Storyssentials: Protagonist

Ever watch a fat soprano shatter a wine glass with her voice?

It’s called resonant frequency – the pitch at which something vibrates. Everything has it – the table I’m typing on, the car keys hanging from my carribeaner and the engine block on my car that, judging by the smell of burning rubber, may or may not need a check up.

Friggin’ serpentine belts…

Vocal chords vibrate a column of air to its resonant frequency, allowing the sound to fill your mouth with song and then enter the world by leaving your sound hole. I wonder if musical mothers ever use that phrase in vain? “Shut your sound hole!” If the frequency exiting your sound hole matches the exact resonant frequency of, say, a glass? BUM-CHINSH go shards and wine all over your table.

The glass says “that sounds like me” and explodes in an emotional encounter. Protagonists are the songs we writers sing, the notes that resonate deep in the caverns of our readership’s soul. Each of us is a glass begging to find something that “sounds like me.”

Protagonists come good or bad, evil or righteous, living right or dead wrong. They can be rich or poor, powerful or weak, accepted or rejected. Regardless of looks, they must resonate. They must sound like us often enough that when their story finds the breaking point at climax, we too shatter. Analysts dub that phenomenon “catharsis” – our human desire to discharge emotion in one satisfying purge.

I offer four solid words to describe protagonists: volition, ambition, predisposition, qualification, and fortune.

VOLITION

Does your protagonist have a say in the matter? Does she get another option? Will he have a shot? Do they see two roads diverging in the yellow cliche? Can he find at least one other path illuminated by something, anything – candles even?

Conflict will enter your character’s world if you have good antagonism and when it does, your protagonist faces a long series of limbos. Can they choose their own way? Their choices MUST affect their world or they will not affect your audience. Will-less protagonists ensure the pettiness and frivolity of every scene.

Give yours volition instead.

AMBITION

We know what they want.

Ethan Hunt in MI3, after the inciting incident, wants the safety of his pupil and his wife. Frodo, learning of the ring, wants to get the it as far away from the Shire as possible. Scout wants to learn about Atticus. Noah wants… well… Allie.

Without an ambition, dream, wish, hope, aim, without a cyclopean hankering your audience holds few reasons to cheer them on. Make your character want something obvious.

PREDISPOSITION

Their predispositions, however, might hide.

Many protagonists feel shallow because their authors chose to make their impulses THE EXACT SAME as their desire. Subconscious and Conscious always in agreement?

Really?

The characters we love most are predisposed to something contradictory to their ambition. They want to lose weight, but they’re predisposed to Ghirardelli chocolate. They hope to downgrade America’s debt and earn a killing in stock swings, but feel this impulse to sell everything and give the proceeds to the poor. They’ve got a hankerin’ for piracy, but deep down they want a life that matters.

The audience may or may not recognize the subconscious predisposition of your protagonist, but they will by the time the story’s told. Is Luke good or bad? Will Harry do what’s right or what’s easy? Does Daniel Plainview pull himself together? Their choices show what they’re predisposed to do, and whether they will stick with that predisposition or change.

QUALIFICATION

In Stranger Than Fiction, we want Harold Crick to find his author and tell her off. Conflict: the receptionist at the friggin’ publishing house thinks Harold’s crazy and refuses to give him information. Harold’s in limbo. What can he do?

His options are:

(A) quit and accept his fate or
(2) find a way to contact his author.

Pause.

What does Harold do for a living?

If you answered “audit people for the IRS,” you win. Harold has little available to him. His handful of skills lounge deep inside the giant white hall of filing cabinets. Here’s his choice: risk going to jail for fraud or risk dying. Both end negative for him, which makes a great dilemma, and therefore a great turning point.

BUT that whole scene could never happen if Harold had zero resources at his disposal to track down that chain-smoking hermit. With the right qualifications, Harold at least has the ability to chase after the thing he wants. He might fail miserably and get hit by a bus, but at least he can try.

Why?

Because he’s qualified.

FORTUNE

Fortune smiles on all of us at least once. I don’t mean something like “luck” or even “chance” but more like “opportunity.” Even if but for one shining ecstatic moment we see our window open, we all get a chance.

We can always botch it.

Miss our shot.

“Do not miss ya chance ta blow, this opportunity…” Okay, sorry. First and last time I quote Eminem on here. The whole movie, novel, comic or oral tradition could be a complicated series of opportunities or one blistering solitary moment of chance, but your protagonist needs the good fortune of an opening. A window. A turn to play her cards.

There you have it: volition, ambition, potential predisposition, qualification and fortune. I could have said will, desire, impulse, skill and chance, but I would have missed my one blistering moment to use Latin-influenced words.

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Kingkiller Nigreddo: Felling Night

I addressed the prologue elsewhere, so we’ll start with Chapter One:

“It was felling…”

Stop.

When ripped from mommy-context’s grasp, this creates double entendre, piggybacking on what came before. We could say, “A man waiting to die was felling.” Lumberjacks fell trees, but a felling is the amount of wood they fell in a given season. If double entendre, then he used “fell” verbally – to chop down. “The broken tree” is one meaning of the Ademic Maedre, Kvothe’s other name.
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Kingkiller Alchemy Reread: Disclaimers & Housekeeping Before We Start

Before I go on a posting rampage and dig into the nigreddo-gritty of The Name of the Wind, let’s lay out my assumptions:

1. Rothfuss mentioned in his bio that he dabbles with Alchemy in his basement. That means one of three things. He could mean that he often attempts to turn Pb into Au through metallurgy. If so, he’s avoiding the question – much like the witty “I stand exactly 10,000 feet tall” – as the grammar of chemistry does not translate into the grammar of Alchemy.

He could also mean he practices neo-gnostic esoteric alchemy in hopes to purify his soul and reach enlightenment. Though that crops up in cities like Seattle and New Orleans, I doubt Rothfuss cares much since he’s a staunch ethical relativist, inconsistent as that may seem with his more-than-relative stances and statements.

The third “dabble in Alchemy” nods toward literary alchemy. I say “nods” because, like many other PoMo writers, he doesn’t take himself too seriously. If he mentions his alchemy dabbling literarily, then alchemical symbols do not hide under ever rock and draccus cave. I write with that assumption FOR EVERY SINGLE POST. I have no clue which symbols he intended, but the beauty of writing shows up when author exposes a theme and reader applies insight in myriad ways. Interpretation looks neither like reader’s response or author’s intent, but a dance between their telepathic bond. That said, we’re searching for alchemical potentials and their potential implications, nothing more, nothing less.

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Cartography: Our Picture of Us

The Cartographer’s Guild encouraged me in my map making. Since then I noticed how maps disinter our understanding of the world. Maps do not show us where things are or where things were. They reveal who we are and how we think.

Take Hecataeus:

He’s missing a couple two or three continents. His world is all he sees.
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Storyssentials: Research

All good stories start like all good speeches – in the hard chair. You know the kind: wooden, no thoracic support on your back, flat on your butt. You will shift in this chair once every twelve minutes. If you don’t shift in this chair once every twelve minutes, it’s because we’re talking about two entirely different chairs.

Hard chairs seldom occupy our living rooms and dens. They hide out in libraries, coffee shops, and offices. In the hard chair, we dig through slush piles of info, hoping to find diamonds in the rough. In the hard chair, we prep for the soft chairs.

Here’s the thing: I used to believe in writer’s block. Then Rothfuss said, “Plumbers don’t get plumber’s block,” and I started to think, “Well yeah, but…”

Aspiring writers say, “I have nothing to write about.” Maxwell recounts how people come up to him declaring their aspirations to write. He asks them what they’ve written and they typically answer, “nothing yet, but I’ve got a lot of ideas.” Maxwell’s response?

Writers write. Painters paint. Leaders lead. You want to be a writer? Then write.

Yeah, but what about? Whether from fear of jump-starting a career or from “writer’s block,” writers eventually have nothing to write about. They have nothing to say. Research heals that festering wound. Three worlds give us material and we’ve got to travel to all three to get good research. We have to hit the books, dream it up and reminisce. Continue reading

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The Secret Life of Houdini

As a kid, I ingested Houdini biographies like most kids ingest chocolate. As a kid, Houdini snatched up Robert Houdin biographies like most kids snatched up wallets. I found myself taunting my brother to handcuff, shackle and hog tie me to my own bedposts and lock the door just so I could escape through the bedroom window and go wash dishes until he found me again. Houdini contorted himself as often as the manager at The Welsh Circus allowed him to. I practiced card magic, he practiced card magic. In my youthful ignorance, I delved into spiritualism & communicating with the dead. When I grew up, I wanted to be just like… well… you get the picture.

“But Lance, you’re not Houdini! Get over yourself.”

No crap, Sherlock. (You might that joke in a moment). I recount my childhood superhero to show the deep, intimate connection I have with the whole of Eric Weiss’s life, from Hungarian Eric to Harry Houdini. Every bit of this book taught me about myself while it taught me about him. Beyond the straightjackets, metamorphoses and lock picks sits a melancholy choleric pensive who struggled between arrogance and honest ambition, service and secret service Continue reading

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Inception: Nolan and Noir (2 of 2)

Last week, we grabbed ahold of the hair on Nolan’s career and dragged the whole thing through the filter of film Noir. This week we’ll hypothesize if he’s saying anything about his career through the noir genre. Two quickies:

  1. I’m assuming you’ve seen Memento, Batman Begins, The Prestige, The Dark Knight, and Inception before I start this. I will unapologetically refer to any part of any of those films. Consider yourself alerted
  2. Nolan may or may not intend these meanings and we may or may not be able to infer them. I never assume I know all or even most of the answers – only questions, potentialities, hypotheses. At best, we can always wonder.

The first question people ask now is “Why Bane? Why choose Bane of all the villains for the third Batman? Wasn’t Bane like a side-character?”

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Bottom Secret: The New Self-Disclosure

Their stories evoked laughter, tears and head-nods. Their stories moved us regardless of a good telling or literary profundity.

Their stories moved us because they were theirs.

I refer to the terminus of Mark Scott’s seminar on Self-Disclosure. At that point, Dr. Scott invited us to share our stories – the ones that mattered. Mark received his DMin in the self-disclosure of sermonizers. He calls it “the collective lean-in” – that moment where the audience realizes that the speaker’s sharing something personal, something immanent, something that happened to them. “I was on my way to Vegas. . .” and the audience sets aside their doodles to listen.

But unmitigated disclosure does more harm than good, according to Mark. Things like, “share your scars, not open wounds,” taught us how to leave our current struggles off the stage. Mark compelled us to unbosom our scars, citing ancient texts. One black book under his arm betrays the fruit of his study, its yellow highlights accenting characters who spill the beans.

Psychotherapists listen. People need to share their heart more than they need advice, so counselors help people by letting others feel heard. Sharing, in this context, is caring – especially letting others share.

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Wood, Brass and Leather

As an aficionado of Gilded Age America, I covet all things wood, brass and leather. I made a board about it on my Pinterest immediately after receiving my confirmation e-mail last June. If you scroll through, you’ll see a lot of steampunk but that’s only because steam-punky things take up a very small sliver of Gilded Age lore. There’s also tons of stuff you might find at The Art of Manliness site or even the old Whiskerino themes. Basically, some day I want to work in an office that crosses that of Indiana Jones:

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Inception: Nolan and Noir (1 of 2)

I was wrong.

I misrepresented Inception’s symbolism. Since that post, two bloggers now hold similar views, if they didn’t altogether borrow from me. After my second taste, I think Dante’s Inferno should take a back seat in the interpretation

Nolan’s emphasis on kicks clued me in. That part of the Nolan’s Inferno post stands. In almost every scene, someone changes their mind or tries to change someone else’s mind. In koine Greek, metanoia “change mind” is often translated “repent.” That’s the film: face your inner demons to face your outer demons. Twelve levels compose Cob’s subconscious – twelve memories of regret. That makes twelve things to change, histories to rewrite, regrets to repent from in the deepest parts of his mind. Continue reading

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White and Blue Take Over

I used to think that blue and white was my favorite color combo. Now I’m unsure. Did some study come out telling people to use blue and white in their logos?! A la:

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Pronunciation Manwell

Let’s play word association:

American

We naturally think of the word:

Hospitable

Right? Isn’t that what we, as a culture, are known for? Because of our legendary hospitality and care of strangers, they made a channel on YouTube to help foreigners along with their pronunciation of common American words. Like Jake Gyllenhaal:

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My 2012 Shortlist

Hey gang,

I want close contact with you guys and your opinions, so here’s a short poll and the 2012 shortlist. It’s all small change to look forward to. Here’s the shortlist:

10. A Fragged List


9. In-depth analysis of the nigreddo & albedo of Name of the Wind, Wise Man’s Fear and a prediction list of what’s to come in Doors of Stone (or whatever book three of Kingkiller will be called).

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2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 20,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 7 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

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