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I first met Victoria Mixon through blogging friend and fellow writer Roz Morris, when she and Victoria did a wonderful series of editorial talks. I was hooked right away. Not only were they a heck of a lot of fun, but they were also exceedingly informative on the craft of writing.

Just yesterday, Victoria released her book, The Art and Craft of Story, and I’m thrilled to have a sample chapter on my blog today that deals with a topic that always leaves me with more questions than answers: How to use backstory (or, as I like to think of it: Avoiding the dreaded info dump!)

My thanks to you for sharing this, Victoria!

And now, without further ado…

Backstory

What is it? Why is it important? And what on earth are we supposed to do with that stuff?

As little as humanly possible.

It’s true that Backstory plays a part in proper plot structure. Sometimes we need a little illumination from behind the curtain. A little light filtering through the lace, highlighting the pattern as it begins to move. However, extra information is awkward, it requires its own special techniques, and the reader prefers to get that information the way they get almost everything else these days—on the fly.

So before we start throwing on the flood lamps and ripping holes in the fabric of our story, we must spend a good long time spelling out all that information in great detail in our notes and identifying ways to layer it into our characters’ interactions and adventures.

The reason Backstory is so often confused with exposition is that they share a lot in common:

• lack of momentum
• lack of in-the-moment excitement
• lack of mystery

You see? All lacks. Not a good quality in storytelling technique.

Everything we put into a story must add to the forward momentum of our plot. It must be about getting our characters from point (x1,y1,z1) to point (xn,yn,zn) with as much velocity as humanly possible. We are here to make our characters’ lives a hellbent-for-leather ride. When we stop the action in order to explain what’s gone before or what’s going on now—to point at the curtains—we throw our reader right into the dashboard. They don’t like that. They like their hair flying straight back off their heads.

Our job with Backstory is to make sure it does not throw our reader into the dashboard.

At the same time, everything we put into a story must serve the purposes of pacing. Most of what readers want out of pacing is increasing tension to make previous excitement look like the slow part laying the groundwork for what’s really electrifying.

Now, there are subtle undulations that we, the writers, know we’ve layered into this increasing tension. But the reader is feeling the pulsing increase in pressure of G’s that—if all goes well—is going to eventually implode on them, blasting them into a parallel universe. When we stop adding significant description, action, and dialog to keep that pressure stimulating, soothing, stimulating in carefully-modulated doses—when we lift the G’s to pause and discourse on general stuff—it feels weak. And our reader is likely to lurch out of our grip and fall like a lump back to earth while they’re still under the sway of gravity.

Our job with Backstory is to make sure it keeps our reader forever entirely engaged in the thrilling experience of the story, heading into orbit.

Finally, our story must always be about launching our reader out of our imagination and into their own, the curiosity that impels them out into the ether. When we drag the story backward with Backstory or exposition, we’re dragging the reader’s attention back to us. And they don’t want to pay attention to us. Then want to pay attention to themself, to their own experience of this mysterious, rocketing ride through the wilds of the imagination.

Our job with Backstory is to make sure our reader is always wholly engaged in exploring our fictional landscape, completely forgetting there’s a human being behind it all typing frantically away.

Ray Bradbury helped bring dark literary (pre-’edgy’ ‘edgy’) fantasy and sci-fi to the forefront of modern fiction through his meticulous, unerring instinct for pure scene without a speck of exposition. And in “The Dwarf,” the first story in his literary masterpiece collection The October Country, Bradbury teaches us exactly how to handle Backstory.

Instead of telling us in exposition what the Dwarf has done before his story’s Hook, Bradbury shows the owner of the carnival Mirror Maze telling the protagonist, innocent Aimee, how the Dwarf has come to him more than once in the past asking about the price of his funhouse mirrors.

Bradbury places this Backstory exactly right, directly between the Hook and Conflict #1, and he ties it back into the Hook by introducing the conversation through Aimee’s observation that the Dwarf almost came up to them after he’d been inside the Mirror Maze, almost asked something he just couldn’t bring himself to ask.

This gives the owner of the Mirror Maze the opportunity to tell the story of the other times the Dwarf has come to him and almost asked where he could buy such a mirror, something he couldn’t quite, in the end, bring himself to ask.

That’s Backstory with forward momentum, ominous tingling, and ever deeper curiosity about Bradbury’s special melancholy country of inner torment.

And it’s only what’s absolutely necessary.

We must winnow our Backstory down to only that most essential information the reader simply has to have as they venture into our story, layering as much of that as possible into the process of our characters getting to know each other, and casting what’s left (if anything) into either very brief exposition or—better—thoroughly vivid flashback scenes.

We put those flashback scenes into Chapter Two or Three, after the Hook, before we get too deep into Conflict #1.

But only what’s absolutely necessary.

Victoria Mixon has been a writer and editor for thirty years and is the creator A. Victoria Mixon, Editor, one of the Top 10 Blogs for Writers. She is the author of The Art & Craft of Fiction: A Practitioner’s Manual and the recently-released The Art & Craft of Story: 2nd Practitioner’s Manual, as well as co-author of Children and the Internet: A Zen Guide for Parents and Educators, published by Prentice Hall, for which she is listed in the Who’s Who of America. She spends a lot of time horsing around on Google+ and Twitter.

And the countdown is on…

I can hardly believe it was almost a year and a half ago that I first learned NAL would be publishing my debut novel LITTLE GALE GUMBO on October 4th, 2011. That date seemed a million days away. Now a million days has dwindled down to seven.

Having not had the experience of a book release before now, I’m not sure how the fever/fervor rates just yet–but I do know that I’ve been busy and I know you all have too. My blog subscriptions arrive in my inbox to taunt me of all your adventures and discoveries and I want you all to know I will be back to your wonderful blogs soon to catch up.

In the meantime, I thought I’d share a few tidbits here.

LITTLE GALE GUMBO got a very kind (and starred!) review from Library Journal. Thank you, Ms. Donohue!

To escape an abusive relationship, Camille Bergeron fled her beloved New Orleans in 1977 with her two teenage daughters, Dahlia and Josie, winding up on Little Gale Island off the coast of Maine—a place as geographically and culturally distant from their home as possible. Opening a Creole restaurant, the Bergerons soon win over the locals, becoming as much a part of the island’s culture as lobster fishing. Most important for Camille, she wins the heart of Ben Haskell, their landlord, who becomes a stable fixture in their lives. Yet Camille’s daughters remain scarred by the chaos of their early childhood. Dahlia vows she will never let a man hurt her as her father hurt her mother, and Josie maintains her idealism and romanticism despite the challenges of adulthood. When their father arrives on the island, bringing trouble with him, Dahlia and Josie, along with Ben’s son, Matthew, must come to terms with their pasts.
Verdict A debut like this doesn’t come along often—this is women’s fiction to be savored, just like a bowl of Camille’s delicious gumbo. And like gumbo, it’s the blend of ingredients that makes the difference. Marks’s combination of strong female characters, New Orleans culture, and light suspense is a winner.—Nanette Donohue, Champaign P.L., IL

If you haven’t been over to the Debutante Ball, stop on by this week–the subject is Banned Books Week and we’d love to hear from you. Today, my post explains how I didn’t know a bloody thing about the dreadful practice of book banning until I saw the movie Footloose in 1984.

I finally set up a website which will have more goodies in the days/weeks to come but I’d love to hear your thoughts in the meantime. I also added an excerpt from the book so you can get a “taste” of GUMBO, as it were.

Okay, so that’s enough about me right now. I’d really love to hear what you all have been up to, what projects, writing/reading/and otherwise, are landing or exiting your plate.

The floor is yours…

This past weekend I took my daughters to their first comic book store. They are almost 6 and almost 4. The young man behind the counter looked understandably puzzled–until they rushed to the first display and cried, “Mommy, look, it’s Green Lantern!” Then his eyes softened and he began to smile.

I loved comics. I still do. In fact it was my very own collection that recently inspired my daughters to become fanatics. They pore over the pages. Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Batman, Justice League (Superfriends as they were called back then). No, they aren’t able to read yet but they know there is story and emotion and drama and excitement in those panels and they are riveted. Which is why I thought it would be great fun to take them to our local comic book store and let them see for themselves (steering them clear, of course, from the hard stuff, ie horror comics–I’m a cool mom, but I’m not THAT cool.)

Oh, it was exactly as I remembered it!

The boxes, the shelves, the displays! Only one thing was missing.

The customers.

The store was empty. On a Saturday afternoon. A hot Saturday afternoon.

I’m not going to lie: it broke my heart. What does this mean? Well, sure, it could mean that it was a freak–that normally the place is packed and bustling–but what if it isn’t?What if comic book lovers today don’t go to comic book stores to buy their comics? (And don’t crush me completely by saying that they download them on their IPads because I already know they do and I can’t, CAN’T bear the thought.)

When I was young, comic book stores were the place to be. Downtown Portland had a great one, basement level (made it that much cooler, IMO) and there was nothing quite as exciting as stepping inside. You came on a Saturday afternoon to read, to browse, to flirt (eye-contact only–hey, it counted!), and yes, even to buy. You came to be around other comic lovers. You came to glean cool tidbits. And for those of us whose greatest wish was to become a comic book artist, you came to be inspired.

Not that you HAD to go to a comic book store. You could buy comic books EVERYWHERE. My dad used to pick me up one every time he stopped at Mac’s Variety for his cigars. They filled those spinning racks. The eye candy of all eye candy. Apparently, that’s isn’t true anymore. I only know this because a few months ago I innocently went into the drugstore to buy a comic book and couldn’t find a one.

So in honor of the very recent DC reboot, I just wanted to give a long-overdue shout-out to comic books, for shaping my imagination and giving it wings. May you stick around for a long, long time. My daughters are just getting started.

What about you all? Did/do comic books hold a special place in your heart/memory?

We all know there’s no question that tension helps a scene, but what amazes me as a writer is how easily the potential for it can be overlooked.

Recently, I was writing a scene in my WIP and found my characters being, well, a little too chummy. They were meeting for coffee. They were laughing. They were getting along so damn well. It was delightful! It was precious! It was…

…dull as a fast-food knife.

Now don’t get me wrong: I want them to be chummy and ultimately I need them to be chummy, but what’s the rush? The scene was reading ho-hum.

Until I added tension.

Suddenly Susan and her father weren’t so glad to see each other on this bright and cozy morning. Suddenly Susan was cross because her father had offered something precious of Susan’s late mother to a stranger.

Tension!

What had begun as a cheery, mushy–and daresay, throwaway–scene suddenly turned into a thrusting-head-long rocket into the plot.

Tension!!

And it didn’t stop there. More tension followed. More things that Susan and her father (and several other characters, of course) were losing, or wanting, or both.

Tension, I adore you.

You make writing and reading a heck of a lot more fun.

So what about you all? What’s rubbing your characters the wrong way lately?

After a few weeks of burying the mighty squeee, I’m so excited to spill the beans that I will be joining the 2012 Class of The Debutante Ball.

I started following the Ball a few years ago and always enjoyed reading the experiences of first-time authors in the year of their debut releases. Now I have the honor (and fun!) of getting to be a part of this year’s debuts, and I very much hope you’ll come over and visit me and the other four authors, as we navigate the waters of this wild sea for the next year.

Our tenure doesn’t start officially until the end of August, but in the meantime, please come by and meet everyone, and you can also get to know the wonderful group who are so kindly handing over the reins after setting the pearly bar so high, as well as the incredibly supportive community of readers and writers who help make the blog such a fun place to hang out.

 

 

We all know that querying can feel like pulling teeth–I happen to think first dates often feel the same way. So I was thrilled when Ollin Morales asked me to do a guest post on his wonderful blog, Courage 2 Create, on querying.

For those of you who know Ollin’s blog, you already know how he offers terrific and original insights into all aspects of writing (and living, while we’re at it!)–and for those of you who haven’t yet met up with Ollin in your internet travels, you’re in for a treat.

I hope you’ll come on over and give my thoughts (and tips) on querying a read and that you’ll make Ollin’s blog a place you return to often.

I’m a sucker for a heist movie. Always have been. On any day, give me The Thomas Crown Affair, The Score, and certainly, Ocean’s Eleven. Recently I stumbled on a gem (pun intended there, oh you bet) called The Hot Rock from 1972. With an all-star cast headed up by Robert Redford and George Segal, and directed by Peter Yates of Bullitt fame, it’s a winner. Well-written and well-played, I enjoyed it thoroughly.

And I think I finally understand WHY I am so enamored with heist movies. At one point toward the end of the movie, there is a scene where Robert Redford is tasked with, not surprisingly, having to construct the plan for a doozie of a heist. He knows he has to figure out a way. The camera pans to his face and he is angst-ridden, you can see it. Then he begins to write. Scribbles fly out of him, one idea, then another. Finally he returns to his crew and shows them his notes, one scrap of paper here, a napkin there, explaining as he hands them out why this one won’t work, or this one, or this one.

I think you all know where I’m going with this.

Now I’ll go out on a limb here and say none of us are professional thieves accustomed to constructing heist and getaway plans. We’re even better than that: we’re writers.

When Robert Redford was sitting there, burning holes in his notepaper with his eyes, I knew EXACTLY how he felt (well, minus the danger of incarceration). So many times as a writer I’ve known I had to get from point A to point B–I had to get the gem–but how? On a later draft of LITTLE GALE GUMBO, I had to rethink a key plot point. It simply didn’t work. It was too harsh and frankly it didn’t fit with the mood and spirit of the story. But the ending was to remain the same. Like Mr. Redford, I was faced with a set-in-stone ending, but I needed to find out how to get there. I went around and around. I scribbled. I charted and graphed. But no matter what, the safety deposit box was too thick, the bank guard was too alert, the alarm system was too foolproof. What I mean to say is: there was always a sticking point that kept my “heist” from working.

Until, one day, there wasn’t. Eventually, after enough huffing and puffing and scribbling, the solution was there. And it worked.

So how do you all “plan your heists?” Do you take long walks and let the ideas percolate?

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