Forms of Fiction
Writing & Writing About Writing
Awareness of the outside world. News fatigue. Quarantine fatigue. Fatigue fatigue. Lately, it seems that the message is, If we work really hard, we can reestablish normal. What about improving ourselves as a society? Being visionary? Doing new and wildly creative good things? Something to get excited about, rather than ‘Oh Dear Lord in Heaven, let this dark madness be over.’
Did another virtual 5K last week. I will catch up with my walk reports once I’m done yapping about the Virtual Tevis. Short version, wandering around public gardens is not conducive to fast finishes.
While I was tromping along, I got to thinking about fiction. Okay, truth in advertising. The walk was on Friday. The thinking was more along the lines of, ‘Eeek, I have no post for tomorrow. Whatever shall I say?’ Thus endeth the brief look into how the sausage is made.
A 5K would make a great narrative frame: introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, denouement. In the audio version, the narrator could read as if they were jogging along. “Hold on a moment, here is a hill.” Verisimilitude.
A shorter story could be done as 3.1 miles: three acts with a coda.
A marathon would mean 26 chapters would mean a pretty strong hook to keep the story going for that long.
Other narrative frame possibilities.
Recipe. This has probably been done.
Car repair manual. A little too much Zen and ….?
Really, any list of instructions.
A jumping trip, particularly cross-country as the jumps would all be distinct. A story based on the jumps in a jump-off would have to be short and speedy.
An saddle seat class, since they all fit the same pattern: enter trot, walk, canter, walk, reverse, repeat, line up. Each one could be a horse memory. Hmm. I might have to try that one. Surely, I have 10 ASB anecdotes.
Dressage test. Lots of movements. Not enough interest in dressage. Anyone want to take this one?
A tour of a museum, particularly a house museum. The tour guide would go through the house in modern time while the story built in flashbacks.
No, I still haven’t written any fiction. This post is a cheap attempt to squeak along by talking about fiction instead of posting any.
Why do I keep hitting my head against this wall? Because I want to write, I am capable of writing, I just can’t think of what to write. This is not a problem that is addressed in writing advice.
Better luck to me next week.
Stay safe. Stay sane.