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There are many ways to organize time as a
writer. We can skip ahead,
we go backwards, we can stay in one place and tread water. This
months lessons explore ways of manipulating time in a story or
essay.
K-2
Words That Move the Story
Primary writers tend to organize time the same way they do
life—one moment at a time. The word then moves one
moment to the next. Here’s a simple lesson to help from
Ralph Fletcher and Joanne Portalupi’s fine book Craft
Lessons ( Stenhouse 1998)
Brainstorm a list with your class of all the words you can use
to move ahead in your story. Words like
The next day
Two weeks later
Later that morning.
Tell your class these words and phrases can be used to advance
time in your story. You can leave out the boring bits and
skip to the good stuff.
3-4
Slow Motion Moments
Slow Motion Moments. When do they use slow motion in
a movie? The good bits, the dramatic parts , the moments
where something is at stake. It’s the same way in
writing.
Explode a Moment
If you were a movie director making a film of your life, where
would you use slow motion?
Think
of happy moments, sad moments, joyful moments. Talk with friends
and trigger each other with ideas. When you are ready,
fill a piece of paper with that one moment.
Don’t
go to the next day or later that same day. Stick inside
that moment.
Don’t write big or add extra words just to fill the paper.
Instead, allow yourself to get stuck then try out some of these
ideas.
Use your binoculars: zoom in with sights, sounds, smells,
tastes.
Read
your last sentence. If it’s a snapshot, try switching to
thoughtshots, or if it’s all thoughtshots, try
switching gears and adding snapshots.
If
you finish half-way down the page, go back and insert a
snapshot or a thoughtshot.
Close
your eyes and imagine yourself there. Wait for words
to come.
Here are a few quick suggestions of moments to explode.
Make a list of your own while talking with your classmates.
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A time you got lost
? A time you lost something or someone
? Something painful happened
? Something happy happened
? The big moment in the game
? The time a skill paid off
? A time you almost forgot
? A moment funny now, not then
? A moment involving a pet
? A moment involving a sister or brother |
If
you like to write in slow motion, try going back into one of
your stories and find a slow motion moment to explode . Put an
arrow at the moment , get a blank
piece of paper and get to work.
Some examples
I nervously boosted my body upon the giant animal. My hands were
shaking as I took the soft leather reins. I could feel a
drop of sweat trickle down my pale face. My parched throat
seemed like a sandy dessert. The ground beneath me began
to quiver. My heart was in my throat. The wind seemed to
be teasing and hissing. The dusty saddle beneath me
jerked. I’d have to go through with it. The white
painted rail seemed as tall as a building. I gave the
giant a kick and one word came out of my mouth. “Canter!”
The wind took my hair as I approached the jump rapidly. As
my hands let go of the reins I clung to the saddle with my limp
legs. I spread my arms like eagles wings. I was
flying. Suddenly I hit the ground. My hands immediately
grasped the dusty mane. I did it! I clung to the horses
neck. Tears in my eyes formed! I love horses.
4th
grade
I
went to my parent’s bathroom where I found my dad. He
was taking the shaving cream out and cologne even though he had
already shaved. I thought he was going to shave again but
after what seemed an hour he put them into a box.
Everything for his hair and face was in that box and so were my
thoughts. I looked at him by only saw his jeans
because I was only as tall as his knees. Then I looked at
him staring wide-eyed
and asked, “What are you doing.” I was lied to when he
said he was visiting a friend that afternoon. After he packed
his box he put it with other boxes and went downstairs. After a
while of peace I heard yelling and screaming from my mom and
dad. Then my dad put the boxes and his suitcases in his car.
He said goodbye and drove away.
5th
grade
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5-8
Tinting
Moments with a Feeling
Brian Honeker, from Stanford, Kentucky, exploded a fearful
moment as he remembered it as a child. Notice
how the surprise at the end of this moment works because of how
well Brian wrote in slow motion. Remove 3 sentences
and read it to your class. Notice how much weaker the
piece gets.
Here’s
a fun exercise. Describe your room as if you had just won
the lottery. Don’t mention the lottery or how you feel.
Just describe. Describe the same room as if you just
witnessed a murder. Don’t mention the murder. Just
describe. Look for a place in your story where
you can tint a moment with feelings.
I stood motionless at the point where my road began. The
nighttime air chilled me as I contemplated the first step.
I looked ahead and saw the luminous moon in the sea of stars
about me. The dim light shown against the pavement
almost glowing. The baying of a hound in the distance
inspired everything that could possibly happen tonight.
My chest throbbed with the voice of the drum. Shadows
danced before each one taking on its unique ghostly form.
Trees became savage demons with razor teeth and grasping claws.
The road became a snake beneath my feet that slithered up and
down the hills before me.
I
stepped faster. I heard my own footsteps as if they were someone
else’s. I turned to look behind me and saw nothing
but cool night air. I continued to walk as visions of
one-eyed freaks and monsters filled my mind. I
looked into the distance. From what seemed miles away I
could see a light that could only be my house. I broke
into a run. Anything and everything that could exist
was probably hot on my heels. A half-step closer would
surely mean death. I ran with my hands grasping ahead for the
doorknob. I found it and slowly turned it. It
slammed shut behind me. I looked outside to see the
moon full in the sky. Your first time walking home in the
dark is a big deal when you're seven.
9-12
Shrinking time
Novelist Mark Smith once said, “Sometimes it’s ok to say
after 20 years he came back from Brazil.” We can skip
ahead and shrink time if it helps move the story along. Likewise
we can compress a large amount of time into a paragraph or
a page or two. We can compress time. Here’s Charles Dickens
doing it in a Tale of Two Cities.
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was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it
was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of
belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the
season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was
the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we
had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we
were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going
direct the other way—in short, the period was so far
like the present period, that some of its noisiest
authorities insisted on its being received, for good
or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison
only. |
Try
shrinking a period in your life into a paragraph or a page or
look for a place in your story to compress time. Begin by
characterizing that time with one word than search for some
specific examples to help illustrate that word. Poet Andy
Green used the word stupid to write the poem beneath about 8th
Grade.
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Eighth
Grade by Andrew Green
Nothing
made sense in eighth grade
everything was stupid back then
the stupid man behind the candy counter at Carlton
Market
where we stole stupid Reese’s peanut butter cups,
stupid jaw breakers, and stupid packs of baseball
cards
stupid Mr. Bensen who smoked Lucky Strikes
and made me stand in English class and read the stupid
note
I had just passed to Victoria Higgins
stupid study hall
stupid Schwinn bicycle with a banana seat that someone
stole
stupid locker whose combination only worked half the
time
and where I hung my Rolling Stones poster, so that
some stupid kid
could draw a mustache on Mick Jagger’s stupid face
stupid Johnny Tremain
stupid school dances where the stupid girls would
gaggle
by the windows in the back of the stupid
cafeteria
while the stupid girls in their stupid saddle shoes
would dance
stupidly with each other on the red and white flecked
tile floor
stupid winter nights when I had to walk one stupid
mile home after
playing on the stupid basketball team
where I never played much anyway
stupid blue gym shorts we had to wear in stupid gym
class
when it was twenty stupid degrees outside
stupid friend Bill and his stupid bottle collection
stupid Bill’s mom and her stupid rule
about taking off your stupid shoes before you walk
into her stupid house
stupid nights with nothing better to do than talk on
the phone
with stupid Jimmy about stupid things
stupid textbooks I found at the bottom of my locker
at the end of the year and which I had stupidly paid
for
because I stupidly thought I had lost them
stupid ninth graders who thought they were so cool
stupid seventh graders who were nothing to us
stupid pimples all over my stupid face
stupid everyone’s face
stupid skinny body growing in stupid ways
stupid voice getting deeper and deeper
stupid curly hair
stupid bell-bottoms I wore each stupid day
stupid, stupid, stupid eighth grade
who didn’t love me
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