ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Author, actor, producer, teacher and ne'er do well, Ms. McKenzie has taught over 100 courses in creative writing, technical writing, and essay writing. As a teacher, she focuses on helping each student to find their voice. As a writer, she focuses on keeping her own voice as authentic as possible. She has "traditionally" published one novel, two text books and one non-fiction book, and multiple essays, articles, and poetry. Recently, she has self-published three more novels and two more non-fiction books.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Using Humor in Fiction: CONNECT the Reader

Like millions of others, I was scrolling through Facebook earlier today, and saw a post someone had put up - a joke - told as though it had actually happened to them, but it’s a very old joke:  a man gets hired as a clerk in a store, and, on the first day, is confronted with a very ugly and cranky woman with two children.  He tries to compliment her on her children, saying, “Are they twins?”  When she snaps that  they’re obviously different ages, why would he think they’re twins - he replies “Well I just couldn’t believe anyone would sleep with you twice…”  and he gets fired.

Every time I’ve heard it, the joke has made me uncomfortable, but it also makes me think of a different, and true, story.  When my parents were young, and my mother gave birth to one of my older siblings, they were in a hospital room, admiring their new child, when a nun (it was a Catholic hospital) came into the room, and asked if the child was theirs.  When they said of course, why would she ask, she replied, “Well, I just couldn’t believe the two of you could have such a beautiful child.”  (My parents weren’t always in well with those in the Church).  My father, without losing a beat, quipped to the nun, “Well, Sister, we didn’t do it with our faces!”

The two stories are similar, but there is an essential difference.  In the first one, the person who is not attractive is target, is the object of ridicule, is unredeemed.  In the second, the power comes
from the response my father made - not only side-stepping the insult, but in fact embracing it while turning the ridicule on the person doing the  insulting.

In a piece of writing, humor can serve many purposes - like the “comic relief” on stage or in the movies,  it can give the reader space to catch breath during intense or dark stories, or the humor itself can make a point, or it can reveal much about a character in the way she/he uses humor or reacts to it.  But, as with any element of a piece of fiction, each element must serve the essential purpose of connecting the reader to the story.  So, then, the question becomes - how do we want the reader to be connected?  Do we want the reader to identify with the snarky clerk who gains cultural capital by insulting an unattractive person, or do we want the reader to connect to the person who, once insulted, still claims their own power?

It is a question which, when creating a story, writers should consider with care - what purpose does this humor serve, and how do I expect that the reader will connect with it?  If my reader identifies with this joke, what does the reader then bring back to the story as they continue reading?   

This is not to say that we can’t have a character make a cruel joke at the expense of someone else in the story - doing so can effectively serve to reveal the dark side of a character, but my point is that we must be careful in how we present that - be sure that the reader will see it as revealing character rather than bringing that negative frame to the rest of the story.

Writing humor well is one of the most difficult challenges in writing.  But it is also potentially the most powerful element you can bring to a story.   What do you want the reader to take from this  should always be a question in the mind of the writer.  Careless insertion of humor can damage a story as much as - perhaps more than - taking the cheap shot can damage your image in the eyes of your friends.  Be careful with it.  

Have fun, bring laughter and relief to your stories, but, at the same time, in editing and revising, consider the humor element as seriously as every element of the story - perhaps even more so.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Write Like A River: On Working on 2 manuscripts at Once

A few feet behind my back fence, there’s a stream.  It’s not much to look at - the banks crowded with weeds often waist or shoulder high, the banks themselves so steep that you never actually see the stream when looking out the window or across the fence.  The south side of the whole development is bordered by this stream, and, across the stream is another development.  I hear the kids over there playing in the summer and spring.  Today, that stream is under flash flood warning.  I’ve done what I can to prepare the house and grounds - put emergency supplies in the car, thought about high places I could stow valuable things if I need to evacuate.  


In the meantime, I put the possible (but unlikely) emergency out of my head by working.  My muse has been problematic lately - filling my head with scenes that MUST be written until 1...2...3 in the morning, then waking me at 6 with more to write.  It’s the right kind of problem to have as a writer, but, one does miss deep, unbothered sleep.  The other problem is that I have two manuscripts scattered in not-so-neat piles across my desk.  One is the story, still unfinished (though full in my head) that keeps me up nights, the other is the near-final draft of a book written some years ago, and revised over the last couple of years, now nearing publication.  They are very different stories - one is the story of the multi-generation impact on a family of a mining accident, and the other is a story of one woman’s struggle with her relationships with other women.  


The mining story is the one keeping me up nights, the voices and secrets of this family so real, so insistent on being written.  I have to trust that process - just open, let the words go on paper, not worry about anything but how the story moves.  The other manuscript is finished, but not finished - requiring careful attention to every word, every passage, every spelling - the last and oh-so-important edit before publication.  Two VERY different processes, both of which I am working on at the same time.  And, given the situation in my house today, I kept having the thought that they were, each, like a river.


Perhaps the same river.  The mining story the raging floodwaters, giving you no choice but to get wet, to immerse, to be carried along, and the other the mouth of the river where it joins the sea - each drop coming finally, comfortably home to the sea of origin.  A nice analogy, but what does that make me, the writer?   If I’m in a boat, I have to, for stories like the first, hang onto the sides and just ride the current, but, at the mouth of the river, before it comes home, my net comes out, fishing as carefully as I’m able for any detritus I don’t want the story to carry out to sea.  


I want to write like the river, especially the river today - lashed with rain, swelling with the power of the cold water, rushing along to the place all rivers go.  I don’t really want to be weilding the net, but, as I actually DO that work, the river and all it’s travels become more real.  Each word fished out, each misplaced comma removed, each scene cleaned becomes clearer, more essential.  And it is odd, too - pleasantly odd - how, as I do this work on two separate and very different stories, in a real way they become one.  The heartaches, the secrets, the pains that drive each of the people in the mining story are the same, in every way that counts, as those that drive the woman dealing with her internal struggles over friendship, betrayal, and guilt. It is, all of it, one river.


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NOTE:   I don’t get many comments published on this blog, but I frequently get messages via email or Facebook from people who’ve read here.  For all of you - first, thank you for sharing your thoughts and appreciation with me, and, second, please do not worry - if the stream rises, it rises.  I’m prepared either way.
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Look for “Locus of Memory” (the manuscript currently in editing) to be available on both Amazon and Nook in late December or early January.  There will also, for two weeks prior to release, be an opportunity to get the book for free on BookGrabbr - watch for notices on Facebook, Twitter, and my website.  
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