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Coincidences are a fact of life. They’re also a method authors sometimes use in plotting a book. Fantasy lends itself to invention, but the author can come to rely of coincidence as a way to get out of a situation in which she’s backed herself into a corner. I used to do critiques as a business, and this is one of the situations I’d run into with pre-published writers. Overuse of coincidence can make a reader feel cheated because the author hasn’t plotted the book carefully enough to avoid most of them.
“I just can’t imagine that it’s only a coincidence. I think they feel that it’s kind of getting out of their control, and they’re trying to tighten it back up.” – Ken Matson, Ohio University Professor
co·in·ci·dence, noun
A striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance.
There are two TV programs running now that depend heavily on coincidence, so much so that they wouldn’t exist without them. In “Awake,” a police detective has lost both his wife and son in a tragic car accident. He finds that he is spending time in alternate worlds, one in which his wife died but his son survived, and the other in which his son died but his wife survived. The switchover happens when he is asleep. Is he crazy? That’s yet to be determined. What is certain is that happenings in his professional life as a detective in one world affect events in the other world. For example, in world A, a crime scene brings him to a numbered parking spot. In world B, the number of that parking spot turns out to be the address important to solving the location of a crime. This type of coincidence happens in every episode, more than once. In the program, it adds to the eerie feeling that one or both (he could be dead himself?) of these worlds is beyond our understanding. In a book in which we aren’t questioning the sanity of the main character, repetition that often as a major plot device would get old—fast. You’d flip to a new chapter and think, “Here comes another whopper.”
Another program, “Touch,” is based entirely on what seem to be puzzling coincidences to the father of Jake, a mute, special needs son. The premise is that people are linked together and their lives intersect in ways that can be understood by the son. The father struggles to communicate with Jake to understand the knowledge the boy is attempting to pass on. Each program builds up actions we don’t understand when taken separately, but then links them together through Jake, and everything falls into place by the end of the hour. The message to take from this is that there is no such thing as coincidence; it only seems so when looked at by someone who doesn’t see the whole picture. With this idea, it’s okay to have a book that uses a lot of coincidences as long as they are explained and made to seem inevitable in the end.
What’s an author to do?
When I was beginning my writing career, I was told that the solution of your major plot probably shouldn’t hinge on a coincidence, but that you could use coincidences in a book as long as you didn’t overdo it. Vague advice, I’ll admit. In a fantasy, the author could be exploring coincidence as a supernatural event, so there might be quite a few of them in the book, as there are in the TV programs “Awake” and “Touch”. The more reality-based the fantasy is, such as in urban fantasy that mimics our world but with a twist, the less likely it is that readers will open their mouths wide and swallow a steady feeding of coincidences. That means maybe two or three per book, none of which resolve the main plot. In a story that isn’t exploring coincidences, if the only way the author can come up with to end the book is with a coincidence rather than something that logically flows from the events in the story—well, I’d say more thought is in order. A great tool for that is the synopsis, a five (or so) page summary that can be written before starting the book. When boiled down to a mere five pages, showing only the bones of the story, it will be clear whether coincidence is playing too large a role. The synopsis will also point out other broad weaknesses in a plot.
I was thinking about this issue as I wrote Deliverance. The opening action scene, where Maliha chases a bad guy, occurs by coincidence. She wasn’t actively hunting the guy at the moment; she simply spotted him when traveling to another city and the chase started. This is great for putting her at a disadvantage. She’s unprepared. The weather is icy outside and she’s running barefoot, in shorts and a t-shirt, straight from her hotel room. She doesn’t have her usual full complement of weapons. But she’s determined to go after the man and put a stop to his activities in the human slave trade. What does this provide in the book? Drama. Fear that Maliha is really going to mess up big time. Admiration for her motivation. An opportunity to run around on ice-covered rooftops, drawing the reader into the action right away. So after careful evaluation, I decided that this coincidence was worth it. I don’t think there are many, if any, other coincidences in the book. Besides, I take this to heart:
“Having no unusual coincidence is far more unusual than any coincidence could possibly be.” - Isaac Asimov, author of science fiction, fantasy, and a lot more. A crater on Mars is named for him.
Here’s an excerpt of Chapter One of Deliverance, showing all those features I considered. Was the coincidence worthwhile in this case? What do you think about coincidences in general in books?
"Maliha Crayne placed her feet carefully on the old clay-tiled roof. Freezing rain made the passage treacherous. Xietai, the man she was chasing, seemed as sure-footed as a gazelle. She had already sent a tile sliding to the street three stories below.
It was three in the morning, and although New York never sleeps, the residents of this neighborhood did. Most of them, anyway. As another tile clattered to the sidewalk, a window was flung open and a woman’s head appeared, her neck twisted to look up at the roof.
“What’s goin’ on up there? Think yer Santa Claus or somethin’? Get off my roof!”
With flat roofs all around, he has to choose one with tiles. Should have gone around and picked up his trail on the other side. Maliha 0, Xietai 1.
Xietai had been in her sights twice before, and he’d eluded her. He ran a human trafficking ring, bringing Asian girls to America, and then sending American girls to Asia. Round-trip profits. Complicating matters was that Xietai was the son of one of Maliha’s dearest friends, Xia Yanmeng. Maliha planned to bring Xietai to justice but with his record of confrontation, it was possible she’d have to kill him.
Kill Yanmeng’s son. Not sure how he’d feel about that, even though the two of them are estranged. If my daughter Constanta had survived her birth and grown up evil, would I be hunting her?
Maliha came to the end of the tiled roof and paused briefly. Xietai’s footprints led her on into the moonless night. Using her ability to view auras, she could see the outline of his footsteps and the tendrils of red and black twining together, rising from them. Normally she used her aura vision for a few seconds at a time, a quick check to see if someone was lying or to make sure she faced a truly evil person before plunging her sword into him. Constant viewing, as she was doing now to track Xietai, was draining. His aura footprints were clear, but her surroundings were a little out of focus. As long as Xietai kept out of her normal sight, he had an advantage.
Maliha felt a touch on her shoulder, as soft as if she’d been brushed by a bird’s wing. Yanmeng was a remote viewer, and he was signaling her that he was viewing her now. He’d been trying to increase his remote presence to the point that he could move objects. He’d made some progress but it was erratic. She could extend her arm and make an L-shape with her fingers, the sign they’d agreed upon for him to withdraw, and he would immediately stop remote viewing her. At least, she trusted that he would.
She didn’t make the withdrawal sign.
It’s his son. Yanmeng’s not going to like this, but it’s not right to hide it from him.
She swung over the edge of the roof, hung briefly by one hand, and dropped down to an adjacent flat roof. Landing with a forward roll to break the momentum of the fall, she put out a hand to avoid sliding on the patchy ice. She scraped the side of her hand raw on the rough roofing material. She wasn’t an accomplished traceuse—tracer—so her hands weren’t calloused. The man ahead of her was a highly skilled practitioner of parkour, a method of crossing obstacles in the most efficient way and the shortest time.
She ran barefoot, with loose black shorts, a black t-shirt, a belly bag with a few throwing stars secured inside so they couldn’t shift and hurt her, knives strapped to her thighs, with her thick black hair flowing behind her. It was late November, and an icy rain pelted her face and other exposed skin. Maliha wasn’t prepared for this pursuit, but when Xietai crossed her path, she had to try it.
Maliha jumped to a building a dozen feet away. She rolled, then ran and dropped to the fire escape.
Could he be Ageless?
Her bare feet landed lightly on the fire escape’s icy stairs, and at each landing, she vaulted the railing to the next run of stairs. She dropped the last ten feet to the ground. Thin red wisps spiraled eerily up from slushy puddle he’d passed through. She cleared the puddle in a small hop. Ahead a wall loomed. He’d taken her down a dead-end alley. Using the momentum of her run, she stepped up the brick wall to a balcony, used a spring from the rail to power another couple of steps, and then muscled up to the roof.
No good. Blind corner...
Anticipating a trap, Maliha threw one of her knives, then ducked and rolled as a sword swung powerfully where her neck should have been. She lashed out with her second knife, scored a deep gash in Xietai’s calf, and felt the splash of hot blood on her hand.
That should slow him down a little.
Xietai took off into the night, running away before she’d come fully out of her roll. She retrieved her thrown knife from where it had landed. Her opponent took them down to street level. She was gratified to see a blood trail in the pale cone of light from a street lamp.
He bleeds too much to be Ageless.
Then she spotted Xietai on the roof of a run-down theater, standing next to the marquee with its hundreds of broken bulbs. His aura was blacker than the night sky washed by city lights, and the spidery electric red web of his anger had intensified since she’d wounded him."
A demon's assassin for centuries, Maliha Crayne has gone rogue, determined to save a life for every one she's destroyed in order to free herself from an eternity of enslavement, damnation, and excruciating torment. But as the powers that sustained her in the past fade, she is wary of trusting those closest to her-especially her lover, Jake. Should Maliha listen to her heart or the alarms going off in her head? Then her closest friends begin to disappear, one by one. Amid her anger, suspicion, and sorrow, she feels her life spiraling out of control.
Worse still, a beautiful, Renaissance murderess is recruiting Maliha as her new assassin. Maliha is turning into a lethal puppet with an evil Immortal pulling the strings, forced to kill innocents or see her missing friends die horribly. Suddenly trapped in a moral no-man's land, Maliha is damned if she does and damned if she doesn't…and time is rapidly running out.
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I have to share with you guys the reason I decided to add this theme in the last couple “Top 5 Sundays” polls.
I have to be honest and say that I tend to not being a fan of Books turning into movies. Not that I don’t LOVE the idea of seeing my fave characters in the flesh, but after being more burned than not, I tend to be cautious.
Don’t get me wrong, I will be a fan girl and rush to the theater for those movies, but more often than not they usually don’t reach even close to my expectations =/
However, a couple of years ago I read an Urban Fantasy book that made me for the first time EVER think: “This would make an awesome movie!” – So much so that I rushed to my dad to tell him about the plot and gush and simply go and on as he stood there looking at me like I was crazy LOL
Oh well! hehe So that is the reason for this theme and the book I was just talking about is the first one listed bellow =D
I can’t wait to see your lists!
This week’s results:
Books That Should Be Movies! = 15 (78%)
Favorite Reading Spots! = 4 (21%)
The theme for today is:
Books/Series That Should Be Movies!
But first, a little bit about this feature and the rules to join in…
Every Sunday I will post a TOP 5 list on the blog. It can be about anything and every week I'll have a new theme {You can vote on next week’s theme on my left sidebar!} and I will ad the Mr.Linky bellow the post so you can do a list with the theme and add you link to it.
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This week’s theme is Favorite Book Boyfriends! Part II
*in no particular order
Dark Time by Dakota Banks
This is the book I mentioned in my text in the beginning of the post. AWESOME book!
Night Huntress Series by Jeaniene Frost
Can you imagine all the Bones, Vlad and Ian HOTNESS on the Silver Screen?? WOW!
Kate Daniels Series by Ilona Andrews
On the same note… Curran on the big screen would be heaven… not to mention all the awesome action!
Katherine “Kit” Kat Series by Gini Koch
A bit of Sci-fi mixed with humor! Something new to step in for Men In Black… Bring in some fresh meat =D
Cassie Palmer Series by Karen Chance
The plot is so intricate and so interesting, it would be fantastic!
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World of Lupi Series | Mercy Thompson Series
Fever Series
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Hey Everyone! They’re here! The Winners of the Bookish Have Summer Vacation Event, that me and the girls from Paranormal Haven Hosted, are here! All 25 of them! YAY!
If you entered the giveaways at Paranormal Haven, you need to check out there winner announcement, to see if you’ve won.
Before we get to the good part, I wanna take a minute to thank my fellow bloggers, Athenna and Stephanie from Paranormal Haven for hosting the event with me and of course, ALL the awesome authors that contributed to make this event so awesome!
Alice Clayton Carolyn Crane Dakota Banks Eileen Wilks Gini Koch Jeaniene Frost Jeanne C. Stein Jess Haynes Jocelynn Drake Kelly Gay Lara Adrian Larissa Ione Vicki Pettersson Laura Bickle / Alayna Willams Linda Robertson Michele Barsdley Michelle Rowen Nancy Holzner Seanan McGuire
Zzzzzz... Wait, I have to do more than sleep on my dream vacation! The first requirement is a bunch of no's. No book deadlines, no promo deadlines, no conference dates, no time schedule, and no cell phone. Okay, maybe a cell phone in the car for emergencies. At least three weeks stretching out in front of me on a fine June morning. Road trip!
I'd take my husband because he loves to drive long distances and I don't. My two sons? Nah, they're in college and have their own lives. Can't imagine them wanting to be captive in the minivan with Mom and Dad for a minimum of twenty-one days. Remembering our earlier vacations with kids in tow, I silently applaud when the kids turn down the half-hearted invitation. After all, this is a dream vacation, and now that my husband and I are alone, we get to act silly and do you-know-what.
We set out across Missouri from St. Louis. I have to admit driving across Missouri can be dull, but I tell myself it's only because I've done it a number of times. A virgin visitor would surely be fascinated with the cows in the pastures and the fields of corn and the rolling hills and the June-cut hay rolled into large bales that are scattered across the fields like giant rabbit turds. Kansas has windmills, oil rigs pumping in the fields like those birds that are always drinking from a cup, and sunflowers. It's too early for the sunflowers to bloom, so there will be none of them in the highway median and no big fields of sunflower heads all facing toward the sun. The promise is there, though. Western Kansas dissolves into prairie land, miles and miles of it, that reminds me what the Great Plains must have been like, with pioneer wagons afloat on its shifting sea of grass. We're not in any hurry, so we spend a little time in Kansas, stopping at a pizza restaurant we've been to before. The last time they burned the cheese on top of our pizza and we thought it must have been accidentally overcooked. Looking around this time, we see that everyone's cheese is burned, and have a good laugh about it. That's the kind of thing you can laugh about on a road trip.
There's a certain turn of Interstate 70 in Colorado when the gray fluff at the horizon resolves into the foothills of the Rockies. Approaching Denver, I wonder if we'll stay more than a few hours. I'm sure it's a fascinating city, worthy of a visit all by itself, but having gotten this far, the Rocky Mountains are exerting a tremendous gravitational pull. We bypass the city's enticements and head for Rocky Mountain National Park. The drive there is spectacular, full of twisty canyon curves. I snap photos excitedly, attempting to distract my husband's white-knuckled gaze on the narrow road with "Ooh, look at that!" and "Aw, you missed it." At 4:30 am the next morning, we head to a particular pasture in the park. We cut the headlights as we approach other parked cars and carefully back into a spot so we can look forward into the large open expanse where rangers tell us that big horn sheep and elk come down from the mountains to graze. We have one pair of binoculars we eagerly pass back and forth, refocusing each time, trying to get a glimpse of the critters as dawn creeps up on us with that eerie purple-gray that is as much an emotion as a lighting condition. People in a car nearby snap a useless photo, with the flash reflecting on the inside of the windshield. Finally sun slants across the meadow and all of us leave in a dejected parade. Repeat for the next three mornings. Hope springs eternal.
Many small moments are spent in the park, seeing mountain springs that I use when I want to go to my happy place, and crossing the Rockies high enough to see (but not walk on) a fragile tundra landscape. The air is crisp and my lungs are in love with it.
Skip ahead to the next park, Bryce Canyon in the southwestern part of Utah. Bryce is about 9,000 feet in elevation and the wind is always blowing. At dawn, it reddens your cheeks and chills the inside of your nostrils even in June. There could be a dusting of snow, but this time we don't see any. Bryce is more of a semicircular amphitheater than a canyon. The sunrise glow lights up the reddish, wind-sculpted columns called hoodoos and sets them afire. We have to be there at just the right time and this morning we hit it perfectly. While the Grand Canyon is vast and almost too much to take in, Bryce Canyon's exquisite shapes are personal, its beauty easily absorbed and retained. Because of its isolated location, Bryce is always less crowded than the other western parks. On this early summer dawn, I feel as though all this beauty was set out for me alone. As I stand there, the weather clouds and I catch a snowflake on my tongue.
Now we're going down the steps, as they call it, to Zion National Park, still in Utah. The elevation in this park drops from 8,000 feet to about 3,000 feet. With such a variety of zones, Zion has something for everyone: canyons, mountains, and natural arches. I sit on a sun-warmed rock ledge overlooking Checkerboard Mesa, a massive sandstone rock form with a grid on its surface that looks like the gods have been playing games and left their board behind. A lizard crawls near my foot and then I have a companion sunning itself on the same rock I'm on. Probably I'm the one who has encroached on its regular spot. But I remain still and the lizard graces me with his presence.
We stay at the Bumbleberry Inn near Zion and I have the obligatory piece of Bumbleberry pie. There are no such berries; the pie is made of mixed regular old berries. They happily maintain the fiction, and so does everyone else who stays there. That night I walk a bit away from the Inn and find another sight that burns itself in my mind as deeply as the Bryce Canyon hoodoos in the red light of dawn. The night sky there is the clearest I have every seen it (and I'm something of an aficionado of night skies). So many stars shine down, so brightly, and the Milky Way splashes across the sky so clearly, that I almost feel the weight of all that matter pressing down on me. Astonishing. I don't want to go inside so I fall asleep under the stars and a blanket. Something else occurs to me before I sleep. Checkerboard Mesa, now out of my view, is over in the park doing its thing as it has for thousands of years, daylight or night, and it will when I leave this place. When I am back at my office, all of this will be here--the stars, the mountain, the lizard. Even more, it will be here year after year. Lifetime after lifetime, one age of the earth after another. I have a sense of myself as part of this grand turning wheel. Concerns melt away. My dream vacation has worked its magic.
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Thanks, Larissa, for having me as a guest on your blog. I love being here and having the chance to talk with you and your followers. Dakota Banks is a pen name. I crossed the border this week and signed a check as Dakota Banks when I should have signed my real name, Shirley Kennett. I'm sinking into the Dakota persona so that I have to stop and think which "me" is appropriate for the situation. I have no idea how authors with several pen names manage. But you're in for a treat today! I've decided to let my real self (SK) interview my writing self (DB), and it should be fun and revealing, because SK knows all the juicy questions to ask.
SK: Okay, let's start off with an easy one. What's the worst review you've ever gotten?
DB: Do I have to answer that? It's embarrassing.
SK: Suck it up. You're no delicate rose.
DB: This is from Dark Time, book 1 in the Mortal Path series. "Save your money or spend it on something more worthwhile to read... like a match book or a stenciled toilet paper roll." Ask a nice question next.
SK: How much money do you earn?
DB: Sheesh! How much do you earn?
SK: I asked first.
DB: A first-time genre writer typically gets an advance of $5,000 - $10,000 a book at a large publishing house, with the advances going up as readership grows.
SK: You sidestepped the question.
DB: So I did.
SK: Not going to budge, eh? Next question: Many writers I know spend a lot of time on the first sentence of their novels. There are even contests for the best first sentence. What's the first sentence of Sacrifice and how long did you spend on it?
DB: The first sentence is "The diversion would be the wet and bloody kind, though not something that really sang to him."
SK: (snort) Sounds like you spent all of five minutes on it.
DB: Actually I think it was less. Can we up the quality of these questions?
SK: It took you several years from getting the basic idea for the Mortal Path books to releasing the first one. Most authors can write a book in a year or less. What took you so long?
DB: The basic idea was this: Something from Sumeria survived to the present. That was it. Kind of hard to hang a story line on, much less compelling characters. All I knew was that paranormal elements were going to be involved, romance had to play a part, and since I came from writing thrillers, some thriller stuff was bound to sneak in. I increased my reading in the paranormal genre, and what I saw there stirred up a lot of worry. The Sumerians weren't exactly known for their vampire, werewolf, and witch stories. If I wanted to keep the basis of the story in Sumeria, I'd have to go off the radar as far as the creatures that dominate the paranormal genre. Would it even work? Would people be interested in reading it?
In an effort to fit my story into the mainline of the paranormal genre, I came up with a version of the Mortal Path in which a group of vampires had been put into a deep sleep by a Sumerian priest, to protect his people. An earthquake revealed their cavern in the modern day, and a beautiful young archaeologist indulged her fantasy when the rest of her team left the area. She kissed one of the vampires, unexpectedly awakening him. And so on. But this story could be from any time period. Just substitute a different kind of priest who put the vampires under a spell. It wasn't fresh, and the few chapters I wrote made it clear I wasn't writing enthusiastically. I wouldn't buy this book, even if it was published with my name on it.
No, I had to take the risk and stay off the well-traveled road if I was going to stay true to my original ideas. By this time, the main character of Maliha Crayne was popping into my head in quick, disconnected scenes. I made notes, but put Maliha aside while I researched extensively for a solid background in Sumerian mythology. As a plot based on Sumerian demons remaining alive on Earth came into focus, romance and thriller elements fell into place too. Then there was a lot of additional research so that Maliha could be a martial artist and proficient with ancient and modern weapons, and able to travel to exotic locations with convincing authenticity. This series is the most research-intensive writing I've done as a novelist.
I tried out different versions of Maliha and of her close companions. Dozens of combinations were scrapped. The demon-carved scale on her belly that comes to life to track lives she's saved came to me in a vivid dream. The books you see today have been through an amazing process of world and character building. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with Maliha, and I put all the passion I can into writing about her.
SK: Show me the passion.
DB: What?
SK: Show me a scene that's written with this passion you're talking about.
DB: A scene without spoilers is tough to find. Here's one:
She used some of her weapons for a brief, intense workout on the wooden planks, cleaned them so that no drop of sweat remained, and took a shower with the hot water set at such force it felt like it was needling her all over. In a thin white gown that stuck to her damp skin, Maliha went to her sleeping area. It was a Japanese tatami mat, woven of straw, on a wooden floor. Unrolling a thin futon on top of the mat, she lay down and looked at the sparkling low-voltage lights suspended from her ceiling like stars. After a while, she said, "Lights out." In the dark, in her safe place, she was free to evaluate her experiences, feeling the doubts, the longings that often didn't get a chance to surface—especially in the middle of a firefight. That included weaknesses of her body that she usually had to conceal. Never show an enemy a weakness, Master Liu would say, or he will know where to add to it. She checked over all the parts of her body, working on the hurt places, the wounds, concentrating on helping them speed up their healing. Then she let her mind wander. In her haven, in the dark, Maliha could let the words take shape that represented deep fears.
I bear the guilt of doing great evil. Some days it nearly rips me up inside. All those people, dead by my hand. Why didn't I come to my senses earlier? A century earlier would have meant so many lives saved. Instead I stayed young, had a great time traveling all over, bedding princes and sheiks, and the payment was a growing pile of corpses. Never enough blood to satisfy the demon though. I'm so ashamed. Would any good man want me as a wife knowing what I’ve done in the past? Bedmate, yes. But soul mate? She closed her eyes and let tears slide down her cheeks.
SK: One last question. Is it really true you signed a man's underwear in a convention elevator?
DB: Yes, it's true. You should know, you were there.
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