Setting: Enemy or Ally?

Develop the setting into a character. I’ve read that a million times and thought, okay, great idea. But other than using the 5 senses, how in the heck do I do it?

Thanks to Nancy Rue, I’m confused no longer. Nancy Rue brought clarity. Nancy Rue jumped inside my head, flicked on the switch, and illuminated everything in bright yellow. She’s one of the many contributing authors to A Novel Idea and wrote a short, completely insightful article entitled Protagonist, Antagonist…Setagonist.

Here’s what she had to say:
When we sit to pen a novel, we should think about our setting and ask ourself: Does the setting act as the protagonist’s ally, or as the protagonist’s enemy?

Brilliant question!

I got to thinking about my setting in the current series I’m writing. Peaks, Iowa, a small, fictitious farming town set in the Midwest. For my first novel, Beneath a Velvet Sky, Peaks is most definitely an antagonist to my protagonist, Bethany Quinn. Bethany sees Peaks (at least at first) as her enemy. How much better to write about the setting from a major sense of conflict, as an antagonist of sorts, than a ho-hum, every-day small town.

In my second novel, Wishing on Willows, Peaks is most definitely an ally to my protagonist, Robin Price. Robin adores Peaks. Adores the atmosphere, the people, the small-town beauty. The setting is like a beloved sister brimming with memories and a nostalgic past she doesn’t want to release. In her mind, somebody’s out to destroy the town (or at least change it). I need to write about the setting from that deep emotional place. As if it truly was one of her best friends.

Questions to Ponder: So, what about you? Is your setting an enemy or an ally? Pick one. Because it most assuredly should not be neutral. Neutral settings equate to limp, lifeless settings. And who wants to write about that?

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3 C’s – It’s Friday!

Cares:
Revising. Talk about slow-motion. I don’t know if it’s because I know more this fourth time around, or if I’ve turned into this psychotic perfectionist, or what. I sit down for my hour of revising before work, and I get through 2 or 3 pages. Seeing as my novel is 388 pages, this makes for very slow going. I’m currently on page 92.

Concerns:
You know that feeling you get in the beginning of February? That restless, impatient, slightly-deflated feeling? The one where you just want it to be warm already? That’s exactly how I’m feeling. Only not about the weather (okay, a little about the weather). I’m feeling that way about being out on submission, and it’s only been two weeks. For all you folks out there waiting for an agent….here’s a heads up: The waiting doesn’t get any more bearable on this side of representation. It’s still the same. Write. Wait. Check email. Write some more. Wait some more. Check email some more… I wish the writing groundhog could come out of his hidey-hole and tell me what to expect. Do I have another six weeks of winter spanning ahead of me? Or an early spring? I feel Jesus whispering, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Only instead of listening, I’m too busy trying to convince Him that maybe my timeline is better than His. Oh, what a silly person I can be.

Celebrations:
My husband. God’s been doing some amazing work in his life these past couple weeks. It’s like watching a growth spurt in fast-forward. My heart’s always been blessed as his wife, but especially so these days.

Reading another great book. The Shape of Mercy, by Susan Meisner. I’ve been on this wonderful roll with fiction lately. Seems like every novel I pick up sweeps me away, which is rare. I tend to be very picky when it comes to fiction.

Question to Ponder: What are your cares, concerns, and celebrations today?removetweetmeme

Embracing Discomfort

Like most people, I tend to avoid discomfort. I tend to wrap the whole concept in a package of negativity. But maybe discomfort’s not such a bad thing. Maybe it’s a good thing. Especially if it drives us to action, or at least to an uneasy contemplation.

Here’s the thing. I’m a people-pleaser.

On the surface, it means I don’t want to make anybody uncomfortable or unhappy. I often blame my hesitancy to share my faith on this people-pleasing tendency of mine. Heaven forbid anybody feels weird, or uncomfortable, around me.

The truth?

People-pleasing’s really not about how other people feel. It’s about me. I’m the one who doesn’t want to feel uncomfortable. I’m the one who doesn’t want to feel unhappy.

This attribute leaks into my writing. I’m inclined to wrap each chapter in a nice pretty bow, release all the tension so the reader (scratch that….the writer) can stop feeling uncomfortable.

All of us hate to feel uncomfortable.

That’s the key. The ticket. The truth to embrace. In life and in fiction. I need to relish the discomfort. Bask in it. Let it soak and settle until people squirm and scramble to recapture a sense of peace.

In life, that peace won’t come until you’re in the arms of Jesus. In fiction, it won’t (or shouldn’t) come until you reach the end of the book. Comfort at the cost of hell, comfort at the cost of putting the novel back on the nightstand, isn’t comfort at all. I need to stop making people comfortable.

Just think how different we’d all write, how we’d all live, if we embraced discomfort.

Questions to Ponder: How differently would you live if you embraced discomfort?

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