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TOPICSSpotlight WorkshopsStyle VoiceFluency
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SPOTLIGHT WORKSHOPS ASSIGNMENTSJR 18 Write your
name on a slip of paper, and place it in the
lottery can.
     
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VOICE (AND STYLE)THE SOUND OF A STORY
  • Voice is what the readers "hear" in their heads
    when they read your story.
  • Voice is the "sound" of the story.
  •  
  • In every work, one voice rises above the rest and
    leads the reader through the mosaic of
    characters' voices. 
  •  
  • voice of story    voice of narrator
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types of voice
  • CONVERSATIONAL VOICEno dressing up. 
  • It feels as if the narrator is having a casual
    conversation with the reader.
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  • Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn  You
    don't know about me without you have read a book
    by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer but
    that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr.
    Mark Twain, and he told the truth mainly. There
    was things which he stretched but mainly he told
    the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody
    but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt
    Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary.
  •  
  • Salinger's Catcher in the Rye   If you really
    want to hear about it, the first thing you'll
    probably want to know is where I was born, and
    what my lousy childhood was like, and how my
    parents were occupied and all before they had me,
    and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but
    I don't feel like going into it, if you want to
    know the truth.

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types of voice
  • INFORMAL VOICEdressing down, but tucking it in. 
  • It does not feel as casual as a conversational
    voice however, does not have the dressed-up feel
    of formal voice.
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  • Carver's "Cathedral"  I remembered having read
    somewhere that the blind don't smoke because, as
    speculation had it, they couldn't see the smoke
    they exhaled. I thought I knew that much and that
    much only about blind people. But this blind man
    smoked his cigarette down to the nubbin and then
    lit another one.
  • main advantage informal voice is middle of the
    road and arguably the most commonly used voice in
    contemporary fiction.

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types of voice
  • FORMAL VOICEprom night. 
  •  
  • Conveys a detachment from the characters--never
    chatty, conversational, or colloquial (unless, of
    course, these characteristics are conveyed via
    dialogue).
  •  
  • Garcia Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude
    Many years later, as he faced the firing squad,
    Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that
    distant afternoon when his father took him to
    discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village
    of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a
    river of clear water that ran along a bed of
    polished stones, which were white and enormous,
    like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent
    that many things lacked names, and in order to
    indicate them it was necessary to point.
  •  
  • Nabakov's Lolita  And less than six inches from
    me and my burning life, was nebulous Lolita!
    After a long stirless vigil, my tentacles moved
    towards her again, and this time the creak of the
    mattress did not wake her. I managed to bring my
    ravenous bulk so close to her that I felt the
    aura of her bare shoulder like a warm breath upon
    my cheek.
  •  
  • This dressed-up style can work in contemporary
    fiction when you're working on a big screen
    sweep a story that spans several generations, a
    number of locations, and a multitude of
    characters.

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types of voice
  • CEREMONIAL VOICEthe Armani tux and Vera Wang
    gown are mustsall jewels are the real thing. 
  •  
  • While this is not an easy voice to convey in
    contemporary fiction, many writers have and
    continue to use it to great effect. Nearly always
    written in third-person POV. 
  •  
  • Stein's Melanctha  Melanctha Herbert was always
    losing what she had in wanting all the things she
    saw. Melanctha was always being left when she was
    not leaving others.
  •     Melanctha Herbert always loved too hard and
    much too often. She was always full with mystery
    and subtle movements and denials and vague
    distrusts and complicated disillusions. Then
    Melanctha would be sudden and impulsive and
    unbounded in some faith, and then she would
    suffer and be strong in her repression.
  • Melanctha Herbert was always seeking rest and
    quiet, and always she could only find new ways to
    be in trouble.
  • Some call it biblical rhythm because of its
    repetitious language and odd phrasing. See
    Morrison's work for more examples of the
    ceremonial.

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STYLE AND VOICE ARE NOT THE SAME
  • STYLE consists of the technical choices made by
    the writer.
  • VOICE is the sum result of those choices.
  •  
  • If voice is a magnificent dress, style is the
    fabrics, threads, buttons, and pattern-design
    that create the garment.
  • VOICE IS CREATED BY THE MOST ELEMENTAL WRITING
    TOOLS
  •  
  • words you choose
  • how you string them together in a sentence
  • how you mix match sentences to form paragraphs
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WORD CHOICE (aka diction)
  • Murakami's "Sleep"  All I wanted to do was to
    throw myself down and sleep. But I couldn't. The
    wakefulness was always there beside me. I could
    feel its chilling shadow. It was the shadow of
    myself. Weird, I would think as the drowsiness
    overtook me, I'm in my own shadow. I would walk
    and eat and talk to people inside my drowsiness .
    . .
  •  
  • Updike's "Falling Asleep" Falling asleep has
    never struck me as a very natural thing to do.
    There is a surreal trickiness to traversing that
    inbetween area, when the grip of consciousness is
    slipping but has not quite let go and curious
    mutated thoughts pass as normal cognition unless
    snapped into clear light by a creaking door,
    one's bed partner twitching, or the prematurely
    jubilant realization, I'm falling asleep. The
    little fumbling larvae of nonsense that precede
    dreams' uninhibited butterflies are disastrously
    exposed to a light they cannot survive, and one
    must begin again, relaxing the mind into
    unraveling.
  •  
  • WHAT DIFFERENCES DO YOU NOTICE IN WORD CHOICE?
    WHAT ARE THE EFFECTS OF THESE CHOICES?

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SENTENCE CONSTRUCTION
  • Words alone do not create voice how words are
    put together is what really gives writing
    voiceit is possibly the most important stylistic
    choice a writer makes.
  • two basic considerations
  • sentence length
  • sentence structure

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WRITING EXERCISEJR 19 Comma Types
  • Prompt (a) write a short poem, and each line
    must begin with a preposition.
  •   
  • Prompt (b) document the following comma types
    and the examples provided on the board.
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  • starter commas
  •  
  • conjunction commas
  •  
  • island commas
  •  
  • list commas
  •  
  • "Hey, you!" commas
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WRITING EXERCISEJR 20 Fluency Application
  • Prompt (a) select any mundane activity (e.g.,
    cleaning the house, tending to bills, standing in
    line at the grocery store, etc.). Document the
    activity in your response space.
  •  
  • REMEMBER THE FIVE SENSES
  • SIGHT
  • SOUND
  • TASTE
  • TOUCH
  • SMELL
  • "As to adjective when in doubt, strike it out."
    Thoreau
  •  
  •  
  • Prompt (b) your character is engaged in the
    mundane activity you selected, and your goal is
    to (1) capture each of the five senses in
    wonderfully vivid ways and (2) be hyperconscious
    of sentence crafting. However, here's the twist
    your character has recently fallen in love, is
    suffering from a hangover, OR is just about to
    engage in her/his ultimate vice while performing
    the task.

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REVIEWING OPENINGS
  • a refresher BEGINNINGS
  • drops the reader into the middle of action
  • provides a good deal of the necessary background
    information to get your reader up to speed
  • must establish the major dramatic question
  • You need to start at the "right" timenot two
    days beforehand.
  • It is fabulous when you begin at the point of
    change.
  • You should provide a sufficient amount of
    exposition, but remember that the reader wants to
    get to the action.

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REVIEWING OPENINGS
  • Hurson's Their Eyes Are Watching God
  • Ships at a distance have every man's wish on
    board. For some they come in with the tide. For
    others they sail forever on the horizon, never
    out of sight, never landing until the Watcher
    turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams
    mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.
  • Now, women forget all those things they don't
    want to remember, and remember everything they
    don't want to forget. The dream is the truth.
    Then they act and do things accordingly.
  • So the beginning of this was a woman and she
    had come back from burying the dead . . .  

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REVIEWING OPENINGS
  • Hornby's High Fidelity
  • Prologue
  • THEN . . .
  • My desert-island, all-time top five most
    memorable split ups, in chronological order
  • Alison Ashworth
  • Penny Hardwick
  • Jackie Allen
  • Charlie Nicholson
  • Sarah Kendrew
  • These were the ones that really hurt. Can you
    see you name in that lot, Laura? I reckon youd
    sneak into the top ten, but theres no place for
    you in the top five those places are for the
    kind of humiliations and heartbreaks that youre
    just not capable of delivering. That probably
    sounds crueler than it is meant to, but the fact
    is that were too old to make each other
    miserable, and thats a good thing, not a bad
    thing, so dont take your failure to make the
    list personally. Those days are gone, and good
    fucking riddance to them unhappiness really
    meant something back then. Now its just a drag,
    like a cold or having no money. If you really
    wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me
    earlier.
  • One
  • NOW . . .
  • see p. 35

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REVIEWING OPENINGS
  • Fielding's Bridget Joness Diary
  • Prologue
  • New Years Resolutions side by side

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REVIEWING OPENINGS
  • Sparks's The Notebook
  • Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story
    end?
  •  
  • The sun has come up and I am sitting by a
    window that is foggy with the breath of a life
    gone by. I'm a sight this morning two shirts,
    heavy pants, a scarf wrapped around my neck and
    tucked into a thick sweater knitted by my
    daughter thirty years ago. The thermostat in my
    room is set as high as it will go, and a smaller
    space heater sits directly behind me. It clicks
    and groans and spews hot air like a fairy-tale
    dragon, and still my body shivers with a cold
    that will never go away, a cold that has been
    eighty years in the making. Eighty years, I think
    sometimes, and despite my own acceptance of my
    age, it still amazes me that I haven't been warm
    since George Bush was president. I wonder if this
    is how it is for everyone.
  • My life? It isn't easy to explain. It has not
    been the rip-roaring spectacular I fancied it
    would be, but neither have I burrowed around with
    the gophers. I suppose it has most resembled a
    blue-chip stock fairly stable, more ups than
    downs, and gradually trending upward over time. A
    good buy, a lucky buy, and I've learned that not
    everyone can say this about his life. But do not
    be mislead. I am nothing special of this I am
    sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and
    I've led a common life. There are no monuments
    dedicated to me and my name will soon be
    forgotten, but I've loved another with all my
    heart and soul, and to me, this has always been
    enough.  

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REVIEWING OPENINGS
  • King's Apt Pupil
  •   He looked like the total all-American kid as
    he pedaled his twenty-six inch Schwinn with the
    apehanger handlebars up the residential suburban
    street, and that's just what he was Todd Bowden,
    thirteen years old, five-feet-eight and a healthy
    one-hundred and forty pounds, hair the color of
    ripe corn, blue eyes, white even teeth, lightly
    tanned skin marred by not even the first shadow
    of adolescent acne.
  • He was smiling a summer vacation smile as he
    pedaled through the sun and shade not too far
    from his own house . . .

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REVIEWING OPENINGS
  • Palahniuk's Fight Club
  • Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that
    Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the
    first step to eternal life is you have to die.
    For a long time though, Tyler and I were best
    friends. People are always asking, did I know
    about Tyler Durden.
  • The barrel of the gun pressed against the back
    of my throat, Tyler says, "We really won't die."
  • With my tongue I can feel the silencer holes we
    drilled into the barrel of the gun. Most of the
    noise a gunshot makes is expanding gases, and
    there's the tiny sonic boom a bullet makes
    because it travels so fast. To make a silencer,
    you just drill holes in the barrel of the gun, a
    lot of holes. This lets the gas escape and slows
    the bullet to below the speed of sound.
  • You drill the holes wrong and the gun will blow
    off your hand.
  • "This isn't really death," Tyler says. "We'll
    be legend. We won't grow old." 

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WRITING EXERCISEJR 21 Examining Openings
  • Prompt what patterns do you notice between the
    various openings? what strikes you about the
    authors' choices?

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IMITATION FLUENCY
  • Excerpted from Hurston's Their Eyes Are Watching
    God
  •  
  • It was a spring afternoon in West Florida.
    Janie had spent most of the day under a
    blossoming pear tree in the back-yard. She had
    been spending every minute that she could steal
    from her chores under that tree for the last
    three days. That was to say, ever since the first
    tiny bloom had opened. It had called to her to
    come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown
    stems to glistening leaf-buds from the leaf-buds
    to snowy virginity of bloom . . .
  • Excerpted from Student-Writer Malia Dean's
    Imitation
  •  
  • It was a winter morning in Pearl Harbor. Paul
    had spent most of the night in a downtown Waikiki
    bar. He had been spending every minute that he
    could steal from time to escape the horrors of
    the possibility of death which could occur at any
    moment and remembering the loves claimed every
    day for the fight of freedom. That was to say,
    ever since the first moment of realizing his air
    tubes could be cut without warning had opened his
    eyes to live in the moment. It called him to come
    and gaze at the painted ladies and submerge
    himself into a world of mystery. The starch white
    neatly pressed uniforms illuminated the night
    like fireflies, as they lumbered about the
    streets looking for an opening to seek refuge for
    the moment before moving on to the next lighted
    tavern willing to serve another drink . . .

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WRITING EXERCISEJR 22 Imitation
  • Prompt imitate one of the following openings, by
    utilizing the author's sentence constructions to
    describe your protagonist.
  • He looked like the total all-American kid as he
    pedaled his twenty-six inch Schwinn with the
    apehanger handlebars up the residential suburban
    street, and that's just what he was Todd Bowden,
    thirteen years old, five-feet-eight and a healthy
    one-hundred and forty pounds, hair the color of
    ripe corn, blue eyes, white even teeth, lightly
    tanned skin marred by not even the first shadow
    of adolescent acne. He was smiling a summer
    vacation smile as he pedaled through the sun and
    shade not too far from his own house . . .  
  • The sun has come up and I am sitting by a window
    that is foggy with the breath of a life gone by.
    I'm a sight this morning two shirts, heavy
    pants, a scarf wrapped around my neck and tucked
    into a thick sweater knitted by my daughter
    thirty years ago. The thermostat in my room is
    set as high as it will go, and a smaller space
    heater sits directly behind me. It clicks and
    groans and spews hot air like a fairy-tale
    dragon, and still my body shivers with a cold
    that will never go away, a cold that has been
    eighty years in the making. Eighty years, I think
    sometimes, and despite my own acceptance of my
    age, it still amazes me that I haven't been warm
    since George Bush was president. I wonder if this
    is how it is for everyone.

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WRITING EXERCISEJR 23 One Avenue for Opening
  • Prompt let's try one avenue for opening your
    novelsimply drop your protagonist into an urgent
    moment (or point of change) and write.
  • Heads Up
  • sift through your favorite authors prose,
  • and select a fabulously amazing segment
  • for an upcoming imitation exercise.
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