Time Traveling

The Diary of a Writer – Meg Sorick

In the course of novel writing, there are points at which absolutely nothing of consequence is going on. That is life, is it not? When you reach one of those points in the overall plot, you do not need to record every little insignificant detail of your characters’ lives while time moves forward and the next major event occurs.

For example, in Breaking Bread, the investigation into the fire by the police, the fire department and the coroner all take some time to complete. Maya and Brad, their families and friends will be waiting around for the results of tests and the complication of clues, checks from insurance companies and so forth. I don’t need to report all of this minutiae as it happens. Instead I will scoot time ahead and as I do, summarize or infer all the things that have happened to our fictional friends along the way. You will see me doing this in the following excerpt. I have even summarized an event that I could have dragged out but chose not to for the sake of keeping to the main story. You will see what I mean.

The time traveling needs to transition smoothly, however, so the reader doesn’t feel like the story came to a screeching halt and then raced forward again. Thus, the bridging piece needs to be just the right length with the just the right amount of information included. I dithered over this next excerpt for that very reason. (Thus the delay.) I wrote and deleted, wrote and deleted scene after scene. Do I take Brad shopping for new clothes? Do I write about him figuring out where to live? Do I show Leo and Olivia moving into their new house so that Brad can have Leo’s apartment? What is Maya going to do for work? We need to know those things but they aren’t crucial to the plot. I left them out.

What about Maya having conversations with her parents and Michael to piece together what Tanya was up to? That is crucial to the plot but I decided they weren’t ready for it yet. My conclusion was to proceed ahead, adding in a detail as it needs to be explained. For example, a single sentence can let the reader know that Brad has moved into Leo’s apartment. We can assume he shopped for new clothes –he has no choice– but you don’t need to hear what he bought.

Other details can be revealed in passing or within conversation. For example, Maya and Brad can have a discussion/argument over him buying a new building and she tells him she’s going to ask for her old job back at the Philadelphia hotel. A lot of information gets revealed in a short amount of time.

And so… we time travel forward a couple of weeks to the funeral.

Header Image: The Time Machine film 1960 starring Rod Taylor and based on the story by HG Wells.

Sunday Sketch – WB Yeats

Behind the scenes, and besides all the other sketches I've worked on, I've been slowly and methodically working on my sketch of William Butler Yeats. I'm not quite sure it's finished … I may tweak it just a little more but I'm really happy with how it's coming along…


Fergus the Giant

An Irish fairytale by Meg Sorick. 

Once upon a time, there was a giant named Fergus. Fergus was one of three brothers, but his brothers had all gone away to find wives for themselves, leaving Fergus alone on the western coast of Ireland. For a while Fergus was happy. There was no one to tell him what to do and no one to fight with for the food, because giants eat a lot of food.

One day while Fergus was on the seashore, scooping fish out of the sea for his supper, he heard singing. It was the most lovely sound he had ever heard. He turned toward the sound, but he couldn’t see where it was coming from for the mist. There’s always a mist near the seashore in Ireland. He tried to walk toward the sound, but it was coming from across Galway Bay.

Now, Galway Bay is a big deep bay where all the ships can come into port. It would take Fergus a long time to walk all the way around Galway Bay especially in the heavy fog which made it very hard to see. And even though giants are very, very big, the ocean between the shores of Galway Bay is deep. Too deep for Fergus to walk through. And Fergus, unfortunately, had never learned to swim.

So it was that every afternoon Fergus would go to the seashore to fetch his supper and he would hear this beautiful voice singing to him from across the bay. Finally, he could stand it no more. He realized how lonely he was all by himself without his family and with no woman to love. In his desperation, he gouged out a huge boulder from the granite cliffs of the Connemara Mountains and hurled it into the bay. With a mighty splash and a huge tidal wave, the boulder settled into the bay. It was almost close enough to step to from the northern shore, but not quite.

Again he gouged another huge boulder, this one bigger than the last one and hurled into the bay. Because this one was bigger, it didn’t fly as far. Closer, but still not enough. Once more, he gouged an even bigger boulder from Connemara’s granite mountains and hurled it into the sea. This one landed closer still to the northern shore. Now Fergus had three big stepping stones to walk across Galway Bay. He didn’t hesitate. He stepped, one, two, three on the islands he had created and lastly onto the southern shore of Galway Bay. And what do you think he found there?

A beautiful lady giant. She had been singing on the seashore every afternoon while she fetched her own supper from the sea. She was as lonely as Fergus and was singing to keep herself company.

So Fergus ran right up to her and told her that he loved her. But she was afraid of him at first because she had never seen this giant before and he was fearsome and big. Much bigger than she was. So he kept her company for a while and scooped fish for her from the sea. He fetched berries from the trees and brought flowers for her to weave into her hair. Pretty soon, she fell in love with Fergus. And when Fergus saw that he had won her heart, he asked her to marry him.

Or course, she said yes. And they lived happily ever after. That’s how the Aran Islands were made. You can see them in Galway Bay down to this very day.

There is a tale from Irish mythology that tells of the formation of The Aran Islands at the hands of giants. In that tale, however, the islands are formed when two giants fight by hurling rocks at one another and they miss and land in the sea. I thought it would be fun to repost this as it was one of the very first things I posted on my blog two years ago.