Posts tagged 'confessions'

How writing is like Survivor

I watch a lot of reality TV. I tend to stay away from shows that are just sitcom-style reality (sit-real?)–you know, The Hills,Keeping Up With the Kardashians,Jersey Shore, any kind of real housewives anywhere. I like shows where somebody learns something or is inspired–either me (Project Runway, Top Chef) or the participants.

Which brings me to my ultimate guilty pleasure: Wife Swap.

The format is basically this: two women from drastically different households switch places for two weeks. For the first week, they live the life of the other woman. For the second week, each wife makes up a set of rules that force the other family to live by her rules. The drama comes when you have a control-freak personal trainer switching with a laid-back competitive eater. Or a shallow, pampered shopaholic trading place with a farmer. Or a devoutly religious woman switching place with a family of more, ahem, relaxed morals.

At the end of the two weeks, the pairs of husbands and wives meet up across a table and talk about the experience. About half the time, someone gets up and leaves in a huff, but they always come back to finish up. (You can just picture the producers saying, “Now, come on, you’ve made it this far. And the contract clearly states that if you want your $25,000, you have to do every singe thing we tell you to do.”)

Wife Swap is on about forty times a day, so there’s never a shortage of episodes to watch. But my style of watching the show has evolved. Instead of watching beginning, middle, and end, for a total of 42 minutes of program time, about eight of ten times, I watch the first ten minutes and then skip ahead to the last ten, for about fifteen minutes of program time. Why? Because those are the bits of the show when something changes.

In a vast majority of the episodes, the middle chunk is all drama–kids whining, dads whining, moms crying, everybody yelling… it’s all filler. The interesting part is finding out whether the experience changed them, and how they think about it later.

Notice I said that I skip ahead in about 80% of the episodes. The other 20% bring something extra to the table: characters who draw you in. Unexpected connections between the women and their surrogate families. Revelations, growth, moments of self-reflection. Sometimes a woman, faced with having the other family live by her rules, realizes that she doesn’t particularly like her rules. Sometimes a fundamentalist housewife realizes that the biker family she thought were heathens are actually (gasp!) Christians, just like she is!

I think this is an extremely valuable lesson for a writer. A novel chronicles events in a character’s life. It cannot be an interesting beginning, a bunch of filler, and an interesting ending. The middle needs to be about more than just whining, crying, and yelling. You need to have a story. Once you get the formula down, as a consumer of books or TV or movies, you find yourself looking for the next plot point. The next moment when something’s going to change, or somebody’s going to grow. It’s the job of an author to make sure that a book is so full of those characters and moments that the reader doesn’t want to skip the middle.

And on that note, I’d better get to work!

The Daily Plah: Day 4
Currently reading: The Battle for God by Karen Armstrong
Song of the day: Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood, the Nina Simone version
Book 2 progress: Wrote a new opening chapter. Ready to get a move on!
Other notable facts: I’m so excited for the return of The Office tonight!

3 comments March 4th, 2010

Tweet dreams are made of this…

Okay, so I’m a maniacal DIY-er. I would rather spend eight days figuring out how to change something myself than have someone else fix it for me. I will study and modify code until my brain swims with it at night.

But heaven help me, I don’t get Twitter!

I don’t understand it! I seriously. do not. understand it.

Like, yes, there are a lot of people I like and I want to follow them. I also routinely get emails saying that SouthernMissouriTruckersAlliance is following me, or whatever. And I know people have even been released from foreign prisons because they had the presence of mind to Tweet about it.

I know the process, I just don’t know WHY. Or how you follow people. Do you keep Twitter as a bookmark and check it obsessively? Do you put it with your RSS feeds? Do you get text messages on your phone?

And what do you do with the information you find when you find it?

I’m begging someone to clue me in.

PS – Happy birthday to Alex/Scott. ;-) May Bill Gates never kidnap anyone you love. Again.

PPS – Thanks to Caryn’s very nice explanation (in the comments), I am going to be brave and try to stay a-twitter of things. If you want to be my Twitterfriend, here’s my profile.

9 comments March 9th, 2009

Coming home to freeze.

Well, as this is the internet age, I have not been able to blog about the fact that for the past ten days, the husb and I were actually out of the country. We were in the Central American nation of Belize, specifically in the town of San Pedro on Ambergris Caye. I trust all of my blog visitors but not the internet at large, so I didn’t mention anything at the time.

We had a great time, although we had the non-foresight to go during the rainy season, which means we spent a good percentage of our time inside, watching HGTV (which is where I saw all those stinking Cadillac and Glade commercials). Nevertheless, it was good fun, and we had a smooth trip home yesterday and are now freezing our tushes off in sunny Southern California. It was 100 degrees here the day after we left, and 45 degrees when we returned home last night. But I’m an autumnophile (fun to say if you pronounce the “n”–au-TUM-no-phile), so I’m pretty happy about it. Although we’re going to a wedding tonight on the beach and I don’t know what to wear to prevent freezing my tush off further.

Belize is a fun place and worth a blog post of its own, but for now I need to go get some slippers on my icy toes and try to find something to wear to the wedding.

So in the meantime, please accept my apologies for my slowness in responding to comments and my not being able to get around to many blogs. We had internet access, but we had to go down the beach to the bar to get it. Then we had to try to rush to finish up before the bartender came, or it would feel awkward that we were sitting there but not ordering drinks–even at 10 o’clock in the morning.

So happy weekend, everybody! More soon.

4 comments October 11th, 2008