They ask me where I get my ideas and I say, “Plot follows
character.”
I finish reading, they ask what happens next, and I tell
them, “Plot follows character.”
And when we pick apart the story I urge them to look at the
details about the characters. I assure them they are no accident; writers spend
a lot of time deciding what to tell you about a character. Because when you
know those details, you’ll absolutely know what that character will do. And
when you develop those details in your writing, you don’t need to worry about
the plot. It simply happens. Those characters jump off the page and starting
running in their own direction.
So it was super interesting the other day when I was
presenting Wrecked to a high school
group and we were talking about the character, Jenny, who is the young woman
who accuses a fellow student of rape. I read them part of an early chapter and
urged them, “Tell me what you know about Jenny so far. What details jump out at
you?”
“Well, we believe her,” one boy said. “Why?” I pressed. “Because she’s a good
student,” he said, and everyone nodded. “She’s shy and she doesn’t go to
parties. She’s the type of girl who would tell the truth.”
Now, this was fascinating to me. Because yes, those details
were all there intentionally … but dang, as I was writing the book (and asking
myself the usual what-does-my-character-want questions) I had seen those
details about Jenny’s long hours in the lab, her massive backpack stuffed with
books, her indirect shy manner of speaking, her seeming lack of social life, as
an indicator that this was an inexperienced possibly lonely girl. Tossed into
the maelstrom of a wildly social freshmen dorm, she was vulnerable to the
allure of “popular girl” attention. When the chance to borrow a hot dress, down
some vodka-laced Gatorade and waltz off with the rest of the hall to a party
hosted by older students presents itself, Jenny can’t resist. She’s not out
looking to hookup: she simply wants friends. She wants to fit in.
It hadn’t occurred to me that those details indicated her
truthfulness. But for whatever reason … and I’m not judging here … to this
young man, honesty and truth-telling comes in a “Good Student” package. The
kids with the good grades are less likely to lie. The kids who don’t break the
rules or get in trouble always tell the truth.
I couldn’t help myself.
“So … if Jenny was a girl who had had a string of
boyfriends, struggled with her schoolwork, and wore micro-minis and ripped mesh
hose to school, we’d be less likely to believe her when she says she was
sexually assaulted?”
“To what extent do we make assumptions based on how someone
presents? What they wear? How accurate are those assumptions?”
And that’s when the
conversation got interesting.
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