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Thursday, January 10, 2019

Story 271: The Tragedy of the Cut Scene


            (In an office, the Editor sits behind a desk as the phone buzzes)
            Editor: (Presses button) Yes?
           Receptionist: (Voiceover) They’re here – should I send them in or tell them you’ve been fired?
            Editor: The former, unfortunately.
            (The Author, Agent, and Ragtag Crew enter; the first two sit on chairs in front of the desk and the others sit all over the floor and remaining furniture)
            Editor: (After everyone has settled in) Do sit down.
          Author: All right, I know this won’t be a pleasure meeting since you insisted I bring all of them here.  (Gestures to the Ragtag Crew)
            Ragtag Crew: Yo!
            Editor: Yes, well, the team here at the publishing house has been reviewing your manuscript, and –
           Author: If you want your advance back you can forget it; this one made sure of that.  (Gestures to the Agent)
            Agent: Oh yeah, sweet moolah.
          Editor: No, we love your work, we really do – there’s just one stumbling block we keep running into every time we read it.
            Author: What, the typos?
            Editor: Since you brought it up, you really should have taken care of those before submission, you know.
            Author: Part of my charm.
          Editor: It really isn’t.  However, the stumbling block to which I’m referring is Chapter… (Flips through a proof) 109.  Specifically, the second half – the first half is pure genius.
          Author: Why, thank you.  (Takes the proof and skims the top page) Oh, you mean the flashback scene?
            Editor: (Holds back a grimace) Yes.  That.
            Author: I don’t get it; what’s wrong with it?
           Editor: How can I put this nicely: it absolutely kills the book.  (The Author’s mouth drops open and the Ragtag Crew hisses in union) Every time I get to that part, I want to chuck the whole thing out the window and into an incinerator.  And then perform an exorcism over the ashes, just to be sure.
            Author: (Unseeingly flips through the pages) But – but – but how can you say that?!  This is some of my best work, condensed into 99 pages of sheer bliss!
            Editor: (Leans over the desk to stare intently into the Author’s eyes) It has nothing to do with the rest of the plot.  You could literally slice that entire half-chapter out with a straight edge razor and no one would notice the difference.
            Author: (Disbelievingly) Oh really?
            Editor: Fine, maybe somebody would notice.  How about this: I got an actual migraine trying to figure out whose POV it was being told from, until after five reads I realized it was yours!
            Author: Yeah, isn’t that great?
            Editor: No it is not great; it is unreadable!  (Author, Agent, and Ragtag Crew gasp)
            Ragtag Crew Member: Blasphemy!
            Author: There is no other choice: the scene has to be cut.
            Author: (Stands and slams the 2,000+ page proof onto the table) Unacceptable!  My child will not be mutilated!
            Editor: It’s not even a full chapter.
            Author: Mutilated!
           Editor: We had a feeling you would react that way, so we created a list of ameliorations.  (Picks up a list from the desk and looks it over) Since there are elements of the scene that could be effective elsewhere, here are our proposals: (Points to one of the Ragtag Crew) Reveal of the Unknown Father should be relocated to the middle of Chapter 2 and then subdivided there and throughout Chapters 17-20 and then 99-105 –
            Author: Ugh!
          Editor: (Points to another of the Ragtag Crew) Dream Sequence should be real and should move to the Prologue –
            Author: The Prologue is sublimely perfect the way it is now!
           Editor: (Points to another of the Ragtag Crew) Surprise Unfaithful Lover should be Best Friend instead; figure out a way to incorporate the former’s personality into the latter’s –
            Author: (Metaphorically foams at the month and whispers) Monster.
           Editor: (Points to another of the Ragtag Crew) Oh, and Sudden Reversal also should subdivide so it can happen twice, once in Chapter 88 and another in Chapter 223.
            Author: (Points at that member of the Ragtag Crew as they stand) You will do no such thing!  (Ragtag Crew sits down again; to the Editor) You realize all that would entail months – no, years – of rewrites?!  I’d have to restructure the entire plot to accommodate this – this – cannibalization!
            (Ragtag Crew and the Agent shudder)
            Editor: We prefer the term “repurpose.”  And to answer your question: yes I do and yes it would.
            Author: Aha!
            Editor: Or you could just cut the scene.
            Author: (Stares coldly at the Editor) You foul fiend.  This was your diabolical plan all along, wasn’t it?!
            Editor: Why yes, I believe I made that quite clear several minutes ago.
            Author: (Collects injured dignity and motions for the Agent and Ragtag Crew to stand) Very well, then: you may have won the battle, but I will not rest until I find a way to make my darlings live on in another book, someday, somehow!
            Editor: (Begins writing a letter) That’s fine, do whatever you want, just get them out of this one.
            Author: Hmf!  (Turns to leave with the others; the Ragtag Crew console each other and sob)
            Editor: (Looks up) Oh, and while you’re at it, you might want to consider cutting this one, too – (Gestures to the Agent) absolute deadwood.
            Author: For once, we agree.
            Agent: Hey!
            Author: Have you contributed anything of substance to this scene?
            Agent: ….
            Author: I didn’t think so.

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Story 258: With My Plot Armor, I Shall Be Invincible!


            The warehouse was bursting at the seams with all the plot devices any character could ever want; this Protagonist, however, had strict instructions to retrieve only one.
         “Hi there!”  The Caretaker emerged from a random aisle and vigorously shook the Protagonist’s hand.  “Welcome to the World of Fiction’s Supply-O-Rama and Trade Emporium, my friend!”
           “Thank you.”  The newly-created Protagonist was uncertain how to feel from moment-to-moment, or even what feelings exactly were.  “The Author sent me here; said it was vitally important before I embark on The Plot – I mean, my Hero’s Journey.”
            “Yes indeedy!”  The smile never lessened in intensity.  “We were contacted ahead of your visit, and I have it all ready for you!”  The Caretaker led the Protagonist to a prominently positioned card table, upon which lay an important-looking wooden crate with “PRICELESS” stamped on all sides.  “Go ahead – open it up!”
            The Protagonist grabbed a crowbar helpfully left on the table and levered open the crate’s top lid; after digging through the packing material, the contents were revealed.
            The Protagonist raised an eyebrow at the Caretaker: “A suit of armor?”
            “Yeppers!  It’s the One-Size-Fits-All Plot Armor!”
            “But... how can I… what does it do?”
            The Caretaker raised a finger: “The question you should be asking is, ‘What doesn’t it do?’”
            They stood expectantly staring at each for a few moments before the Caretaker said, “That’s your cue to ask the question.”
           “Oh, sorry, I thought it was rhetorical.”  They blinked at each other some more.  “OK, what doesn’t it do?”
            “Nothing!”
            “What?”  The Protagonist’s new brain could not handle multiple double negatives at this stage of its development.
            The Caretaker reached into the crate and pulled out the armor’s breastplate to demonstrate.  “Plot Armor is that most wonderful of all inventions, in that it makes one truly immortal.  You can face literally all the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and still be around to celebrate the last page at ‘The End.’  An entire building can be dropped on your head, and it’ll turn out to either have missed you unbeknownst to the narrator or you’ll be resurrected in the sequel, all thanks to this baby.”  The Caretaker patted the plate lovingly.
            “Really?”  The Protagonist grabbed a gauntlet.  “An entire building, you say?”
            “Absolutely!  It also can be an entire army, and you just standing there facing them all by your lonesome; or a rogue sniper who has you perfectly in their crosshairs; or a previously incurable disease; even old age, that sneaky foe.”
            “Wow.”  The Protagonist grabbed the breastplate from the Caretaker for a closer look.  “And all I have to do is wear this clunky thing all the time?”
            The Caretaker chuckled.  “Yes, but don’t worry: no one can see it once it’s on.  However, all the world will know it’s there.”
            “How?”
           “Because you will never die, even when virtually anyone else in that same situation would have, and you ultimately succeed in every single thing you do.  Silly,” the Caretaker added, playfully punching the Protagonist’s shoulder.  “The Author put a rush on this – even requested extra plating – so I think you’re in for one doozy of a ride!  Want to try it on?”
            The Protagonist put the Armor back into the crate and placed the latter onto a helpfully nearby hand truck: “I think I’m good for now, thanks.  I probably should go… prep for my adventure, or something.”
           “All righty!”  The Caretaker waved as the Protagonist wheeled the crate towards the exit.  “Remember: wear your Plot Armor at all times, and NEVER EVER TAKE IT OFF, for maximum efficacy!”
            Boy, the Protagonist thought, what have I gotten myself into if I need Plot Armor this much?  Will there be a Plot War?