Story Telling VS. Writing A Story – Part 2: Writing a Story

Story Telling VS. Writing A Story – Part 2: Writing a Story

I started writing because I thought… No! I knew that I could write a better book than a science fiction book I read in the summer of 1979.

My wife nodded encouragingly.

I signed up for and completed a correspondence course on writing. They would send a prompt. I would do the required reading from their materials, complete the prompt, and send it back. My editor would read and critique the piece—writing his comments on the manuscript. Then he would send that piece back with the next prompt.

I learned many important lessons. Probably the most important was to write short sentences whenever possible. I think I’m still pretty good at that.

I wrote at least 40 short stories—mostly science fiction, but some humorous pieces and a few detective stories—between 1980 and when I retired from high school teaching in 2012. One of those stories, Fair Game won two different competitions. Many, many of my students read my stories and enjoyed them. No. I did not reward those who read or punish those to did not read the stories.

I submitted three stories to publishers. All were rejected. A reviewer hammered one. The publisher apologized for the tone of that review in a separate note, saying the review was too harsh—but the story was still rejected.

I continue to write. I have learned three key lessons about story writing that make writing different than telling.

First. You need to tell the reader what your characters are thinking. You should know what each of your characters is thinking when you write down what they do or say. But, if you assume your readers are content with unadorned prose, you are wrong.

Readers want to know why characters do things. They only way they can know is for the author to tell them. This is not a place to be subtle. Make the motivation clear.

Second. Describe the settings in enough detail that the reader can form a mental picture that aligns with yours. If that is not the case, many readers will either stop reading or not read any other books you’ve written because they were lost in a world they did not understand.

There is a danger here in over describing. But, if you start with an expansive description, you can easily reduce the amount of detail where your beta readers indicate the manuscript became tedious.

Third. Don’t keep secrets when you write. Giving away the twist, or O’Henry ending to your novel is not the intent. But, if you know that one of your characters knows something important to moving the plot forward or is the reason for a specific action the part of that character, don’t leave the reader wondering whether psychic powers are involved.

Two weeks from today, I’ll show you what a difference writing a story like a writer vs. telling a story in writing can make. I’ll be using a specific example from my next novel: The 5^th Page.

Next blog: Story Telling VS. Writing A Story – Part 3: Similarities and Differences

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Expressions of Faith: Reconciliation

But now he has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation

(Colossians 1:22 NIV)

Reconciliation

God has chosen to reconcile. While it is our choice to reconcile with Him, we don’t make the first move in this process.

The first move has already been made…

                                        

                                                         for everyone…

                                                                                      by God.

Christ's sacrificial death on the cross doesn’t provide only the pathway of/to reconciliation.

When we reconcile, the reunion with God improves our spiritual condition by uncounted magnitudes to clean and blameless.

Next Friday's Expression of Faith Series: Steadfastness

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Almanac. A History of Injury – Re: 9/7/1964

September 7, 2015

Re: September 7, 1964

I peaked physically at age 14. In the first six months of my 14^th year were, far and away, the best six months of my athletic life.

I was in 8^th grade—5’9” and 165 lbs. At the school track meet in late spring, I set two school records.  In high-top, white Converse All-Star tennis shoes, I ran 100 yards in 11.1 seconds. That record still stands—mostly because they now run all events in meters. Wearing the same shoes, I participated in the shot put—2^nd place—and ran the opening leg for my gym class period team in the 440-yard relay—also 2^nd place. I also competed in the long jump.

At the time, the school record for the long jump was 16’7”. That’s a good distance for a 13-14-year old.

I jumped 17’3” on my first jump. On my second jump, I launched myself from behind the takeoff board to avoid crow-hopping—touching any part of either foot beyond the takeoff board. When I came down in the sand, I landed 18’ 1.75” from the front edge of the takeoff board. On my third jump, I mis-measured my distance from the takeoff board and had to launch from my left foot. That jump was 16’11”. All three of my jumps were beyond the existing school record.

My longest jump is still the school record—even when converted to meters.

When I retired from teaching, I had a party with friends and family. To my surprise, Ed Cherry, one of my Junior High PE coaches came. His comments focused on the long-jump record.

During the summer of 1964, I played Pony League Baseball. As a pitcher, I threw a no-hitter and a perfect game. As a batter, I hit .440 and with 5 homeruns. Then I entered high school.

On Labor Day of 1964, just before football practice started my 9^th-grade year, I cut my knee on a rock and needed stiches. During that football season, I had such bad blisters on my heels that my dad had to cut the leather out of the heel of the shoe so the blistered skin wouldn’t bleed. I broke my shoulder in the last game of the season.

As a sophomore football player, I tore one of the quadriceps muscles in my left leg. Tore really doesn’t adequately describe the damage. I ripped the muscle in half and had to have it surgically sewed back together.

In my Junior year, while pitching for the baseball team, I pulled part of my right groin muscle free of its attachment to my pelvis. In addition, a small artery was damaged. Blood from the artery pooled in my leg. Over the weeks that followed, my leg changed color from black and purple, to purple and green, to green and yellow, to yellow. I had to drink papaya juice to add enzymes to my system to speed the breakdown of the blood.

My senior year, while playing football, I damaged my back.

During my only college football season, I ruptured the disc between my 5^th lumbar vertebrae and my sacrum. That required fusion. It also ended my football career, although I was dumb enough to try out for kicker at San Diego State the year after my back fusion.

Coach Don Coryell kept me after the first team meeting.

“You’ve had back surgery.” More statement than question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, unless you can kick the ball out of the stadium, you’re not going to make the team.”

I went to one practice, saw I was probably almost as good as the other kicker trying out, but also realized that I wasn’t better than he was. I turned in my gear.

As a college sophomore, because of NCAA regulations, I played on what was known as the Junior Varsity baseball team at SDSU. My junior year, I pitched some for the SDSU varsity. By then, the less than perfect pitching style—probably the result, at least in part, of my torn groin—had taken its toll.

It took me nearly ten minutes of swinging a weighted bat before I threw to keep minimize the pain when I pitched. The orthopedic surgeon who’d done my back fusion diagnosed my problem as a torn rotator cuff. I never had that fixed.

As an adult, I broke my ankle:

• Stepping on the ball while laying softball.
• Stepping on loose asphalt while running with the Monte Vista soccer team.

Also, as an adult, I tore my hamstring twice playing softball. The second time was the last time I played softball. It took almost two weeks before I could walk without a limp.

In 2005, I had a laminectomy on the 4^th lumbar vertebrae to relieve pressure on my sciatic nerve caused by—well, pretty much caused by too many years of doing physical things I probably shouldn’t have been doing after spinal fusion.

I no longer jog, swing any piece of athletic equipment, or twist unnecessarily. I’m still able to walk my dog—20+ miles each week—and use an elliptical machine five times each week.

Muscle tissue is composed of units of increasing size and complexity. The basic unit is called a sarcomere. It is entirely protein. Sarcomeres contract when stimulated. Shortening the sarcomere causes the muscle to shorten. All skeletal muscles—those that move your body—work by shortening in length.

Thousands of sarcomeres form a muscle fibril. Fibrils combine to form a muscle fiber—an actual muscle cell. Fibers combine to form muscles.

Since we all have approximately the same number of muscles—around 650. Its possible t hat there is a slight variation between the sexes in number. However, there is no consensus on the exact number of muscles and any difference in number of muscles between males/females.

I don’t know why mine seem to be so prone to damage…