Piscene Food Play

Here’s a photo from Roland Portillo of Cambria, California. He’s an extremely talented photographer I located through a friend from church, Midge Lenoue. She works in a dentist’s office and he’s a patient whose talent she admires. She put us in touch and Roland’s graciously allowed me to showcase his work on my blog. Take a look at his amazing photos at: www.flickr.com/people/rolandbp/ I don’t know how long he spends to get just the right shot, but he certainly has a knack for capturing the quintessential moments of life.

 

What’s going on here? Is the cormorant catching the fish as it jumps out of the water, or is it playing with its food?  How aware is the fish of what is happening? How difficult is it for the bird to eat such a large catch?

Now take this one step further. If this were a setting, what kind would it be? A room, a building, an outdoor park or a forest? What is the atmosphere? How does it smell, taste, feel? What sounds do you hear in this place? What do the bird, the fish, the water, the act of death symbolize? How are they rendered in this setting? For example, the water could be a bed in a dark, undergound room. The fish could be the slick mossy shale that covers the floor. And so on.

It’s quite enlightening to take a natural act of survival and turn it into a setting for your story. Best of all, it comes with symbolism already built in, which can help you deepen the underlying meaning of your tale, and perhaps take you in directions you wouldn’t normally think of going.

Have fun!

Susan Tuttle

Comments? Your story ideas from this photo…

(Hint from Write It Right, Volume 2—Settings: When searching for the right details to render your settings, always keep symbolism in mind. That helps you keep extraneous details out and leaves in only those that are most intrinsic to the story.)

The Shrouded Boat

Here’s a picture that I snapped of “The Rock” in Morro Bay, California, a huge rounded mountain of stone that juts up out of the ocean just off the shore. I thought it would be interesting to view this amazing formation through the forest of boat masts. But I got more than I bargained for when I put it up on the computer screen. I got something I hadn’t seen at the time, a mystery to solve through a story.

 

What fascinates me about this picture is that there is one boat shrouded in green coverings amidst the other fishing boats that are rigged and ready to sail. Why? What has happened to the owner of this boat? Why is this boat covered and deserted? Is it just that this boat is the last to be prepared for sailing in the spring? Or the first to be put to bed for the winter? Is the owner away on an extended vacation, or is something more insidious at work here?

The mystery deepens when you realize that here on the Central Coast of California, sailors don’t fold up for the winter. The Pacific coastal waters in this area are both fished and sailed for pleasure year round. Unless the boats are dry-docked for repairs, they are always ready to depart at a moment’s notice. So, why the shrouding of this boat?

And thereby hangs a tale…

Susan Tuttle

Comments? Your story ideas from this photo…

(Hint from Write It Right, Volume 2—Setting: “Write what you know” doesn’t mean subject matter, it means emotion. Mine the depths of your life experiences when you write emotions to find those closest to what the characters are feeling.)

Firefighting Story

It’s not hard to imagine the story in this photo, taken by Aaron Kondziela at a night-time fire in Buffalo, New York (www.aaronkondziela.com). This photo speaks for itself.

The image contains pathos, fear and urgency. For starters, who are the people in the foreground? Are they firefighters resting from the battle, or merely spectators? Or perhaps they are residents of the building, watching their homes or businesses go up in flames. What thoughts and emotions are they experiencing? What will happen once the fire is out?

How did the fire start? Was it arson? How long berfore it came under control? How much damage was there to adjacent buildings or homes? Perhaps one of the watchers is the one who set the fire.

Note the two cranes from which water is streaming. One appears outlined by blue neon lighting. Is that just a trick of the camera lens, or is the crane actually limned in neon? Perhaps this fire is a hundred years or so in the future, where firefighting companies distinguish their equipment with colored lights. They might even be paid by how many cranes they use. Or which company puts the fire out. This could be a battle between firefighting companies. If so, what rests on one comapny attaining victory over the flames before another one does?

And you thought it was just a picture of a fire, didn’t you?

Susan Tuttle

Comments? Your ideas from this photo…

On Writing: “Read, read, read. Read everything—trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the most. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out the window.” ~William Faulkner

The Cave Monster Character

Here’s a fabulous photo of a natural cave formation that I found on a travel website. (Check it out on www.planetware.com—they have great location pictures that will spark all kinds of setting ideas.)

This picture holds a goldmine of ideas for stories and characters. I couldn’t believe it was an actual rock formation when I first saw it. What came through clearly to me was a fantastic monster head on a narrow stalk of a neck, with fags glistening in the light and scowling brows that overshadow slanted beady eyes. Instantly my sci-fi genes started shrieking in my metaphorical ear, “Oh! Oh! Character! Story!”

Could you ever dream up a better monster on your own? The lines, folds and fringes of rock suggest not only a fiend ready to devour someone, but also a whole planet somewhere far off in another galaxy. Or perhaps deep beneath our own Earth.

Ask yourself: Is this monster truly made of rock, or is what we see hard, scaly skin dripping with fur and stiff bristly hair? Does this creature eat people, or merely kill them? Is it intelligent, or does it act on pure instinct? Perhaps it is guarding a sacred space, a buried treasure, the secret entry to another dimension or world, or merely protecting its own lair. Is it someone’s twisted pet? What does the rest of its body look like? How big is it?

What if this monster were human, a mutation of some kind? Or what if this were the alter-ego of someone who looks and acts normally most of the time? What would trigger the appearance of his monster side? How would someone who loved him react? How would he react while in his monster persona to someone his human incarnation loved?

As you can see, sometimes photos give you not a story idea, but a fascinating character whose story you can tell. Our world is filled with unbelievable wonders that photographers capture on film and that offer writers fodder for a multitude of characters, settings and stories. But we have to learn how to look.

I’ve got lots more… stay tuned.

Susan Tuttle

Comments? Your ideas from this picture…

Word of the Week: Apotheosis (N. Lat. apo, change + theos [god])

Definition: Elevation to divine status; the perfect example

Synonyms: Acme, epitome, exemplar, ideal, paragon, perfection, role model

Usage: According to author Jay Asher, The Monster At The End Of The Book is the apotheosis of an unforgettable three-dimensional suspense story.

Athletes Down

I got this picture from Anna Unkovich, a great writer in her own right. She’s in my “What If? Writing Group” and has a unique perspective on life. She also takes fabulous pictures. This one really spoke to me. (Check Anna out at: www.annaunkovich.com)

 

What is happening here? Is there a runner down, hidden behind the two we can see? Or is one of these two injured? Perhaps they’re just taking a break from their strenuous activity. Or maybe they’ve found something interesting or dangerous at the side of the track. It’s also possible they are praying in preparation for the meet.

Or is something more sinister going on? (Oh! My suspense/mystery roots are showing again!) Is something dead, or have they killed something or someone? If so, they do not seem to be worried about being seen by those beyond the fence. Or perhaps they are into dark magic and are conducting an arcane ritual of some kind.

It could be that they are not athletes at all, but simply workers fixing the track. The certainly are not dressed for running. But whoever they are, something has drawn them to this spot. What is hidden between them that they are contemplating with such concentration? Or is one of them sick and the other lending his support?

Lots of possibilities. Have fun with this one!

Susan Tuttle

Comments? Your ideas from this picture…

(I Recommend: Wild Ride by Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer. Not only a well-written, tightly-plotted romp into fun and danger, but also one of the most clever treatments I’ve ever read. Should be on everyone’s “Must Read” list! You’ll never look at amusement parks the same again.)

Writers Contest Waiting Game

There’s only one week left, now, before the reveal of the winners of the 23rd annual SLO NightWriters Short Story and Poetry contest. This contest has grown so much in just the last two years, from a rather provincial, small-town, local contest to a national writing competition judged by best-selling authors and university professors and entered by writers in the USA and Canada. And, I believe, we even had an entry or two from Great Britain this year.

I always enter this contest, mostly to support SLO NightWriters. I have no illusions. I am a very good writer but these are both word- and line-limited contests, meaning short. This year is the first that the story word-limit was raised from 500 to 750 words–a third bigger but still short, and well within “flash fiction” parameters. And poems cannot be more than 40 lines.

I don’t do short. My first novel (not that I ever show it to anyone) topped off at 275,000 words, and the story wasn’t finished. (The second volume was shorter by 25,000 words and the story still isn’t finished!) My first published novel is 487 pages of suspense. I don’t often write poetry, but when I do, each piece usually runs at least two pages. Plus, this contest is themed every year and I don’t do well with writing to someone else’s specs. I’m a “do it my own way” kind of woman. So, basically I enter simply to show support for a great organization run by fantastic volunteers who keep making NightWriters better and better.

So imagine how stunned and excited I was to learn that both my story and my poem landed on the finalists’ list. (Winners aren’t revealed until the night of the general meeting.) My works may garner only honorable mentions, but with the caliber of judges this year, even the bottom rung on the finalist ladder is a huge honor. Among the judges is a NYT best-selling author and a former SLO County Poet Laureate who is an absolute genius with words. Exalted company, indeed.

Meanwhile, I can’t sleep. My nerves are popping. My mind keeps skipping away from what I need to do, the writing I want to do. My stomach is tied in knots. But it’s good nerves, great knots, even if I’m getting too old the pace the floor at night. And there’s only 6 days, 21 hours, 13 minutes left to wait…

But who’s counting?

The Mourning Bird Story

This photo is one of series I discovered on www.scientopia.org from AbuNawaf.com. The photographer caught a pair of birds in the street, where one lay dying. I chose this photo for its amazing poignancy that lends itself so well to a story.

The easiest choice is to write the story behind the picture. Why is one bird dead? Why does the other mourn for it? Where are the birds, and why has this happened to them? What will happen to the survivor? Were humans involved in this death? Do the people on the street stop to help, to watch? Or do they simply walk by, unheeding? What about other birds? Do they try to help the survivor? This alone would be a wonderful, heart-tugging story of love and loyalty in nature.

But look closer. See beyond the obvious. What if these birds were human? Who would they be? Male, female, young, old? Why are they alone, isolated from other people? What is the live person saying? Is she crying, screaming, mourning? Is she angry, frightened, defiant? Is she the killer? Was it done in self-defense or in malice? Is this a ritual of some kind?

As you can see, there are many ways to interpret a photo to find a unique story. What we see does not have to be taken literally. We can use the images to free-associate to places and situations we might never think of on our own. And thereby find an authentic story to write.

Where will your story go?

Susan Tuttle

Comments? Your ideas from this photo…

Word of the Week: Ineluctable (Adj. Lat. in, not + eluctare, to struggle)

Definition: not to be avoided, resisted, changed

Synonyms: Inevitable, necessary, unavoidable, certain

Usage: Faced with ineluctable doom, he still chose to fight on.

Tale of the Muddy Boots

This picture, from a website advertising hiking gear (http://www.healthyhikergear.com/), immediately caught my eye. Most people would pass it by as a somewhat interesting snapshot of muddy boots and not pay much attention—unless they were into proper footwear for hiking. But my mind immediately started spinning with story ideas.

Because I mainly write mystery and suspense, my imagination went directly to that genre. Has this person just finished digging a grave out in a remote forest? Was he burying someone, or digging up a body? Is he the villain of the story, or the hero? Or an innocent bystander about to become a victim? Is he a kidnapper standing looking at his quarry just before taking her, or after securing her in a remote location?

I know. Not everyone writes murder stories. So, where’s the non-murder story in this picture? Well, he could be an archaeologist standing at the site of a recently excavated ancient village in the middle of a farmer’s field. Or maybe he’s homeless, standing at the edge of a cliff, contemplating ending it all. Perhaps he is merely a hiker who has reached his destination, only to find it altered in some way. He could be a guide for a group of hikers taking stock of their direction, or searching for an alternate route. Or someone who is hunting for gold or buried treasure, searching for a lost child, rescuing a kidnap victim (there’s that mystery, again!), or hunting in the woods after a rain storm.

From one average photograph, you can find a multitude of ideas for stories. With a twist here and a turn there, you could probably come up with a dozen or more basic plots with which to work. Make your own list (feel free to include any of mine that you like), choose the one that speaks most clearly to you, and start writing. You’ll be amazed at what you discover lurking in your subconscious.

(Hint from my Write It Right e-book series: Study the picture then set a timer for 20 minutes and start writing. Don’t stop to think or correct, just keep going. If you get stuck, write about getting stuck until you’re not anymore. Timed writing is a great way to step out of your own way and set your subconscious free. Amazing stories happen when you do that!)

Come back next Thursday for another picture-idea sparker!

Susan Tuttle

Comments? Your ideas from this photo…

 

On Writing: “I began to write short pieces when I was living in a room too small to write a novel in.” ~Angela Cartwright

Of Stories, Writing and Life

I’m starting over, in more ways than one.

First: I’m redoing my blog. I called it “Woman of 1,000 Words” because that’s my nickname in my family. I’d originally intended to write exactly 1,000 words a week, every week, only to find that my reach fell far short of my grasp. It got away from me. I lost ground, lost time, lost words. Bye-bye original idea.

Now I’ve revamped, reinvented and rewrote. I’m keeping the name, but not the 1,000-words-a-week goal. I’ll simply talk here about writing and stories and books and life—about the things that rev my writing motor, so to speak, no matter how many words end up in each post. Hopefully, these things will rev your writing motor, too.

I’m starting with photography. After all, a picture is worth 1,000 words, right? So I’m already ahead there. And photos are everywhere, not just in our own cameras. They’re so prevalent that we don’t pay much attention to them these days unless they’re really unusual or spectacular.

But even ordinary snapshots can ignite a meaningful story, form a fascinating character idea or produce an irresistible setting. I’ll show you how. In addition, I’ll throw in a hint or two from my eBook series, Write It Right: Exercises to Unlock the Writer in Everyone. Or I might challenge you with something on words and their usage, give you a great quote on writing, or recommend a book I’ve enjoyed reading.

And I’m going to post each Thursday, to give you time to read the post, absorb it and have your ideas fresh for exploring over the weekend—two days without work to start plotting and/or writing whatever story you see in the pictures. Ahhh, heaven!

Second: I’m entering that “golden” stage of life where things are supposed to get easier: retirement, social security, Medicare, more free time—though with today’s economy, I’m learning that “easier” is a relative term. Still, it’s supposed to be “golden,” so I’m choosing to take that to heart. Which has led me to…

Third: I quit my job so I can write and edit full time. Life is short (scary-short when you reach this age! I won’t tell, but it’s more than a few years past “gold”). We should fill it with the things we love and I love to write and edit. I want to get up in the morning, turn on the computer and spend a few hours doing dastardly things in my story worlds. I want to drive around searching for the perfect setting to mold into literary shape—and where I can dump bodies. I want to stay up late and commune with my compelling characters—and think up yet another way to kill someone. (You can tell I write mystery and suspense.) This literary world is often more real and exciting to me than the so-called “real” world, anyway, so why not spend more time there?

By the way, that’s me in the middle, flanked by my mom and my son (he designs my book covers when he’s not filming movies). There’s a story in there. Can you find it?

Susan Tuttle, Author

Once More Unto the Techno-Breach…

Here I am again, reinventing my (writing) self online. And enjoying it, much to my amazement. I’ve been dragged kicking and screaming into this technological world, but somehow I seem to be surviving. So far.

Things surely have changed since I first started out, with no real idea of what I wanted to do. The technology makes it easier for techno-phobes like me not to drown in an ocean of bits and bytes. And now I have a better idea of what I want to do with my site.

To that end, I have basically scrapped my old sites. None had my name on them, which at the time I didn’t know was important (the Blog Roll on the right has two of them, Original Blog and Susan T. Creations, in case you’re curious or want to see my old stuff). But I do love the title of my original blog, so I kept it: Woman of 1,000 Words. That’s my nickname in my family – guess I talk a lot! – and I’m no Hemingway in my writing, either. So, I’m keeping that name, just revamping the subject matter of the blog.

So, you’ll find a page here called “Woman of 1,000 Words” that will contain my story-idea blog postings only. They’re great fun, oodles of ideas complete with pictures. I’m hoping they’ll get your writing juices flowing. I’ll post one of those every Thursday at 3:00 p.m. Pacific time. All other info will go down the center of my home page: what I’m writing, conundrums I’m trying to solve, book signings, good books I’m reading, poetry, rants, etc. – whatever strikes my fancy. No rhyme or reason to subjects or post dates for home page stuff. Just whatever, whenever. But a definite weekly schedule for “Woman of 1,000 Words.”

Time now to go back to my YA novel, a new genre for me. Quite a learning experience. I somehow have to get my male protagonist across a very dangerous meadow and into an even more dangerous hut. With magicks involved…

See you soon!

Susan Tuttle