Thursday, September 5, 2013

On Building New Worlds - A Writer's Perspective on Genesis


“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.”
—Genesis 1:1 AV
Forget for a moment that the Creator speaks the universe into existence. He makes everything in its astonishing complexity without a template. Theologians call this process “ex nihilo”—or “out of nothing.” I just call it “amazing.” To begin with zero—zero—and build a cosmos from quarks and bosons all the way to galactic superclusters—and with everything from kittens to quasars in between—requires a creativity that makes the greatest human genius look like a monkey with crayons.
But aside from the monumental brilliance of Creation, the human methods of creativity follow many of the same principles. Writers, too, must build worlds, and although our job is infinitely simpler than God’s, the method is not as different as one might expect.
Let’s take some tips from a real pro:
“And the earth was without form and void…”
If the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and everything is perfect, there is no story to tell--at least until the protagonist cleverly uncovers some sinister plot underneath the peaceful façade. The “world out of order” automatically presents a problem that the protagonist must navigate and resolve. Examples range from Duke Orsino and his ridiculous infatuation for the lady Olivia in Shakespeare’s comedy Twelfth Night to Tolkien’s dragon Smaug hording the dwarves’ treasure in The Hobbit. In fantasy epics, however, the issue at stake usually involves a tyrannical overlord who badly needs killing.
“And God said, Let there be light….”
Focused thought, intelligence and research will illuminate the work in progress and separate it from the trite, “been-there-done-that” ideas that novices often present. Tolkien’s Middle Earth, for example, is amazing, but I’d better not try to recycle it under a different guise and expect readers to buy it. It helps to muzzle our pesky internal editor for a while and brainstorm the world into existence. Later on, we can eliminate any ideas that don’t prove to be useful.
“And God divided the light from the darkness…. and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament…and let the dry land appear….”
We’re not worried about the details yet. We’re hammering out the world in very general shapes. As we build our world, are we talking fantasy or sci-fi? A historical or period piece? We don’t worry about texture at this stage. We can sketch maps and rough plotlines to give us a starting point, with the full expectation that they will change as determined by characters and ideas not yet conceived.
Furthermore, just as God conceived physical forces like gravity and electromagnetism to bring the cosmos to its proper shape, we must begin to think about the “rules” of our universe. Even in fantasy, things had better follow the laws of nature for that particular world. Otherwise, the reader feels that his intelligence is not being respected. For example, in J.K.Rowling’s wizard world—although it has crazy and whimsical rules—it does consistently follow those rules.
“And God said, ‘Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth.’”
Like to the flora of Creation, texture brings our world to life. In Robert Jordan’s monumental Wheel of Time series, people have prejudices, language barriers, cultural variations, and accents. The texture is almost overwhelming, but the reader grows to feel like he lives in a real, alternate universe complete with smells and foods. Otherwise, the characters and plot don’t feel like they really happen anywhere specific. The world has to be real and tangible.
“And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also. And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth…”
Time to choose the mood lighting—the style choices for our story: heroic verse like Milton’s Paradise Lost (good luck with that!), the high-sounding language of Tolkien, simple prose like C.S. Lewis, or even a whimsical Silverstein-esque poem for children (“Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too…”). We might choose a light, comedic feel, or a dark and dramatic tone.
“And God created great whales and every living creature that moveth…”
God’s fauna might represent the secondary characters that will populate our world. Of course, we probably don’t even know who most of them are until we flesh out the main characters, so we’ll need to jump back and forth from this stage and the next.
“And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.”
Let’s place the protagonist(s) into the world. Of course, if we are bothering to write a story in the first place, we probably began with the idea of a certain kind of protagonist. But now that we have cobbled together a world for him to interact with, we’ll start to understand him a lot better.
“…In the image of God created he him.”
God puts some serious effort into Man. Our protagonist, too, needs to be interesting and intelligent, or our story will soon self-destruct. A major turn-off to any story is when the protagonist is boring, predictable, annoying, or just plain stupid. We might also mention that the protagonist will need to evolve. We can put up with annoying, for instance, if he grows out of it, such as with Lloyd Alexander's Taren, from The Chronicles of Prydain, who matures slowly and believably from a dubious start (assistant pig-keeper) over the course of the entire five-book series.
“…Male and female created he them.”
What is a story without a little romance? Relationships reveal the inner layers of people. The writer of the Proverbs claims that the “way of a man with a maid” is “too wonderful” for him (30:19). Romance in any or all of its permutations—eternal love, betrayal, frustration, etc—will shape and reveal your protagonist like little else. And although some stories may not lend themselves to romance, relationships of some sort will be necessary to end up with anything more than a cardboard cut-out of a character.
“…And God said unto them, ‘Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it….’”
Our protagonist cannot simply exist in this world. He must interact with it. The story will probably involve a conquest or an overcoming of some sort—unless it is a tragedy—and there is something that needs to be subdued. He will change the world, and the world will bring changes in him.
“And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.”
It’s ok to sit back after you have created your textured, well-engineered world and say, “That’s some good stuff!” You may not have built the real world, but be content with a real world.

Monday, October 31, 2011

NaNoWriMo

Ok, this is nuts. 50,000 words in 30 days? That amounts to nearly 1,700 words per day. It starts at midnight tonight. Decisions, decisions.

Details about the contest.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Playing Pretend Blacksmith

Family lore has it that Great-Grandpa Pieter Vellekoop was one of the few remaining blacksmiths who could shrink an iron rim onto a wooden wagon wheel. I’m proud to have that heritage in my family tree. Sadly, such skills seem to have evaporated through subsequent generations—to the point that I can barely hammer a sixteen-penny nail into a two-by-four without smashing my thumb.

I'm nearly 12,000 words into a fantasy novel idea. When I began, I had no idea that I would need to know anything about the trade. But as my protagonist began to take shape, I discovered that he’s a blacksmith. Who knew?

The problem is that I know about as much about smithing as I do about knitting. As a storyteller, I will be expected to project the feel of the hammer on the glowing metal, the blast of the furnace, and so on and so forth.

Yes, we have been blessed with Wikipedia and Youtube—founts of all knowledge both old and new. Certainly, I can research the basics—perhaps even learn to handle the trade lingo with relative credibility. But theoretical research has its limits. It will suffice for the moment, as I finish fleshing out character and plot, but when the time comes for the re-write, I will need to go further than simple research.

One nice thing about the internet is its ability to find clusters of eccentrics who share similar interests. Apparently, there are blacksmith associations in this twenty-first century. Some of them even offer classes. Perhaps I’ll be able to spend time at a real forge before putting the finishing strokes (pause to appreciate the consistency of metaphor) on my story. Maybe I can resurrect some of Great-Grandpa Pieter’s skill, even if only enough to write about it.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Curveballs, etc.


I was Babe Ruth calling his shot and stepping into the swing to smash it over the fence. I had 25,000 words of notes on the Flying Solo project and was beginning to set up interviews with dozens of single men in ministry to supplement my research. But—forget curveballs—sometimes that snarling man on the mound hurls a knuckleball.

That first pitch came late in May when our church lost its lease. From one week to another, we had to move everything to a new part of town. Endless details demanded immediate attention. My personal routine unraveled, and habits such as writing began to suffer.

The next pitch was a blistering cutter that came in early June. The son of some dear church friends suffered a horrible accident at school. As they attended to Jorgie, the rest of the leadership team has tried to take on their roles.

It’s useless to complain about the pitches. Trying to maintain rigid control just causes stress. It’s good to have goals, but if my 37 brutish years have taught me anything, it’s that sometimes I just have to adjust my swing.

Flying Solo has been temporarily shelved until we get church happening again. Not to worry, though—I’ve already invested too much work and thought in the project to let it go to waste.

It looks like I’ll just have to bunt this inning.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Interrogations Have Begun

This is fun.

Having drained my brain onto 60+ pages of raw notes (yes--it was messy), it occurred to me that my experience as a single man may or may not have been typical. I have no idea.

Solution: inquire, query, and otherwise question my peers for further information on the life of a single man of God. ("Enhanced" interrogation techniques optional). So far, I've initiated contact with over a dozen men. Hopefully, that number will grow to over a hundred interviews.

If you are/have been a single man who has spent time in some sort of ministry, I would love to interrogate you. Please email me your address to start the process ( dannyvellekoop@gmail.com).

Thanks and good luck!

dv

Friday, May 13, 2011

Osama isn’t the only one with a journal


Yesterday, I dusted off some old journals dating back to my early days in California and found an entry that gave me chills.

On September 22, 1999, I discuss an emotional conversation with God that included an impassioned plea for a wife. I had no idea at the time I penned that entry that in exactly eight years to the day, I would stand trembling in the front of the church, watching my bride walk toward me down the aisle .

The skeptic can dismiss such coincidences as pure chance–and maybe it is. But as I read my sappy and inconsistent journal entries, I can’t help seeing Psalm 23 in action. Each one tells of some trial or triumph the Shepherd saw me through. Even some of the most trivial entries relate an experience that completely changed my understanding of God and myself.

I highly recommend journaling if you don’t do it already. For a writer, it’s just good practice to take regular snapshots of your thoughts and experience. And as a follower of Christ, an occasional reading of your old entries can be very encouraging, and you might see trends in you life that you might miss just living day-to-day.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

I Destroy Bookstores


The brick-and-mortar bookstores are closing down one by one, and it's my fault.

Well, partly my fault.

I love going into bookstores. I'll browse for hours, wandering from section to section, pulling book after book of the shelf. Then I'll put them back. I rarely buy anything except a coffee.

When I do buy, I buy online. Meanwhile, the local bookstore has to pay its lease and employees with revenue I'm not giving it. No wonder they're going away.

It's like the airlines: we moan about horrible food and and that we're being treated like cattle instead of passengers. Yet we buy the rock-bottom cheapest tickets that we can find online with little regard for anything but price.

What are the airlines supposed to do? To stay in business, they have to cut services so they can compete on price. If we passengers truly cared about service, we'd fork over the extra coins for the extra perks.

I expect that the large bookstores will slowly disappear, while smaller stores with low overhead and maybe an inventory consisting of used books might survive a little longer at least on coffee revenue. We'll wistfully recall the old days when we could leaf through books before buying--while clicking the "Add to cart" button on Amazon.