Thursday, April 23, 2015
ABC Challenge W: April 23, 2015 What Happened to the Cat?
My husband is a detail oriented person. As a medical professional, he has to be. It amazes me, however, what details his analytical, scientific mind will latch onto when he reads my novels. He'll read the entire story and start demanding clarification. Some of it I've thought of, other things I make up, glad of my improv experience, because I honestly hadn't thought of it.
It's not unusual for me to make up some BS answer out of thin air just to get him to quit asking. Sometimes, if the subject really interests him, he'll expand on it to the point where I'd pay real money just to get him to shut up.
Often, these sessions are helpful, clarifying those nebulous ideas that I hadn't fully considered. A typical exchange:
"Have you thought about insert random weird concept?" he asks me.
"The readers don't need to know that," I reply, somewhat miffed.
"But it's interesting. You could...."
"Yes, maybe, but why? It's not the least bit important. Why do you do that?"
"Ask about the most unimportant elements?"
"I don't do that. Now, what about...?"
He's gradually learning not to ask what I'm working on because ninety percent of the time it's something I haven't told him about. I shuffle projects and might work on a dozen different stories in a week. I love the fact that he's interested, but I don't always want to stop what I'm doing and explain what the book is about.
Once, in a weak moment, I told him about one of my unpublished novels where the psychotic ex-wife of the hero breaks into the heroine's apartment, shaves her cat and duct tapes it to the hood of his car. Yes, it's messed up, but the neighbors find the cat a short time later, call the police and take the cat to the vet. I mention in passing that the cat is at the vet's and he's fine. I read the passage to him, pleased with how well it came together.
NEW AT LOVE
"Someone broke into your place, Mandy."
"My – what?"
Pale and shaking, she leaned against Derrick for support. He and Jasper helped her sit on the bench just inside the entry way.
"Why? What did they do in there?"
"They took your cat," Jasper said quietly.
"What? Muse? Where is he? Is he okay?"
"Yeah. He's okay. We sent him to the vet. Someone shaved him and taped him to the hood of Derrick's car."
"My car? Why the hell would they do that?"
"I was hoping you could tell me."
Apparently, there wasn't enough information for my husband. "What happened to the cat?" He asked when I got to the end of my explanation.
"What? Which cat?"
"Amanda's cat, Muse. What happened to him?"
"He's at the vet's. I said that. He's fine."
"But you don't mention him again."
"So? You don't even like cats. Why are you worried about the cat?"
"I was curious."
"Forget the cat. He's fine!"
"Whatever you say, baby." There's a long pause, to the point where I'm busy again and have forgotten about the conversation. "You really need to clear that up."
"Clear what up?"
"The part about the cat...."
The point I'm making is that little details, things we forget about or think are inconsequential, can bother our readers if left unresolved. My husband, who positively loathes cats, was worried about Muse to the point that it detracted from the climax of the story. So I gave him a little more to help satisfy him
When Amanda opened the cat carrier door, Muse came out. He looked hopelessly thin in his shaven state, but rubbed against Derrick as happily as ever. Amanda looked inside the carrier.
"Where's your friend?" she asked Muse.
The cat, as if he understood her, went to his carrier, nosing at the door, mewing softly. An answering mew came from inside the carrier.
"He made a friend at the vet's. They were both traumatized and the little one latched onto Muse. He comforted her, wasn't that sweet?"
She reached into the carrier, gently pulling out a small, scrawny white cat with blue eyes.
"She's beautiful, Amanda. What did you name her?"
"Aphrodite. I couldn't resist."
Muse hopped into Derrick's lap as he lounged on the couch with Amanda snuggled next to him. Aphrodite leaped prettily into her lap, turned three times and settled into a comfortable mound of white fur.
I'm not suggesting that every reader is quite so easily misdirected as my husband, but some are. Those are the people we have to satisfy by tying up the loose ends. Make sure the subplots are resolved. Give enough of an explanation that it sticks with the reader. Keep distractions to a minimum so that the thread of the story isn't lost along the way. A few moments spent on housekeeping will prevent the inevitable question: "What happened to the cat?"
© Dellani Oakes 2015
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