Traveler: Storyteller Tales: The Vordan Named

            The woman nodded to the word, “lawyer,” but her eyes were darting around.  She gave the impression that all of this suddenly caught up to her and she was feeling a bit overwhelmed.  “Corporate contracts and such.”  She managed to say that much.

            “Good.  My name’s Glen.”

            The African-American woman pulled out a thin billfold.  “Roberta Brooks, FBI.”  She showed her I. D. but the woman lawyer shook her head.

            “The FBI doesn’t have flying saucers.”

            “Carlson is with the State Department.”  Ms Brooks pointed at the man who was still in the doorway.  “Sanchez, here is with the ATF.”

            Glen handed Sanchez his car keys.  “Glad you didn’t crush my car.  It’s that silver Ford.  Tell my wife I’ll be late for supper, will you?”  Sanchez looked briefly at the black woman.  She nodded her head and Sanchez smiled.

            “I’m only sorry I’ll miss it,” Sanchez said as he headed toward Glen’s car.

            Glen returned the smile as he once again took the pretty blond by the hand.  He began to pull her forward as he and Ms Brooks started toward the ramp and the saucer.  “So Bobbi, what are the Vordan doing here?”  Glen asked.

            “Vordan?”  Ms Brooks said the word as if tasting it for the first time.  “We did not even know who they were.  You tell me.”

            “Mister Smith not around?”

            “No, and that concerns us as well.  There are three battleships on the dark side of the moon, and we only found out that much by accident.  Normally, Mister Smith shows up with that kind of information, but no one has seen him.”

            “Can’t be time for…”  Glen stopped walking.  Clearly he did not finish his sentence.  “Still, this is a Kargill planet by treaty.  The Vordan have no business being here.”

            The high pitched wail that came from the parking lot caused them all to hold their ears.  Apparently there were some Vordan still on the ship and they were taking off for the skies.

            “Get them.  Can’t you get them?”  The woman lawyer asked.

            Bobbi shook her head.  “We got lucky to find them on the ground.  Despite appearances, our vehicle is just a modified stealth bomber with Harrier capabilities.  We are not a space corps.” The Vordan vehicle was already out of sight.  Glen turned and once again held out his hand, but this time the woman balked like before.

            “Do you have a name?”  Glen asked.

            “No.  I’m not getting in that saucer thing,” she protested.

            “I need a lawyer.  How are you with treaties?”

            “I’m a lawyer,” Bobbi protested.

            “When was the last time you practiced or dealt with binding contracts?”  Glen asked and Bobbi said no more.  Glen turned again to the woman.  “What do you say we hire you, name your fee.  After all, I assume there isn’t time to send this out for bids.  By the way, are you any good?”

             The woman stood up straight.  “I am very good,” she said, proudly.  “But wait.”

            “Oh, come on,” Bobbi said.  “Glen won’t bite.”

            “Not hard anyway.”  He and Bobbi shared a knowing look.

            The woman lawyer still hesitated.  “How long?”

            Bobbi shrugged, but Glen responded.  “One day at a time,” he said.  “You can go home anytime you give the word.”

            “Promise?”

            Glen crossed his heart.  “See?  On the left just like you said.”  That got the woman to smile as they walked up to the ship entrance.

            “So who are you people?”  She asked.

            “Men in black,” Glen answered.

            “I am not a man,” Bobbi said.

            “But you are black,” Glen countered as they stopped in the doorway.  Bobbi slapped Glen in the elbow where the short sleeve of his armor did not quite reach to the long gloves he wore.

            “Don’t you ever get tired of that joke?”  Bobbi asked.

            “It’s always like the first time for me.”  A serious expression came and went across Glen’s face, but then his smile returned as he stepped aside to let the women in first.  “So what is your name?”

            “Alice.”

            “Well, Alice.  Welcome to wonderland.”

            The inside of the saucer looked more like a corporate jet than the inside of an alien craft.  While the ship lifted straight up, Bobbi took Alice by the arm and pulled her to the front.  Glen fell in behind.  “Let me introduce you.”  Bobbi pointed to a middle-aged pilot and a co pilot who looked close to Ms Brook’s age of somewhere in the mid sixties.  “Captain Stoloyovich is an ex-astronaut who went twice on shuttles to the International Space Station.”

            “Fyodor,” the man said.  He turned his head briefly and smiled but did not move his hands or take his real attention from his tasks.

            “Alice Summers,” Alice responded, kindly.

            “Alice is a lawyer the Traveler picked out.”

            “Congratulations, I think,” Fyodor said.

            “Hi, I’m Glen, I think.”  Glen spoke in a strange tone of voice and as he looked at Alice, he added a thought.  “Was I someone else back there?”  Alice nodded, not knowing what else to do.  “Diogenes.”  Glen gave the young man a name, but when he looked at Bobbi he added another thought.  “I think.”  He shook his head.  “Too much memory coming back to me too fast.  Maybe I need to sit down.”

            “Who are you?”  Alice finally asked, now that Glen reminded her that he had briefly been a completely different person.

            “WhoamI?”  Glen ran the words together.  “Maybe you should just call me WhoamI for now.”

            “Can’t.”  The old copilot looked up and turned toward the group.  “Jackie Chan already did that one.”

            “Lockhart!”  Glen yelled.  He shook the old man’s hand, vigorously, even as he noticed that the man was in a wheel chair.

            “How’s the Princess?”  Lockhart asked, and Bobbi had no trouble slapping the old man in the shoulder despite the wheelchair.  Lockhart looked appropriately humble for about three seconds.

            “We’re not supposed to tell him about lifetimes he does not remember for himself.”  Bobbi explained to Alice who nodded but was becoming very confused.  Glen, meanwhile, had no trouble answering Lockhart’s question.

            “She is great.  Good as ever.  Still young, too.”

            “It isn’t fair, you know,” Lockhart complained, though he looked like he would not mind seeing the Princess again, young as she might be.

            “Unfair?  Tell me about it.”  Glen also complained and rubbed his lower back as he stepped over to a table where a chair seemed to be calling to him.  The table was full of papers, and three people, two men and a woman, who were working their way through some rather large files and typing furiously on computer consoles in their off moments.

            Glen sat heavily and ignored them all.  Bobbi and Alice came over to sit in comfortable chairs where they could watch him.  Bobbi only paused briefly to speak to the three at the table.  Lockhart followed them after a moment and brought his own chair with him.

            “I would say you all have some explaining to do.”  Alice spoke again as soon as she had a chance to breathe.

            “Actually, we know nothing about the Vordan.”  Bobbi responded.  “We do not even know if they are hostile.”

            “I imagine she is thinking of something else.”  Lockhart pointed at Glen.

            Alice agreed.  “Look, I get the Men in Black bit.  I saw the movie.  So we got aliens on the moon.  So I look good in black, but I am engaged.  Actually, all of this sounds like a show my fiancé would like, if only there was some football in it.  Anyway, I was talking about him.”  She also pointed at Glen.

            “That is a little more difficult to explain,” Bobbi said.

            “Is he an alien too?”  Alice asked.

            “No,” Bobbi said emphatically.  “He is one of us and that is what makes it so difficult.”

            “Not so hard,” Lockhart said as they watched Glen put his head in his hands.  Glen appeared to be mumbling to himself but was otherwise in his own little space.  They spoke around him. 

            “I tried Vordan under every possible spelling.”  One of the paper shufflers interrupted.  “All I can find is a reference that says see Gaian, but when I looked under Gaian it said, mind your own business.”

            Neither Bobbi nor Lockhart knew what to make of that, but there was a little chuckle from the cockpit, and Glen paused briefly in his introspection to grin.  “Keep looking.”  Bobbi decided, and Alice took the stage again.

            “Well?”  That was all she had to say.

On Stories: Plots of Competition: The Adversaries

This plot is perhaps the most basic of all plots in the plot library.  It can be summed up with one word “against” and satisfies my professional writing friends who delineated plot for me in three (or 4) forms:  “Man against man, man against God (nature) and man against himself.”

As far as internal versus external storylines goes, the internal (character driven) story will generally be found in “man against himself” plot and the external (action/event oriented) story will generally be found in the “man against man” plot, but not invariably, not always.  As for “man against God (nature),” it can go either way, but tends to lean toward internal storylines.

Man against Man:

This may be the most basic of the basic.  It is the mainstay of the B-movie where the good guy wears a white hat and the bad guy wears a black hat.   The “against” is the given point that needs to be remembered, and everything in the plot must bend to that directive.  Here is where you will find the basic protagonist (good guy) and basic antagonist (bad guy), and the stories built on this alone are innumerable.  (Then again, there are some stories where even those lines blur, for example Neil Simon’s The Odd Couple.  Who is the bad guy?)

Unlike the B-movies and most comic books, the protagonist need not be perfect and the antagonist need not be evil.  They may well be two people trying to do the right thing.  They may each have a mix of internal conflicts going on.  Invariably, though, they will be distinguished in the story by their decisions and actions, usually on moral grounds.  How often has the antagonist believed that the ends justify the means?  How often has the protagonist tried to save the life of the antagonist in the end?

Yes, this is one of those plots where a writer has to be careful.  It lends itself much too easily to cardboard characters and B-movies.  But then, if you are careful, you might produce  the next Star Wars.  That series of movies is built primarily as an adversary plot.  Luke Skywalker rises against the Empire, but is beaten down.  He becomes a Jedi and proves himself against Jobba the Hut. Then, finally, he has the showdown with the Emperor and the Vader himself.

The Magnificent 7 (7th Samurai) is another great adversarial plot, but from these examples you can see that “man against man” need not be just two people.  War stories are mostly adversarial plots, whatever else may be going on in the story.  Consider D-day, Patton, Massada.

NOTE: it is in the “whatever else is going on” that a writer can often avoid a plot of complete cardboard.  Even the thinnest white hat-black hat B-western had a love interest to carry some of the load.  And here we see the third wheel which, if you have been reading these posts, you know I recommend to add depth to your story.

Man against God (Nature):

I am only going to mention a few of stories here, because you need only to get the idea.  The Shack would certainly have to be called a “man against God” story, though it may be an EMOTIVE plot as well.  Moby Dick, on the other hand is clearly a “man against nature” story.  What Melville did in the story, though, was add that third wheel in the form of the narrator:  “call me Ishmael.” 

Some stories in this category mix my professional friend’s ideas.  Both Swiss Family Robinson and Lord of the Flies begin as “man against nature” stories, but devolve into “man against man” stories.  There is nothing wrong with that, as these stories show, but it is important for a writer to know going in to be able to make a smooth transition.  Then there is Homeward Bound.  It is not exactly a “man against nature” story, but you get the idea.

Man against himself:

Robinson Caruso, on the other hand, is essentially a man against himself story even though it outwardly appears as another “man against nature” idea.  Likewise, you will find some sports stories are really “man against himself” stories despite the outward competition.  Rocky might fit here, or The Mighty Ducks, or The Bad News Bears, though honestly, while these are still competitive stories, they are underdog plots…  And anyway, now we are headed back toward B-movie land.

The Plot: 

Adversary plots generally follow the same pattern.  Two forces, often two persons stand against each other in a way which appears that one will win (succeed) and one will lose (fail)—though sometimes both lose and rarely both win.  The two need not have the same strengths and weaknesses, but they should begin on fairly even ground.

The against is all that is needed to provide conflict, tension and resolution.  Consider James Bond versus Doctor No, Sherlock Holmes versus Doctor Moriarity, Van Helsing versus Dracula, or Doctor Jeckel versus himself.  Versus (against) says and does it all.

Most of the time, early in the story, the antagonist gains an advantage.  The poor Count of Monte Cristo ended up in prison.  The meat of the story is the return or “rising up again” of the protagonist to that equal footing and status – to where there is a second chance at the one on one.  The resolution is how things turn out.  As often as not, the antagonist is overcome and never will rise again, unless it is a series…

Then again, the Count of Monte Christ is really a Rivalry plot, but that will have to wait until next time.

Traveler: Storyteller Tales: The Vordan Arrive

“Excuse me.”

Glen looked down from his perch.  He stood on an upside-down milk crate in order to adjust the butter which would not fit correctly on the top shelf.  The girl was blond and very pretty, and about half of Glen’s age which would put her under thirty, but not by much.  Glen ran his fingers through his gray and mostly missing hair and felt very old.

“Excuse me.”  The woman repeated herself and she attempted a smile though it was a very poor attempt.  “I would like one of those.”  She pointed.  Glen tried not to sigh as he stepped off the crate so she could reach around him.  She was still trying to smile when Glen grabbed her.  The butter went on the old tile floor, the woman landed on the butter and Glen landed on top of the woman. 

She screamed.  “What is wrong with you!  I am a lawyer…”  She did not finish the sentence as the margarine above their head exploded in a flash of blue-white light. 

Glen grabbed the woman by the hand and dragged her around the corner, into the bread aisle.  She still screamed, but sat and watched as the old man in her face vanished and a well built young man with a terrific smile appeared in front of her.  He was dressed in chain armor that looked ancient, like something medieval, if not Roman, and he had the sword to go with it, slanted across his back with the handle sticking above his left shoulder.

“N-no.  Ex…”  The young man wanted to say “Excuse me” in echo of her words, but his stutter got in the way, and he had other concerns.  Keeping low was a big one.  The young man peeked around the corner of the aisle and whipped out the long knife that rested across the small of his back.  He sent it flying with his left hand.  It entered – whatever it was – and the thing shrieked, a thoroughly alien sound, and it collapsed.

“You missed.”  The woman leaned over his shoulder.  Her curiosity had gotten the better of her.  “My fiancé is a doctor.  Heart is on the left.”

The man in armor shook his head as he stood.  The – whatever it was – was on the ground, its weapon having clattered against the dirty tiles. He pointed at the thing and then at the right side of his chest and smiled a smile that melted the poor woman.  Her heart skipped a beat; but then he was gone and the old man came back.  Curiously, he kept the armor, and in fact, the armor adjusted in size to fit the shorter man, belly and all.  He took her hand to bring them close. The woman gave her hand without hesitation.

“Vordan have their heart on the right side,” Glen said.  “But what the Hell is it doing here?”  Glen picked up the alien weapon and held it in a way that suggested he knew how to use it.

“Vordan?”  The woman looked at the green colored creature on the floor.  It looked like it might double as a swamp monster.  “Vordan.”  She repeated and looked at the old man.  “I would guess it is not from around here.” She smiled a genuine smile for the first time.

“Come on.”  Glen pulled on her hand to move them to the front of the store, but the woman balked and yanked her hand free.  One side of her lip turned up as she spoke.  It was not a flattering expression.

“Who the Hell are you?  You’re just a grocery clerk.”

“Actually, I work for a national merchandising company,” Glen said.  He started to walk.

“But, wait!  What is with that chain mail get-up?  Who was that other man?”

“Later.”  Glen turned to walk backwards.  “You coming or not?”

The woman did not hesitate for long.  She had on a soft summer dress and Glen imagined jeans would have been a better choice, but she had on tennis shoes instead of flip-flops so it was nothing for her to catch up.  “Where are we going?”  She asked above the screams that were beginning to echo around the super market.

 “To find the rest of them,” Glen said.  He thrust his arm out to hold her back while he let loose with a shot from that alien gun.  There was one coming in the door, but it got distracted for a second when the door automatically opened.  The Vordan collapsed and Glen rushed outside right over the body, keeping low the whole way to stay below the front windows.  He scooted up against one of the big columns in the shopping center and the woman stayed right on his heels.  He pointed. 

There was an alien ship about the size of a tractor trailer in the parking lot, and three more Vordan hovered around the perimeter.  One spotted him and fired.  Glen turned and held up his cape between the woman and the blue-white energy beam, a cape that the woman had not noticed before.  The shot hit the column, and while the façade melted, the steel beam at the center remained solid enough.

As soon as the enemy fire paused, Glen spun and returned fire.  He did not appear to do any better than the Vordan.  He missed all three and hit the alien ship.  “Bad aim,” she said.  Glen paused and looked at his gun as if something was wrong with it.

“Communications array,” Glen responded, absentmindedly.  “I don’t want them calling in reinforcements.”

“Too late.”  The woman tapped Glen’s shoulder and pointed to the sky.  A saucer-like vehicle was closing in, fast.

“Cavalry,” Glen said as he clicked something on the Vordan weapon and turned to fire again.  The Vordan that had been creeping up close turned on sight of the oncoming ship.  They were running back to their ship.  Glen shot the mechanism that would delay their ability to open the door, and in a few seconds, the saucer vehicle was overhead, emitting a greenish light that encompassed the Vordan ship and everyone around it for twenty yards.  Both humans and Vordan in that section of the parking lot collapsed, and Glen grabbed the woman’s hand once more.  “Come on,” he said, and this time she came without hesitation.

It was a few moments before the saucer was able to land, but it had to crush one car to do it.  The only thing the woman could do was gasp.  The saucer was much bigger than it appeared in the sky.  A door opened in the side of the saucer and a ramp shot to the ground.  A half-dozen armed people poured out and most headed for the Vordan and their ship, but three headed toward Glen and his lady follower.

“At least these look human.”  The woman quipped, but Glen let go of her hand without responding.  He reached out and hugged a big, African-American woman and she hugged him right back. 

Glen smiled at the greeting but turned his head.  “There’s another one by the butter.”  He shouted toward the man who was examining the Vordan in an automatic door that kept trying to close, but opened every time it bumped the body.  Glen kissed the black woman on the cheek before he let go and turned to the blond.  “You’re a lawyer?”

On Stories: Plot and Theme and finding a way in the story wilderness.

Last week I talked with two people, professional writers with numerous books to their credit, and even they can’t agree on the idea of plot.  What they came up with was (“J” 4, “M” 3):  Man against man, Man against God—with man against nature separate or included–and Man against himself. 

What I would like to talk about over the next few weeks is more than 3 or 4 plots.  Of course “J” would probably insist I was writing about themes.  Sheesh!  We can’t even agree on the terminology…  Then again, that may be a strong reason as to why plot has been so misunderstood and, I feel, poorly taught in so many settings.

Out of deference to my friend, I want to talk about 3 themes, each of which may be divided into several plots.  In every case (where I can) I will also try to show how these plots might be tailored to internal (character focused) stories and external (event or action) stories..  Working, then, from back to front:

The third theme I call plots of the heart (or maybe soul or spirit if you prefer those terms).  This is not to say all other plots are devoid of an emotional component, only…It will be a while before I get there.

The second theme will be journey plots.  There are many ways one pursues a quest, and they only occasionally end in funeral plots. (Sorry.  I had to work that in here somewhere)  ANYWAY…   This will be the second theme: a journey of one kind or another,

The first theme I want to tackle are plots of competition, and I put it first only because our study of Cinderella has already given us a competitive plot:  The Underdog.  Plots of competition really include all of the plots my professional writing friends named.  These are plots where there is an “against,” as in, Man against man (the obvious one), but also against God, against Nature and against the self. 

I also put plots of competition first because they are the ones that invariably (though not always) include a protagonist (good guy) and antagonist (bad guy) and so they are the ones everyone thinks of when they think of the word “plot.”  Every story has to have a protagonist and an antagonist, doesn’t it?  No… But for the most part, plots of competition do.

NOW THE DISCLAIMER:  I should maybe post this each time…  No plot is pure apart from some simple short stories and fairy tales.  Every story, and certainly every novel, movie and play will be complicated by sub-plots of one kind or another.  So when I give an example, I am NOT saying it is the ONLY thing the book is about.  I am only saying, in my opinion, it is the MAIN plot in the story (or if not main plot, I will point that out).  Your opinion may vary.  I repeat:  Your opinion may vary.

NOW THE PREPARATION:  In the course of these posts, I will not (normally) give much of a template.  The idea isn’t to plug your characters, and setting into the slots and produce a story.  It is enough to have examples and hopefully get the idea of how the particular plot works.  How you tailor the plot to your story is what will make your story great!

For next time, be prepared for The Adversaries!

Writing Secrets 14: “Poofreading” is an art form.

Consider this:  Proofreading is more than just looking for typos.  Sometimes it is the juxtaposition of ideas that makes something unintentionally funny…

I received these in my e-mail in-box.  There is no telling how far around the net they have been, but if you have not seen them, they are worth a look.

Love those Church Ladies.. They’re Back! Those wonderful Church Bulletins!  Thank God for church ladies with typewriters. These sentences (with all the BLOOPERS) actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced in church services—- These are guaranteed to make you LAUGH, OUT LOUD!  

The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.

The sermon this morning: “Jesus Walks on the Water.” The sermon tonight:  “Searching for Jesus.”

Ladies, don’t forget the rummage sale. It’s a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.

Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our community. Smile at someone who is hard to love. Say “Hell” to someone who doesn’t care much about you.

Don’t let worry kill you off – let the Church help.

Miss Charlene Mason sang “I will not pass this way again,” giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.

Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.

Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.

A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.

At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be “What Is Hell?” Come early and listen to our choir practice

Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.

Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled.  Proceeds will be used to cripple children.

Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.

The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment and gracious hostility.

Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM – prayer and medication to follow 

The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.

This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.

Ladies Bible Study will be held Thursday morning at 10 AM. All ladies are invited to lunch in the Fellowship Hall after the B. S. is done.

The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the Congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.

Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.

The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare’s Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM.. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.

Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.

The Associate Minister unveiled the church’s new campaign slogan last Sunday:  “I Upped My Pledge – Up Yours.”

 (NOTE:  “Poofreading” is from an old cartoon in the New Yorker:  A ragged man, back to the wall, holding out a tin cup and a sign which says “former poofreader”)

On Stories: What is a plot, anyway?

How many plots are there, really?  Ask a hundred writers and you may get a hundred answers, but you will find a consistent note in the answers: that the number of plots in this universe is limited and every storyteller since the beginning of history has merely tweaked the same plots over and over.

This question came up recently in a discussion.  One famous author, who shall remain nameless, was definitive in his answer.  He said:  “There are many themes. Hundreds to thousands. But there are only four basic plots. Man against man, man against nature, man against God, and man against himself.”

A second, nameless author came right back.  She said:  “As for basic plots, there are really only three and they were painted on their authors’ cave walls long ago: man against man. man against god [which includes ‘nature’], man against himself.”

Then someone (I’m sorry.  It may have been me) pointed out that Aristotle saw only two plots in the universe:  Internal (character oriented) plots and external (action or event oriented) plots.  Frankly, I like Aristotle better, because it avoids the word “against.”  At the same time, though, I think we can expand on these ideas a little.  Maybe we should call them “plot-themes” though, to avoid the ire of certain authors who shall remain nameless…

What is a plot?

When I began this series of posts, I compared a story to a house.  The setting was the house itself in a settled location and also the props: the furniture and all the little knick-knacks that turn a house into a home.  The characters are, naturally, the people and often the animals who live there and interact: from whence comes the story.  Plot, I said, was like the air.  It fills every room and is the medium through which all action takes place and through which all words must be spoken (since sound does not travel in a vacuum).  Without air, all die; and it has a peculiar virtue in that air is invisible.  So a plot should be invisible, at least until needed.

Plot is needed in two ways:  First, it is needed by the storyteller to keep them on track—to help them tell the story they intend to tell.  Second, it is needed by the storyteller to explain the story when the inevitable question arises:  “What is your story about?”

Cinderella:

Sticking with the story we have butchered in the course of these posts, how would you describe the story of Cinderella?  If you are like my sixteen-year-old son, you will probably start at the beginning and tell the whole thing, taking longer than it would take to watch the Disney movie.  After the third sentence, though, the movie producer would be snoring and probably have you bodily ejected from the building.  I’ve read too many query letters like that.  So that won’t do.

How about setting?  It’s a medieval kind of story full of castles and clocks chiming twelve and shoes…  That really doesn’t tell us anything.  It might spark some interest in a medieval buff or someone with a clock fetish or Imelda Marcos, but even those people will ask for more information.

So maybe character?  It is about a good girl and a wicked step-mother and step-sisters, and a charming prince… Oh, and there’s a fairy in it. Can’t forget the fairy, to which the movie producer is likely to say, “So?”  Again, character alone doesn’t really say anything.  What is the story about?  You want to include character and maybe setting in a query letter for your novel, but the letter needs to be focused on something else.  Plot is what the story is about.  I can describe Cinderella with one word:

Underdog. 

Not even venturing into the written word, mister movie producer, how many successful movies have been built around the underdog theme?  The Bad News Bears, the Mighty Ducks, Rocky…  How about Home Alone, You’ve Got Mail, It’s a Wonderful Life, or maybe Elf???

Not every one of these movies (and the larger list of movies, books, stories and plays that you can probably build) are purely underdog stories, but the gist of the story is there.  In Cinderella’s case, a good little girl is crushed under her stepmother’s thumb, but by her loving nature, and with a little magical help, she is able to overcome her adverse condition and leap-frog over the head of her oppressor into the arms of happiness…  Do you think?

Test Your Knowledge part 4 of 4: after this, it’s back to work…

31.  The side kick in The Magic Flute is:

  1. Pinoccio
  2. Popageno
  3. Papa John

32.  William Tell Overture was written by:

  1. Rossini
  2. Mozart
  3. The Lone Ranger

33.  The Sound of Music was written by:

  1. Lerner & Lowe
  2. Rogers & Hammerstein          
  3. Lewis & Clarke

34.  The Dali Lama is:

  1. A famous religious man
  2. A famous sandwich
  3. A famous circus animal

35.  Along with conquering Western Europe, Julius Caesar was famous for inventing:

  1. The ides of March
  2. The Calendar
  3. The salad

36.  The first Western non-Moslem to complete the Hadj to Mecca was:

  1. Lawrence of Arabia
  2. Richard Burton
  3. Elizabeth Taylor

37.  The famous medical explorer of darkest Africa was:

  1. Doctor Livingston
  2. Doctor Stanley
  3. Doctor Spock

38.  The famous Indian practitioner of non-violent civil disobedience was:

  1. Gunga-Din
  2. Ghandi
  3. Gumby

39.  The great Greek philosopher was:

  1. Plato
  2. Plutarch
  3. Pluto

40.  The Victorian terror of London was a person called:

  1. Doctor Jeckel
  2. Jack the Ripper
  3. Mac the Knife

Answer Key:

 Bonus questions: For the rest of it, it is like I tell my kids:  “Go look it up!”  (think of it as additional procrastination time)…

Test Your Knowledge part 3 of 4: The diversion continues…

21.  One of Shakespeare’s comedies is:

  1. A Little Night Music
  2. A Midsummer Night’s Dream           
  3. A Nightmare on Elm Street

22.  The mystery writer is:

  1. Mickey Spilane
  2. Mickey Mantle
  3. Mickey Mouse

23.  Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening was penned by:

  1. Walt Whitman
  2. Robert Frost
  3. Jack Frost

24.  Who wrote At the Back of the North Wind?

  1. George McDonald
  2. Ronald McDonald
  3. Old McDonald

25.  Peter Rabbit was written by:

  1. Harry Potter
  2. Beatrix Potter
  3. Colonel Potter

26.  No fair list of Mark Twain’s greatest works would be complete without:

  1. David Copperfield
  2. Huckleberry Finn
  3. Huckleberry Hound

27.  Who wrote Alice in Wonderland?

  1. Lewis Carroll
  2. C. S. Lewis
  3. Lewis & Clarke

28.  The Little Mermaid was written by:

  1. The Brothers Grimm
  2. Hans Christian Anderson
  3. Walt Disney

29.  The Legend of Sleepy Hollow was written by:

  1. Washington Irving
  2. George Washington Carver
  3. Irving Berlin

30.  Rodeo was composed by:

  1. Aaron Nevil
  2. Aaron Copeland
  3. Hank Aaron

Bonus Question:

3.  The State that lies furthest to the East is

  1. Maine
  2. Virginia
  3. Alaska

Test your Knowledge part 2 of 4…opportunity to procrastinate

11.  The early radio was invented by:

  1. Marconi
  2. Machiavelli
  3. Macaroni

12.  The Peanut was first exploited by:

  1. Thomas A. Edison
  2. George W. Carver
  3. Charles M. Shultz

13.  The flight at Kitty Hawk was accomplished by:

  1. The Wright Brothers
  2. The Smith Brothers
  3. The Smothers Brothers

14.  The first man to fly a plane solo across the Atlantic was:

  1. Limburger
  2. Lindberg
  3. Limbaugh

15.  Who set a foot on the moon?

  1. Buzz Aldren
  2. John Glen
  3. Ruth Buzzy

16.  The Man for All Seasons was:

  1. Thomas Moore
  2. Clement C. Moore
  3. Michael Moore

17.  Robinson Caruso was written by:

  1. Danny Devito
  2. Daniel Defoe
  3. Bob Denver

18.  The Raven was written by:

  1. Edgar Allen Poe
  2. Ralph Waldo Emerson           
  3. The Disney Channel

19.  The Scarlet Letter is the Story about:

  1. The letter F
  2. The letter A
  3. A letter to Santa

20.  Shakespeare wrote many tragedies, including:

  1. Romeo & Juliet
  2. Pyramis & Thisby       
  3. Lewis & Clarke

Bonus Question:

2.  The 51st State is sometimes said in reference to:

  1. The Senatorial Bar & Grill
  2. Puerto Rico    
  3. New York City

Test Your Knowledge part 1 of 4: a diversion…

1.   The Massachusetts signer of the Declaration of Independence was:

  1. John Adams
  2. John Quincy Adams
  3. Charles Adams

2.   The Virginia Signer of the Declaration of Independence was:

  1. William Jefferson
  2. Thomas Jefferson
  3. Weezy Jefferson

3.   The famous Frenchman who helped the Americans during the Revolution was:

  1. The Marquis de Lafayette
  2. The Marquis de Sade
  3. The Marquis de Queensbury

4.   The British Monarch during the American Revolution:

  1. King Charles
  2. King George
  3. King Arthur

5.   The first President elected from outside the original Thirteen Colonies was:

  1. Andrew Jackson
  2. Jesse Jackson
  3. Samuel L. Jackson

6.   Early explorers for the Northwest Passage were:

  1. Lewis & Clarke
  2. Martin & Lewis
  3. Rowan & Martin

7.   The man who lost the Battle of Little Big Horn was:

  1. Colonel Washington
  2. Colonel Custer
  3. Colonel Sanders

8.   The Marshall plan was drawn up primarily by:

  1. George Marshall
  2. George Thurgood Marshall
  3. Marshall Dillon

9.   Which was not a U. S. President?

  1. Lyndon Johnson
  2. Howard Johnson
  3. Andrew Johnson

10.  Who Discovered Electricity?

  1. Benjamin Franklin
  2. Thomas Edison
  3. Aretha Franklin

Bonus Question:

1.  The Capitol of North Carolina is:

  1. Charlotte
  2. Mayberry
  3. Raleigh           

Good luck.  Have fun.  More later this week……………….