Chimney smoke swirled through trees dancing in the wind. Snow was coming. Its progress was evident as a white curtain making its way across the lake towards our tiny cabin. The men – husband, son and grandson – were somewhere in the woods, miles away, hunting for moose and deer, while I crammed firewood into the airtight heater and stayed toasty inside.
Hunting season is my time to read, write and contemplate. From dawn to dusk each day over the past two weeks my isolation created a personal retreat. I read, wrote, and on nicer days walked with the dog, my camera in hand.
During the first week, the overnight temperatures were around -10o Celsius and one morning our end of the lake had a skim of ice. That was the day snow arrived. Subsequent nights the icy area expanded, creating multiple layers extending from the shore, with snow on only the first layer.
Fascinated by the textures, I took umpteen dozen photos. In all the years of being there for November hunting seasons, I’d never seen the ice forming.
Visions of that layering intruded on my afternoon writing sessions and reminded me of how we develop complexity in our novels. We plan a scene, the main action that will be visible, but beneath its surface there must be supportive building blocks – multifaceted characters caught in internal or external conflict, motivation that gives purpose to the scene, and an unexpected outcome that leads to yet another action. As we carry the story through one scene to another, building on these layers, the plot is strengthened.
No scene stands alone. If it isn’t tied to an earlier scene and integral to the outcome, it doesn’t belong in the story. If the intensity dwindles rather than builds, lukewarm winds of indifference will eat away at the edges of a scene until it’s nothing more than a slushy film that can’t justify its existence. That’s when we hit the delete key!
Hmmm… that’s sort of what happened to the ice on the lake just before we returned home. A benign south wind brought ripples to lap at the edges, the temperature crept up, and by sunset the last day there was nothing left but a papery ridge along the shoreline. The ice hadn’t been thick enough to sustain itself against a mild but persistent wind.
There’s layering in a story, but also layering of warm clothes on a chilly day, layering that creates a sophisticated haircut, layering in musical themes and art, layering for the propagation of garden shrubs…. Sorry, I’m meandering, but I think I might have to post some of these photos on my office bulletin board as reminders of the importance of layering since I won’t be at the lake next month to see the winter’s ice rebuild. It’ll be under a couple feet of snow by the next visit.
What other ways can you think of to utilize layering in your storytelling?
8 thoughts on “Icy Layers and Scene Building”
Great post with some valuable insights and provocative questions. Another layer on the writers conference I just left and every bit as valuable as the teaching sessions I attended. You should have been on faculty.
Great pictures ! Welcome back Carol, this was truly beautiful. I am thinking of the layers of growth in a relationship, from a brief encounter to a true friendship. Each layer adds depth, a third dimension, sometimes layers peel back revealing naked deceptions … whether building or tearing down, the layers of our characters tell us who they are 🙂
Beautiful pictures, Carol. I see this same thing happening every year on Cluculz Lake and I never tire of it.
Layering is very important to me as a writer. I think there needs to be layering to write characters who feel real. Life is layered with the unexpected. If we allow it to be. I love that about suspense thrillers. Every layer in the book leads the reader to the conclusion, which isn’t the end, but instead just the closing of one door.
Darn, no moose jerky 😦 Must say the quiet and beauty of your respite sounds wonderful. And you know how much I love the forest,flower and family pics
(Including Ty of course). Am thinking hard re getting back to blog…have had a bout (too long) absence of intellect 😦 So have been reading into my volumes of writing books…and mags…and watching authors getting interviewed on TV, et al.
We’ve been packing too…crossed fingers and prayers would help if J J could earn the job in Burlington…she has the background for it and it will still be close to our most favorite inn :).
It’s good to be home. Thanks for your comments this morning. I always love hearing from everyone. I’ll be stopping by your blogs as I begin getting caught up with things, but I suspect it’s going to take me a while. 🙂
Carol, what gorgeous photos!! They make me actually long with winter and I’m not really that big of a fan.
We’ve been having really warm temperatures. I’ve been working outside in short sleeves this past week. Sorry, I didn’t mean to gloat. 🙂
I like that image of the ice forming … I’ve seen it happen, but never compared it to writing before!
I love this post—and your pictures as always. I’m finding I love “layering”—I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing—-but I think it adds to each character and brings them to life. We all have many layers—-I’d like to “scrape” of few of mine away! 😀