Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Does This Novel Seem Crowded? A Rerun
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
No Tricks, Just Treats


- The pacing takes the reader on a breathless ride utilizing sentence structure and fine-tuned tension. Pip is always just out of reach, in a mummy’s tomb, on the rooftop of Notre Dame, in a Mexican graveyard. The author’s avalanche of one, two and three word sentences gives the illusion of racing with eight little boys pulling you along by the hands and shirttail, crying, “We gotta find Pip!” It also creates a lot of white space which encourages the eye to skim along the page faster.
- His use of description solidifies the setting – cements our feet right down to it. “Wham. Eight front doors banged shut” is much more powerful than ‘the boys came out of their houses.’ When they create a kite from old circus posters from the side of a barn, it becomes a mosaic of talons, claws, lion’s fangs and tiger eyes. They hear “roars of Africa down the wind.” A review in the New York Times called his ‘frenetic imagery’ a ‘great treat.’
- His characters are endearing. On the day Pipkin was born “all the Orange Crush and Nehi soda bottles in the world fizzed over.” The seat of his pants is full of splinters from fences and he’s the kind of kid who would run back and help a friend finish a race. The other boys are brave and noble, especially in the end when they each make a sacrifice for Pip's sake.
- Delicious active verbs make the action a feast for the tasting. “...something dark frittered and danced and slithered away…” Mr. Moundshroud’s house “leaned after them with soft groans.” As for the jack-o-lanterns hanging on the Halloween Tree “Sparks leaped out of their ripe-cut ears.” He uses softer, sibilant sounds or harsher consonants to set different tones.
- His clever use of simile and metaphor creates memorable visuals. “Like a big spider with many legs, the boys tried to cram through the door” and “the windows blinked wide their ghastly eyes” says it better than narrative ever could.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Does This Novel Seem Crowded to You?
[Author note: If
you’re a pantser, sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'm hoping to show that some pre-writing activity can save you work later without killing creativity. Honest!]Monday, March 25, 2013
Getting Snarky at Donald Maass
Dear Mr. Donald Maass, sir,We're discussing your book, Writing 21st Century Fiction, at Novel Matters today. If you've stopped by to see how much we loved the chapter on standout character, please go away now. My writing career is on shaky enough ground as it is. Being black-balled by a top New York city literary agent would shoot my career between the eyes. So, you just mosey along. Go to the corner and get something highly caffeinated or one of those famous hot dogs they sell on the street. Forget you ever heard my name, please.
Sincerely,
Patti Hill
A standout protagonist is one who quickly stirs in your reader high admiration. p. 79
Any character, whether wholly negative or naively positive or somewhere in between (My question: Has he left anyone out?), can be alive, alert, and engaged in life. But how is that conveyed to the reader? There are three key techniques: the use of observation, opinions, and self-awareness. P. 100
- Heroic protagonists need to show us that they’re human.
- Stronger than surprise is selfless focus. Think Enzo in The Art of Racing in the Rain
- Put as much planning and work into your antagonist as you do your protagonist.
- Don’t skimp on your secondary characters, either. Give them a history and know them well.
- Work on your characters until they fascinate you, then they will fascinate millions of readers.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Love Your Villain As Yourself


Friday, June 17, 2011
Getting Past What Your Characters Aren't

Welcome to our book talk on Bird by Bird. I know, the book has been out forever, but I missed the discussion group! Finally, this is my chance. I’m glad you’re here to discuss the chapter, “False Starts.” If you haven’t read the chapter, you must forget your groundless inhabitations and jump into the conversation. I learn so much from you.
“Brother Lawrence…saw all of us as trees in winter, with little to give, stripped of leaves and color and growth, whom God loves unconditionally anyway…When you write about your characters, we want to know all about their leaves and colors and growth. But we also want to know who they are when stripped of the surface show. So if you want to get to know your characters, you have to hang out with them long enough to see beyond all the things they aren’t.” Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott
All I have in my writing pocket right now is a seed of an idea. The story is peopled by shadows of characters—a middle-aged woman, her mother and father, perhaps a child, and another older man. Keeping the analogy of bare trees in mind, my characters are mere sprouts, indistinguishable from a stalk of corn or an oak at the moment.
I definitely need to hang out with them. Won’t you sit in? I heard an author interview on my favorite podcast, Pen on Fire. The author—can’t remember her name—interviews her characters as if preparing to write their biographies. She fills notebooks with notes.
Here is my first interview with Barb, my protag. We’re sitting at a sidewalk café in a small California beach town, because this is my interview, and I can do it anywhere I want. There's coffee and lots of chocolate on the table, so this should go well.
Me: You look nervous, Barb.
Barb: Shouldn’t I be? I won’t have a secret left when you’ve filled your notebook.
Me: We’ll start slow. There’s no rush. We’re both after the same thing, the truth.
Barb: Really? The truth? I’m not sure I’m all that familiar with the concept anymore. I thought I was, but in the last six months…
Me: You’ve had the rug pulled out from under you?
Barb: I’ve been swallowed by a whale. Which way is up, really?
Me: Perhaps we should start earlier. What is your earliest memory?
Barb: That would have been the Maple Street house, I suppose. Before Gary. That’s my younger brother. I don’t know…
Me: You’re thinking of something.
Barb: It’s silly.
Me: Go on.
Barb: Okay, if you insist. I was hiding in the broom closet. In fact, I was sitting on Mom’s Electrolux. She was calling for me from the kitchen. I should have gone to her. I knew I should have. I heard it in her voice. She was getting angry. But I stayed in the closet. I remember having to go to the bathroom. Number two. I’m sure there’s some deep meaning to that. I remember reading something.
Me: I’ll do some research.
Barb: You will?
Me: What happened next?
Barb: I was afraid of having an accident but more afraid of coming out. I’d waited too long. She would know I’d hidden from her. Our house was small, not a manor house where a little girl could get lost in her dreams. Mom wanted something from me. I don’t remember what.
That’s it. That’s my first memory. Your book is going to be awfully boring.
Me: Not at all. Besides, we aren’t finished yet. Was anyone else there, in the house?
Barb: I don’t think so. I remember other times, and, you know, they could have been before the closet thing or after, now that I think about it. Once I screamed my throat raw, trying to avoid a nap. My temper was legendary, the topic at many a family function. And another time, I remember eating tomatoes, still warm from the summer sun, with my dad under the apple tree.
Me: Tell me more about your father.
Barb: Dad? Well, he has his passions. Of late, he’s a bit delusional. I worry about his arteries hardening. That would affect his thinking, wouldn’t it? Anyway, he’s always been a bit of a showman.
Me: Is he a good father?
Barb: I love my father very much.
Me: Perhaps my question was too broad. Did you and your father get along?
Barb: Absolutely.
Me: Care to elaborate?
Barb: He’s not the man I thought he was. But then, I’m not sure I know my mother either.
Me: That’s quite a discovery to make at forty-eight. We’ll have to talk more about your parents, but I can see you’re about to bolt. Shall we set a time for tomorrow?
I’m not feeling great about the interview. Getting information out of Barb is like giving birth to a water buffalo…breach! I’m not even sure I like her name. Cynthia? Linda? Lady Gaga? Better? Not? Was this a false start? I’m not going to worry about it, much. After all, this was our first lunch. Once she trusts me, I’ll see her true colors. Her personality will bloom. She’ll tell me funny stories about her dog. Is she married? I’ll ask her tomorrow.
For now, all I know is she isn't all that close to her parents. She seems bitter. But she has nice memories of her father. Her mother, not so much. Chances are I'm completely wrong about her. More chocolate. Definitely more time.
How do you get beyond all the things your characters aren’t? Do you fill out an inventory? Use Meyers-Briggs personality types? Base your characters on people you know? When have you had your first impressions of a person changed by spending time with them? How much time are you willing to invest in getting to know your characters? How do you know when you know them well enough to start writing?
Friday, October 16, 2009

Sitting in Los Angeles, I saw a tall 30-something man with a flowing beard wearing a long black dress coat and a quirky Eastern European style hat. He carried a briefcase and looked solemn and unapproachable.
People are so interesting, and in many more ways than just in appearance. As writers, we take time to observe people wherever we go, gleaning bits and pieces of characterization and sifting through the mundane for nuggets of truth and uniqueness for each character we create.
Where have you found the most interesting people to watch? Have you ever made an observation which led to creating a character based on it? Share it with us!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Paper Doll People
Multi-layering, or depth, in writing is as important as depth in painting. One-dimensional art is color-book drawing compared to the painting of, say, Rembrandt or Gauguin. In literature, the comparison may not be as stark on the surface, but the experience is just as flat. 














