of Kurt Vonnegut.

Any advice that is without a link is a personal supposition. I do not mis-credit anything in this document.


Last Updated June 4, 2015


The effective use of silence... In music and everything else.


Character Building:








You should write a boy the way you'd think to write a girl


Plot:




First scene introduces the rest of the movie. In Hot Fuzz, the first scene has the character say ‘you can’t just make people disappear.’ this is throughout the movie. So make something similar happen in Walk on By.


Neville longbottom as every minor character. The story should have other characters from whom the story could turn left from.










Torture is used in Firefly and The Princess Bride. Indredibly effective. Don’t be scared of being brutal to your characters, Roald Dahl is perhaps the epitome of creating valid revenge tales.


Winning or losing is a cheap ending. The more important ending is an epiphany. Shared by the audience and the characters, such on how much Michael J. Fox is suffering in Scrubs.


Hours of planning may be solved with ten minutes of tinkering.


Put a penultimate climax in your book. A climax before the climax, to make the climax so much more intense.
A hero must have his lowest point be brutally low. Like unimaginably terrible (Lego Movie)


Have every dialgoue interchange have a physcial component. The guns used in PIrates of the carribean three conversation.



Editing:












“You're a clumsy idiot” the coach said disparagingly. The word ‘disparagingly’ is superfluous in this sentence. Superfluous check.


Writing in the Moment










Have yourself memorize speeches your characters give. That'll show repetition.


The tone of the Book Thief is very much in describing colors and lights as liquids.


Book Thief on ‘communist’:That word always sat in the corner














“You're a clumsy idiot” the coach said disparagingly. The word ‘disparagingly’ is superfluous in this sentence. Superfluous check.


It would be a good writing idea to have an invisible character that says all the things you WOULD say in a given situation, to make sure you don’t end up making your characters say that.






There should always be some visual trick to every conversation in a story. Like when the pirates in the third Pirates of the Caribbean Movie were all pointing guns at each other.
When writing whatever allegory, can you express it visually.


Taste everything around you.


Every sentence needs to mean 3 things.


A mental homework for the reader at the end of each chapter.


Character Descriptions:





















Very Good Advice I can’t Place Right Now


You should describe a conversation as though it is a meal… where in walk on by can you do this? He sprinkled a thank you at the end, and finished the conversation. They both walked away hungry.



Color:



Body Language



WRITING TRAGEDY


Chapter nine of ‘I am Legend'


MORNING. A SUN BRIGHT hush broken only by the chorus of birds in the trees. No breeze to stir the vivid blossoms around the houses, the bushes, the dark-leaved hedges. A cloud of silent heat was suspended over everything on Cimarron Street.
Virginia Neville's heart had stopped.
He sat beside her on the bed, looking down at her white face. He held her fingers in his hand, his fingertips stroking and stroking. His body was immobile, one rigid, insensible block of flesh and bone. His eyes did not blink, his mouth was a static line, and the movement of his breathing was so slight that it seemed to have stopped altogether.
Something had happened to his brain.
In the second he had felt no heartbeat beneath his trembling fingers, the core of his brain seemed to have petrified, sending out jagged lines of calcification until his head felt like stone. Slowly, on palsied legs, he had sunk down on the bed. And now, vaguely, deep in the struggling tissues of thought, he did not understand how he could sit there, did not understand why despair did not crush him to the earth. But prostration would not come. Time was caught on hooks and could not progress. Everything stood fixed. With Virginia, life and the world had shuddered to a halt.
Thirty minutes passed; forty.
Then, slowly, as though he were discovering some objective phenomenon, he found his body trembling. Not with a localized tremble, a nerve here, a muscle there. This was complete. His body shuddered without end, one mass, entire of nerves without control, bereft of will. And what operative mind was left knew that this was his reaction.
For more than an hour he sat in this palsied state, his eyes fastened dumbly to her face.
Then, abruptly, it ended, and with a choked muttering in his throat he lurched up from the bed and left the room.
Half the whisky splashed on the sink top as he poured. The liquor that managed to reach the glass he bolted down in a swallow. The thin current flared its way down to his stomach, feeling twice as intense in the polar numbness of his flesh. He stood, sagged against the sink. Hands shaking, he filled the glass again to its top and gulped the burning whisky down with great convulsive swallows.
It's a dream, he argued vainly. It was as if a voice spoke the words aloud in his head.
"Virginia..."
He kept turning from one side to another, his eyes searching around the room as if there were something to be found, as if he had mislaid the exit from this house of horror. Tiny sounds of disbelief pulsed in his throat. He pressed his hands together, forcing the shaking palms against each other, the twitching fingers intertwining confusedly.
His hands began to shake so he couldn't make out their forms. With a gagging intake of breath he jerked them apart and pressed them against his legs.

"Virginia."

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