Less is More
Sorry I haven’t been around lately reading and commenting on your blogs, but I had to make a trip down south to check on my Dad, then I went into hiding after my LSU Tigers embarrassed themselves against Alabama. I’m back now, and though I briefly considered leaving you with just a smiley face today to illustrate a point, I do have something to discuss. Actually, it’s two convergent points.
The first revolves around the phrase I used for my title. It was first seen in a poem called “The Faultless Painter” by Andrea Del Sarto in 1855, but it has also been associated with the German architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe for his works that became influential in twentieth century architectural style, stated with extreme clarity and simplicity. The phrase became synonymous with the term Minimalism, which describes movements in various forms of art and design, especially visual art and music, where the work is set out to expose the essence, essentials or identity of a subject through eliminating all non-essential forms, features or concepts. (Thank you Wikipedia).
From a writing perspective, less is more has been used to address a multitude of issues. There’s showing (dramatizing) rather than telling (summarizing), or concerns about trusting your reader, and my personal favorite…leave out the parts that people will skip. I am a fan of the philosophy/practice, but it is the basis for some of my own unease as well. There is a tipping point that those of us who follow this guideline flirt with constantly…when does less become too thin?
Here’s an example I pulled from Kathryn Lance’s Writing tips:
He angrily slammed his fist on the bar. "Get out of here, you son of a bitch!" he snarled rabidly, his face contorted in rage.
The same point can be made in a way that is easier to read and less obtrusive by getting rid of some of the indicators of anger:
He slammed his fist on the bar. "Get out of here, you son of a bitch!"
But you can take the trimming too far and lose the impact along with some of the emotional content.
"Get out of here, you son of a bitch!"
I consider my novel a lean read, lacking much flowery descriptions and mind numbing detail, but it is not totally void of it. Why? Because I believe some of the flavor of a book sprouts from those details and leaving them out makes it too thin.
That leads me to my other point, which is kind of in the same vein…but a different arm, and it involves subtlety. By definition, to be subtle means: thin, tenuous, or rarefied, fine or delicate in meaning or intent; difficult to perceive or understand, delicate or faint and mysterious, requiring mental acuteness, penetration, or discernment. In other words, providing LESS information creates MORE subtlety.
As most of you already know, I write mystery/suspense novels and being subtle is where I live and breathe. I feel that to be successful at it a writer must have a light touch and sense of nuance that allows him/her to hide relevant information in plain sight. Much like hiding colored eggs before an Easter day hunt, you don’t want to make it too easy or you’ll ruin the fun, but digging a hole and burying them goes too far. But does it? What if you’re preparing the hunt for a bunch of MIT students? Then you paint the eggs in metal flaked paint, bury them deep, and hand out a bunch of metal detectors. It is crucial to consider your target audience!
That’s where the trust your reader’s attitude gets tricky. To be blunt, for some readers (especially in the mystery genre) less = ???. I know what I like to read in terms of the level of detail and subtlety, and I also like to be challenged both intellectually and emotionally, so I write that way. But do I represent the bulk of the marketplace for this type of novel. I’d like to think so, but the truth is I don’t know. This is where I feel a good agent or publisher could help.
Another way subtlety comes into play is with subtext, which Stina Lindenblatt so perfectly discusses in her Have Fun with Subtext (and Make Others Sweat) blog post. It addresses the undertone of a scene and at times is even referred as under dialogue because it involves conflict or motives underneath the written conversation. In my mind subtext adds depth and gravity. But again, as with anything that is subtle in nature, its inclusion can be easily overlooked.
I’ll leave you with one final thought. Which do you feel is more reason for concern in your writing…unrecognized subtleties that lead to a readers confusion…or blasé writing that lacks stimulation and subtext? Which way would you lean?
WRiTE CLUB – Round 10
We’re getting down to the nub with just three more chances
to make the semi-final rounds and I guess it’s time to start talking about what
the next phase holds. Once we have
identified our twelve semi-finalists, they will have the choice of using their
previous submission or asked to submit a new writing sample. In either case the word count will be
expanded to a 500 words! The twelve of
them will be paired up (by random drawing) and a different bout will be held
every day the week during February 6-11.
On Sunday February 12th the six winners will be announced and
again paired off (using the same 500 word writing sample) for bouts to be held
every other day on starting on February 14th. Three winners will be chosen from those
matches, along with one wildcard selection who’ll be the WRiTER who scored the
most points but didn’t win his/her bout.
The winner with the most points will be face-off against the wildcard
selection, and the other two contestants will duel it out. Those two matches will take place on February
20th and 23rd. The
final clash between the last two standing will be on February 27th
for all the marbles.
Wait a minute…there’s marbles? Well…I’m keeping mum about that for right
now. But before we get to any of that we
first need to wrap up round 9 and get the next round kicked off. The official
score from round nine ended up:
LILY MASON – 22
votes MANON LaMUSE - 8 votes
LILY MASON becomes our ninth semi-finalist! As always, you can check my WRiTE CLUB page
for a breakdown of all the winners along with links to all of the writing
samples.
No new submissions last week, so both of this week’s contestants
will come from the open pool. Here we
go, without further ado....
Here are this week's randomly selected WRiTER's.
Standing in the far corner, weighing in at 250 words, please
welcome to the ring……..
ART
GALLERY
I've
been stealing glances at him for the last two weeks. Always reclined back in his chair with his
elbow resting on the table, his cigarette perched between his finger and his
thumb. Most of us are just so stiff and formal in here, especially me with my
hands crossed demurely over my velvet coat and my hair pinned up properly under
my hat as I sit on the terrace with my baby sister. His aspect is much more
appealing. I wish I could lounge like that in a rumpled white T-shirt and
rowing pants, smoking a cigarette and relaxing with friends.
We're
both part of the permanent collection here but have frequently been on loan to
other museums, so we've rarely hung for long in the same gallery. I learned
from the docent who leads tours through the Impressionist wing that he's a
Renoir, like me, so I always figured he was just the same old, same old. But
now that I look—really look—I see that we are quite distinct.
It may
have been his suave nonchalance that drew me in, but it's his entrancing,
cerulean eyes that keep me looking back. I know he's comprised of the same
sweeping blurs of brushstrokes as I am, but from the distance between our
opposite walls, he's a defined, striking figure, and hiss ang-froid eyes are as
beautiful as anything I've ever seen.
I
thought I'd been discreet in my glances, but one day he caught me. And winked.
And in the other corner, weighing in at 248 words, let me
introduce to you ……..
STELLA GRAY
Out in the
distance, the trees are parted overhead, creating a vast view of what has to be
the start of the Ashland desert plains—nothing but waves of golden sand as far
as my eyes can see. To the east, the sand meets the long narrow edge of Lake
Everlasting, where it drops off into the black water.
Then I
realize what Addra’s really pointing at and stumble forward, falling to my
knees. Two tarantula-looking spiders the size of brontosauruses dipping their
front legs into the edge of the lake “Are they coming this way? We gotta hide
…”
Addra
giggles. “Don’t worry, they’re desert rogues. Gentle creatures.”
“Gentle?”
“Very
gentle, and perfectly harmless.” Addra smiles at them. “The desert is their
home, usually under the command of Plainspeople who harness them for
transportation across the sand. But these two look untamed, free.”
I can tell
from Addra’s voice she admires their freedom.
“So these
guys aren’t aggressive, like spinners …” I try to convince myself. Their size
alone is freaky enough.
“Not at
all,” she says, starting down the slope in the opposite direction. “Come,
Vortex Valley is right down here.”
We arrive
at the edge of our hill and slide down the sandy side to a deep valley
surrounded by large rocky cliffs. Once past the trees from the lake’s edge, the
towering blue-gray mountains come into view from behind us. The valley looks
nothing more than desert sand, empty of any life or vegetation.
Anyone can vote, so leave yours for the winner of round 10 in
the comments below, along with any sort of critique you would like to offer. Please remind your friends to make a selection
as well. The voting will remain open
until noon Sunday. Remember, you can throw your pen name into the hat anytime
during these last six weeks by submitting your own 250 word sample. Check out the rules by clicking on the badge
below…then come out swinging!
Remember, here in WRiTE CLUB, it’s not about the last man/woman standing, it’s about
who knocks the audience out!
Where words are the true knockout!
Blogging from A to Z Challenge - 2012
I’ll never be accused of not going all-in whenever I commit to something, and that’s perfectly illustrated by my participation in this year’s A to Z challenge. The brain child of Arlee Bird of Tossing it Out, it began with his post from Saturday March 27, 2010 when he set forth a challenge to all bloggers for the month of April. Could they post every day except Sundays during that month? And to make things even more interesting, could they do it thematically from A to Z? Nearly 100 bloggers took the challenge that year, and it exploded to an amazing 1,300 last year. I chose not to participate in either those previous years, but as part of my 2012 resolution to make things uncomfortable in my comfort zone, not only am I jumping into the fold, I’m one of the co-host. *GULP* I tell people that one of the reasons I started this blog was to keep writing as much as possible, so I’ve decided to put my words where my mouth is. :)
Here are all of my fellow co-hosts.
Co-Hosts:
Amlokiblogs (Damyanti
Biswas)
The QQQE (Matthew
MacNish)
Author Elizabeth Mueller (Elizabeth Mueller)
Breakthrough Blogs (Stephen Tremp)
For the few who don’t know how it works, it’s really very simple. Most of the time if you subtract Sundays from April, you then have 26 days--one day for each letter of the alphabet. When April 1st lands on a Sunday (like it does this year) you begin on that day which will be the only Sunday you would post during the challenge.
Using this premise, you would start beginning April 1st with a topic themed on something with the letter A, then on April second another topic with the letter B as the theme, and so on until you finish on April 30th with the theme based on the letter Z. It doesn't even have to be a word--it can be a proper noun, the letter used as a symbol, or the letter itself. The theme of the day is the letter scheduled for that day.
But perhaps even better than the fun, will be the usefulness of the exercise. Several times I've read where bloggers said they couldn't think of anything to blog about. Writers often engage in exercises which involve prompts, or suggestions for topics. There are books, blogs, and websites devoted to providing prompts to be used as topic ideas. Using the letters of the alphabet you can just think up words for each letter and pick one to write about. If you're still stumped scan a dictionary or encyclopedia. Come on!--the prompts are everywhere. And the posts are generally short and sweet, so you don’t worry about having to come up with a mammoth thousand word post every day.
As a co-host it’s my job to help spread the word, encourage participation, offer idea’s in case someone is stuck on a letter, and basically keep the pot stirred. In preparation I’ve already written and stored away some letter themed post and by the time April rolls around I should have most of the month covered.
Registration doesn’t start until January 30th, but we are all spreading the word beginning today. How about it? Are you up for a challenge? Who wants to come out and play?
WRiTE CLUB – Round 9
Sorry for being late again.
The New Year decided to greet me with a nasty head cold and the drugs
I’m taking to combat it make my head feel hollow, so I’ll be keeping this
week’s installment short and sweet.
Our last winner for 2011was decided in one of the tightest
matches yet, but SPECTRAL came out on top.
The official score ended up being:
SPECTRAL - 13
votes DIRCH McGURKIN - 8 votes
SPECTRAL becomes our eighth semi-finalist! He/She will join the other seven winners in
the semi-finals which is quickly approaching.
As always, you can check my WRiTE CLUB page
for a breakdown of all the winners along with links to all of the writing
samples.
Since I’m behind this week and I’m a bit under the weather,
this post will also serve as my January contribution to the Insecure
Writers Support Group. One of the
best ways I’ve found to alleviate some of my insecurities is to let people read
my work and listen to the resulting feedback.
I created WRiTE CLUB as a
mechanism to generate these types of opinions in a totally anonymous
environment to help protect fragile ego’s.
Do you want to chip away at your insecurity, submit a 250 word sample
(see instructions below) and see how you do.
It’s that simple.
We had a few more new submissions last week, so one contestant
will come from the newby pool and their opponent from the open group. Here we go, without further ado....
Here are this week's randomly selected WRiTER's.
Standing in the far corner, weighing in at 248 words, please
welcome to the ring……..
LILY
MASON
Mr. Griffin
held out a lumpy gold paperweight the size of his palm. "This is all I
have that'll hold a spell for an extended period of time.”
I
plucked it from his palm and held it up to the light. A frog prince with a
jewel-encrusted crown and two glittering emerald eyes returned my gaze. I
smiled at it, my stomach fluttering as
the urge to kiss it overwhelmed me. Feeling silly, I gave him a quick peck on
the lips.
Mr.
Griffin gave me an amused look while Angie giggled.
"In
the original fairytale, the princess threw the frog against a wall in disgust.
Only then did it turn into the handsome prince and they lived happily ever
after." Mr. Griffin said.
Angie
scoffed. "She physically abused prince charming while he was a frog and he
still married her? Jeez, what a loser."
The
frog’s glittering eyes watched me and I narrowed my eyes at him. "So, I
should throw this at the wall."
Angie
lunged forward. "You’re already dating a frog, let me try."
I
ducked and let the frog fly. He struck the wall and left a dent the size of my
fist. It thunked to the floor and wobbled to a stop at my feet like a
boomerang.
I
looked sheepishly at Mr. Griffin, my apology barely bubbling out before the
bell to the back door chimed. Angie answered it and her eyes widened in surprise.
My ex,
Jesse, stepped through the door.
And in the other corner, weighing in at 250 words, let me
introduce to you ……..
MANON La
MUSE
She’d
parked in the glare of a lamp post as close to the main doors as possible, but
the expanse of blacktop between her car and the building’s florescent sanctuary
was the treadmill belt of childhood nightmares. She clutched the small gold
cross on a chain around her neck as she trekked through the gloom. A twig
snapped in the shadows to the right, bursting a balloon of fear in her chest.
Screw this. She bolted for the doors.
Once safely
inside, she collapsed against the doorframe. But her proximity triggered the
sensor, and the doors swished open again. She stumbled deeper into the lobby,
kneading her forehead with a shaky hand.
She’d
thought surviving the rape would be the hardest part. But she’d been wrong. At
the time, pinned under the weight of a masked man with crazed eyes, his hand
clamped across her forehead, the back of her skull grinding into the gravel,
she’d known her life was in his clutch. The knife blade that bit down into the
taut skin under her chin with each brutal thrust confirmed and magnified her
vulnerability. She’d laid there, pried open, pleading to God with silent
screams. Don’t let him kill me. Please don’t let him kill me!
Now weeks
later, she questioned God’s mercy. Life went on outside her duplex windows,
while she sat behind a locked door. The postman stuffed the mailbox with bills,
while her pottery shop stayed closed, dust covering the clay-caked wheel. The
rent was overdue.
Leave your vote for the winner of round 9 in the comments
below, along with any sort of critique you would like to offer. Please remind your friends to make a selection
as well. The voting will remain open until
noon Sunday. Remember, you can throw your pen name into the hat anytime during
these last six weeks by submitting your own 250 word sample. Check out the rules by clicking on the badge
below…then come out swinging!
Remember, here in WRiTE
CLUB, it’s not about the last man/woman standing, it’s about who knocks the
audience out!
Where words are the true knockout!







