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Saturday, January 28, 2023

SMFS Member Guest Post: Definitively Objective by Paula Messina

 

Please welcome Paula Messina back to the blog today…

 

  

Definitively Objective

by Paula Messina

 

“I Drive Your Truck” was a number one hit for Lee Brice and the 2014 Academy of Country Music Song of the Year. It’s hardly surprising that a truck appears in the lyrics of a country song, but this song is different. It’s not about the truck. It’s about what the truck represents.

Written from the point of view of a young man grieving for his brother, everything the listener learns about the brothers is through objects: the truck, the eighty-nine cents in the ashtray, dog tags, an Old Skoal can, a “Go Army” shirt. While driving the truck, the brother feels his deceased brother’s presence.

There’s a story behind the song. One of the songwriters, Connie Harrington, heard an interview with Paul Monti in which he talked about his son Jared, who was killed in Afghanistan while attempting to save another soldier. In an interview, Mr. Monti said about the truck, “It's him. It's got his DNA all over it.

“You've got to hold onto something. It's just a good feeling to drive that truck knowing that he drove it. I talk to him when I'm in there. I talk to him all the time."

The song and Paul Monti’s grieving process are great examples of the power of inanimate objects in fiction and in life.

In a Writers Digest article, “How to Use Objects to Strengthen Your Characters,” Chris Freese says, “One of the most common techniques fiction writers fail to implement is the use of objects. Chances are, your character isn't just standing there, spouting off dialogue. The character is doing something with his hands. She's exchanging a business card. He's fiddling with a pencil. Objects provide concreteness to scenes and bring importance to dialogue and encounters.”

Freese cites an excerpt from Matt Bird’s The Secrets of Story: You can’t rely on character interactions to reveal all the emotions....But when you establish their relationship to an object, they can express their true emotions, unfiltered by other baggage.”

The power of “I Drive Your Truck” is its unfiltered emotion. The listener becomes the brother and experiences what the brother feels, his attachment to his brother and his grief.

According to Italo Calvino, “The moment an object appears in a narrative, it is charged with a special force and becomes like the pole of a magnetic field, a knot in the network of invisible relationships.”

I doubt that objects are always magic, but when they are, those objects become superlative revealers of character, mood, motivation. They show. After all, inanimate objects cannot tell. Think Citizen Kane’s rosebud. Miss Havisham’s wedding cake. Dorothy’s ruby slippers, and Lieutenant Commander Philip Francis Queeg’s bearing balls. These objects are literary magic that reveal entire worlds about these characters.

I’d never thought about infusing objects with magic until I realized it’s something I often do. In my short story, “The Last Leaf,” banana bread and an oak tree establish the deep connection between a dying grandfather and his granddaughter. My essay, “Tomatoes,” is ostensibly about growing them. It’s not. Tomatoes magically represent love and loss.

In my WIP, a mystery set in Boston during World War II, I originally had an investigating police officer discover a blood-stained scarf, a gift from Donatello, the main character, to his sister Antonia, the murder victim. The scarf didn’t feel right. It lacked magic.

In the revised scene, the officer discovers a glove, but not just any glove. It’s a monogrammed, Persian-blue leather glove. Antonia’s best friend had helped Donatello pick out the perfect Christmas gift for his sister. Now the gloves are the last gift he’ll ever give Antonia.

That one-of-a-kind glove takes on great emotional weight. It is evidence against Donatello, but more than that, it represents what he has lost. He will never see his sister wear those gloves or share another Christmas with her. A gift he chose with great care is now stained with her blood. It is soaked in her DNA.

And, of course, gloves come in pairs. Where’s the other one?

Who will find it? When? Where?

The reader can easily identify with the importance of objects because we infuse them with importance. We save them to revisit again and again, just like Paul Monti driving his son’s truck. A menu from a first date. A high school football team jacket. A child’s first pair of shoes.

Poet, novelist, and storyteller Joan Leotta agrees that objects are magical. “Oh my yes, I find them very magical! Many of my poems, not just the ones that are classically ekphrastic, inspired by art, are inspired by objects.”

Leotta also expresses the importance of objects both in her life and in her fiction. “I feel the touch of my loved ones on certain plates we use. My fourth novel, Secrets of the Heart, features a heart-shaped box that holds the key to family history.”

That heart-shaped box contains “family secrets kept for the love of the two main characters. The shape of the box was, for me as a writer, key to the fact that family ties are more important than the history and clues to treasures in the box.”

Objects can be much more important than something a character does with his hands. Objects might be inanimate, but they can become more than clues and red herrings. They can reveal a character’s personality and emotional life. Their magic can deepen the reader’s connection to characters.

Objects are another tool that a writer uses to express a character’s emotional life and to create a bond with the reader. Don’t objectify objects. Breathe life into them. After all, they’re magic. 

 

Paula Messina ©2023 

Paula Messina is a seasoned Toastmaster and an award-winning speaker. She writes essays, fiction, and non-fiction. While she does not own a cat, she is on the board of Indelible Literary and Arts Journal (Indeliblelit.com). Indelible’s Evenings can be found at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8qZIPPS8P9Dlml-y9AggTg.

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Guest Blog: Heartbreaks, Half-truths, and Writing Inspiration by Judy Penz Sheluk


The authors of Heartbreaks & Half-truths: 22 Stories of Mystery & Suspense share their opening lines and the inspiration behind the stories.

The cast, in order of appearance:

From Burning Desire by KM Rockwood
My cousin Sophia leaned in close, her boozy breath assailing my nostrils. “Such a lovely party, Roger. Aunt Regina thought you might be pretty much down in the dumps right now, what with the wedding called off and all. She thought a party for your fiftieth birthday would be just the thing to cheer you up.”

The Inspiration: My family swarmed with well-intentioned aunts and cousins who tried hard to support relatives, regardless of the merits of their cause. Usually their attempted supports just missed the mark.

From The Devil’s Club by Peggy Rothschild
There were two things Jessie Mayhew hated: visitors and talking about the past. The man standing on her front stoop was a problem on both counts. Unwelcome, unshaven and underdressed for the weather, he stood in that familiar cocky way, gloved hands on hips.

The Inspiration: Hiking with a group in Alaska sparked the germ of this tale. I started to think about how living in an isolated area provided a perfect setting for murder.

From Blackjack Road by John M. Floyd
Dave Cotten sat on his back porch with a .38 revolver in his lap, staring at nothing in particular. Under other circumstances, it would have been a fine day: sunny and humid but not quite steamy, with the kind of fresh, crisp clarity that comes only after a recent storm.

The Inspiration: Growing up in a house where the back porch had a view of miles of fields and woods, as far as the eye could see.

From The Greatest Secret by James Blakey
August 1962
My Fairlane backfires, drawing glares from the foursome of old-timers lining up putts on the ninth green. I return shaking fists with a friendly wave and continue up the looping driveway to the valet station.

The Inspiration: Eight years old and hacking away at the golf ball while impatient men mutter snide comments

From So Long by Edward Lodi
Sunday
3:17 p.m.: Hey Sarah, Doc here. Not asleep I hope? The sedative should’ve worn off by now. I wouldn’t want to disturb you. You’ll need all the rest you can get to build up strength for what’s to come.

The Inspiration: While recuperating from an operation and listening to the messages on his Voice Mail, Edward asked himself: would it be possible to construct a suspenseful story consisting solely of voice messages left by various individuals on one person’s Voice Mail?

From Afterlife by Kate Flora
Since Hal died, Ida has had too much time on her hands. While he was with her, she never noticed how much of her day was spent taking care of his needs.

The Inspiration: This story of a widowed elderly woman watching the conflicts between young lobstermen stems from two things. My cottage on a lobstering cove in Maine, where I have lobstermen in front of me every day; and how, in my mystery fiction, my detective often goes for insight to the overlooked witness--a woman who watches her neighborhood or a child who isn't noticed.

From Tongor of the Elephants by Buzz Dixon
Here, lemme show you something you’ve never seen before.
I’ve only shown this to maybe six other people in the last thirty years, but I’ll be honest, I must’ve watched it dozens of times whenever I find myself in a bad mood, an ugly mood.

The Inspiration: I’ve long been interested in Hollywood’s history and folklore (viz. Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon books).  By chance in the weeks prior to writing my story, I binged watched six or eight old movie serials, and the next thing I knew, Tongor Of The Elephants materialized.

From The God Complex by J A Henderson
Jensen and Murphy peered through the smoked glass partition. On the other side, a dumpy, middle-aged woman sat at her console. She had unusually dark hair, short and bobbed, with a purple butterfly clasp fastened to one side. It looked suspiciously like a wig.

The Inspiration: It fascinates me that observation actually affects events on a quantum level. It seems like a great metaphor for reading, plus it makes me sound smart.

From For Elizabeth by Christine Eskilson
I’ve loved Elizabeth for years. From a pimpled adolescence obsessed with maritime history and video games through a lucrative tech career and right up to my present confines.

The Inspiration: Reimagining a sixteenth century scandal involving Queen Elizabeth I and one of her favorite courtiers, Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester.

From See You in Court by Robb T. White
Trey’s friends all said it at one time or another with a wink or a laugh: “He’s just like that lawyer in Body Heat.”

The Inspiration: A homicide case involving a Las Vegas wife who murdered her husband. Knowing she wasn’t strong enough to lift his dead weight into the trunk of her car, she prepared months in advance by a regimen of intense exercise.

From In the Halls of Mercy by Rhonda Eikamp
My womanly intuition tells me you’ve pieced it together, but I’ll go over it for you from the beginning.
You’ve got to understand what a scandal it was for us here at Mercy. We don’t get out much, you know.

From Near Warrenton by Sharon Hart Addy
Warrenton. The town’s name on the green expressway sign tripped a thought. I swung to the right lane and took the exit, hoping a quick visit would prove profitable. The idea of scrounging up cold hard cash in a free hour before my next business call had an inviting ring to it.

The Inspiration: In Warrington came from seeing a skinny old man tinkering with an ancient tractor in a farm's driveway. The house, barn and equipment in the barnyard was well past its best -- all except one brand new building that stood out like a sore thumb. Why a new garage when everything else needed so much attention?

From Exposure by Tracy Falenwolfe
Sheila and Edward Vandaveer sat shoulder to shoulder across the desk from Dax and Lorna Cosgrove. Dax let the Vandaveers stew while he unwrapped a butterscotch candy and popped it into his mouth.

From Living One’s Own Truth by Paula Gail Benson
In the fall of 1931, near Patriot in Posey Township, Switzerland County, Indiana, I was employed to teach literature at Framingham Preparatory Academy, basically an all-male village school elevated only by its presumptuous name.

The Inspiration: I wondered why a young woman might be reared to be a heartbreaker. At first, she told the story. Then, I realized she needed a listener and my true narrator was born.

From Deep Freeze in Suburbia by Susan Daly
Dina Calder, the Honourable Member for Vancouver-Capilano, leaned back in her leather chair and reveled in the luxury of her office, with its view of the Ottawa River and the East Block in all its Gothic Revival glory. This was the life.

The Inspiration: Deep Freeze in Suburbia started life as a story about a book club. And a book about a long-ago murder, that one member wanted to forget. Plus arsenic-laced Nanaimo Bars. It didn’t end up that way.

From The Angel of Maastricht by Chris Wheatley
According to at least one expert witness, the victim was alive and possibly conscious during the last, frenzied attack, during which she suffered no less than seventeen separate knife wounds.

The Inspiration: I was thinking about the real-life situation of a friend whilst reading a biography which partly covered the Sharon Tate murder. The two came together to form the plot.

From Pink Hearts Pierced by Arrows by Joseph S. Walker
1998
From her bedroom window, Crystal watched as her mother carried pile after pile of clothes out to the detached garage in the backyard, the garage where Crystal’s father kept the vintage Mustang he’d spent years lovingly restoring.

The Inspiration: Thinking about illicit affairs and the complicated emotional knots that can entangle three people, how alliances and sympathies twist and change--and how the whole thing can blow apart when you add money to the mix.

From Deadly Cargo by Blair Keetch
O’dark hundred.
My favorite time of day. Maybe I appreciated the pre-dawn hours because of the stillness. I’ve always enjoyed this pristine moment in time with no stress or any complications.

The Inspiration: As an airline project manager, I was always intrigued by the unusual and the bizarre in the world of aviation. So when I heard about the body of a stowaway falling from the landing compartment from an approaching aircraft into a into the garden near Heathrow airport, it sent my imagination into the dark motivations that drives dangerous actions.

From Ugly Fat by Steve Liskow
I’m coming back from the gym Saturday afternoon and the sun beating on my car makes my hair droop so you wouldn’t know I passed up the sauna. My gym bag huddles on the passenger seat like a sleeping dog.

The Inspiration: I remember nothing about when or where this story came to me. The draft I sent for the anthology is "Version S," which would be the 19th version. That’s far more than usual, and I don't know why there were so many. (Read more on Sleuth Sayers https://www.sleuthsayers.org/2020/06/heartbreaks-half-truths.html)

From Checkmate Charlie by Gustavo Bondoni
The small boy, as always, had set the difficulty level much too high. Charlie sighed inwardly and sent the holographic enemy out to get him.

The Inspiration: This one was actually built backwards. The title came to me first, fully formed, and I wondered who Checkmate Charlie might be. With a name like that, including cold war overtones, this Charlie had to be a sinister character.

From The Short Answer by James Lincoln Warren
HOLLYWOOD INVESTIGATIONS LTD. had been painted on the shopfront window in an arc, gold letters bordered in green, and below that, in a straight line and smaller print, was written “Sleuths to the Stars”, complete with quotation marks.

The Inspiration: I like to start a story by attempting to lodge a question in the reader’s mind. In this case, the question is, “Why would anybody with an IQ higher than a houseplant’s consider engaging a storefront private detective agency with such a cheesy name and motto?”

From Goulaigans by Judy Penz Sheluk
There’s a place about twenty miles north of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, called Goulais River. Now, you might be tempted to pronounce it the French way—Goo-lay—or the way it reads phonetically—Goo-lays—but either way you’d be wrong.

The Inspiration: Watching Lake Superior as the waves came crashing in, a canoe pulled into the shore, off in the distance, and thinking, “what if?”

Heartbreaks & Half-truths: 22 Stories of Mystery & Suspense
Edited by Judy Penz Sheluk

Publisher: Superior Shores Press
Release Date: June 18, 2020

Book Synopsis:
Lovers and losers.
Whether it’s 1950s Hollywood, a scientific experiment, or a yard sale in suburbia, the twenty-two authors represented in this collection of mystery and suspense interpret the overarching theme of “heartbreaks and half-truths” in their own inimitable style, where only one thing is certain: Behind every broken heart lies a half-truth.
And behind every half-truth lies a secret.

Find Heartbreaks & Half-truths: 22 Stories of Mystery & Suspense on:

Amazon (trade paperback and Kindle):
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B088ZGF18Y

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Monday, July 30, 2018