Prior to COVID-19 I had to make an appointment and see my doctor every time I wanted a new prescription. The only time she ever gave me a prescription without a consultation first was when I’d been away, my mother was ill, and I was almost out of medication. That time she left the script with the clinic receptionist, and I had to go in and collect it.
Then came COVID-19.
My first prescription post the onset of COVID-19 was another pickup script. We were into stringent lockdown by then, so this time I had to make an appointment, mask up, go to the doctor’s surgery, call them when I got there and tell them what I was there for. They brought the script to the door for me.
The next time I had to get a prescription the doctor called me and consulted over the phone, while I provided some of the details she usually took like weight and blood pressure. She emailed a script through to my regular chemist. He lost it. I had to do some frantic phoning to get the clinic to resend, but we got there in the end.
Last time I needed a prescription we were in another mini-lockdown. I made an appointment, the doctor called me, we discussed blood pressure, etc. Then she sent QR codes to my phone for the prescriptions, which I took to the chemist and he filled.
He also sent the repeats as QR codes as well, which was a bit unnerving.
It’s lovely to see an industry respond to an issue like this (getting prescriptions through a pandemic) and do something about it that works for everyone involved.
Now, all I have to do is make sure I don’t accidentally delete my script repeats off the phone.
I was telling Sherylyn about the fantasy I was reading the other day. “It’s not a great book,” I said. “The main character starts at rock bottom. Twelve months later he’s equal second-in-charge of a secretive government department. Everyone respects him, he’s made friends with all the powerful people in town, and his magic is increasing fast.” And then, because I was being honest, I added, “It’s not realistic, because his meteoric rise to fame and power (and his ability to defeat the bad guys) is way too fast, so you have to suspend belief to read it.”
“In other words,” she said. “He’s a Mary Sue.” (Technically, he’s a Mary Stu, but let’s not quibble.)
“No. Well … yes. But I’m enjoying the story anyway.”
So much so, in fact, that I went on to read the rest of the series. I liked the characters; I liked the idea behind the book.
But it got me thinking about Mary Sues. If you’re unfamiliar with the term, a Mary Sue is a story where the character is too perfect. They have few weaknesses, if any, and they’re often the author putting an idealised version of themselves into a story as a kind of wish fulfilment. They’re also usually written as a new character in an already-canon of work. A character in Star Trek, for example, who comes on board the Enterprise and saves the day while our regulars—Kirk, Spock, et al—all look on in awe. Or a Sherlock Holmes rewrite, where Holmes and Watson look on admiringly from the sidelines while our Mary Sue solves the mystery.
Given that our ‘perfect hero’ in the novel I was reading was the protagonist, then technically the character wasn’t a Mary Sue in its purest form. However, he was certainly too good to be true.
As a reader there’s a fine line as to when I’ll put a book down because the character is so unbelievable. I persevered with this one. I liked the character. I liked the idea behind the story. I liked the secondary characters. I was in the mood for a story like this. A whole lot of things came together to keep me reading. Another day, another mood, I might have thought ‘this character is too perfect. It wouldn’t happen that way,’ and put the book down.
If you think about it, your average dragon hoard isn’t worth the value of its coins (plus the jewels), because most of those coins won’t be legal tender any more. Instead it will be worth the weight of the metal the coin is made of, or of each coin’s value to a collector.
Our 92 year-old neighbour came by last night to use the phone. (92 on Christmas day.) We called her son for her, and he’s coming around tomorrow. After we hung up the phone she insisted on giving us two dollars.
“No, no, no,” we said. “We don’t need the money.”
“You must. Phone calls are expensive.”
“But we’re on a plan,” we say. “Calls are free.” Well, not free, because there is the plan, but, “Making a call for you doesn’t cost us any more than we were going to pay anyway.”
She doesn’t comprehend phone plans at all. To her, each call costs money.
It’s the same every time. She comes by every couple of months and asks us to call her son. (I think her son gave her a mobile, but she doesn’t like to use it.) She offers us money for the call. We refuse, she insists, and eventually we take it because it stresses her if we don’t.
As I added the latest $2 to the tiny pile of coins we’ve collected from calling our neighbour’s son, I realised that her phone calls are the only time I have touched physical money in the last eleven months.
It’s been tap and go on everything, and I mean everything, since Covid-19.
Contactless payments are the only way I have paid for anything. No one wants cash, because of the risk of spreading coronavirus. Of course, that means that any data harvester who pays for the information can now tell that I buy two regular-sized coffees a day from the 7-Eleven, and how much take-away I buy every week.
Actually, no. They always knew how much takeaway I bought.
I think there will always be a place for cash—even if it’s not physical coins, but for some kind of money that can’t be tracked through the system—it’ll be interesting to see what that turns out to be over the next fifty years. I’m not sure it will still be banknotes and coins.
We’ve all read books where the characters are too stupid to live. There’s even an acronym for it, TSTL. They’re stories where a character does something they wouldn’t logically do, and that action drives a major part of the plot.
Romance writing gets a lot of schtick for characters who are TSTL. Whether they’re full-on romance or just have romantic elements, stories can often have a romantic sub-plot where the characters misunderstand each other and that causes problems. Our two would-be lovers go around angry at each other, doing stupid things as a result, while the reader sits there screaming at them, “For goodness sake, talk to each other.”
It’s not just romantic leads, though. A lot of fantasies start off with the hero (or heroine) going off on a half-baked whim, too. Let me give you an example.
Take twin brothers who haven’t seen their father in ten years. Father writes and asks that they meet him at his new cottage, and that they be there for their thirtieth birthday, as he has something important to tell them. The younger (by four minutes) brother has twin girls at home and his wife is expecting again. The older brother has a relationship with the head of the Mage academy in the city.
As they get closer to the forest, they hear disturbing stories about the creatures in the forest. So much so, they’re already wondering why their father wants to live near it.
Then they get to the cottage itself. There’s no father, but they see signs of a struggle, and tracks leading into the forest.
Youngest brother says, “Our father’s in danger. We have to save him. Let’s go.”
Older brother, “But it’s dangerous in the forest, and neither of us know how to fight.”
“It doesn’t matter. Dad’s life is important.”
So off our heroes race, unprepared, into the dangerous woods, and the whole story is about them rescuing their father, the angst about the partners they’ve left behind, and of course, the mysterious thing their father was to tell them on their thirtieth birthday.
How likely is this? They’re thirty years old, for goodness sake. Settled. Are they just going to run into the forest? They don’t even know if their father really is in there. They’re unprepared, untrained and likely to die. TSTL.
Many readers won’t read past the first chapters. They haven’t got time for a character who deserves what’s coming.
Bit what does it mean as a writer if your characters are TSTL?
In our experience, it means we’re at least one draft off a workable story. And yes, we too have written stories where the co-writer comes back and says, “Why didn’t he just tell her what he planned to do. I mean, they talk to each other normally, don’t they? Why hold this particular piece of information back?”
Why? Usually because the author decides that’s how the story has to go and they’re trying to cram the characters they have created into that story. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a plotter or a pantser you can still force a story down a path that doesn’t make logical sense.
Let’s go back to those twins who go off into the dangerous forest to find their father. The whole story revolves around getting into that forest and on the things that happen there.
Are these two, in any logical storyline, likely to go into the forest alone?
Probably not. If they have any nous they’ll go first to the local law, and if the law doesn’t help, maybe they’ll hire an experienced tracker or someone who knows the forest, to go with them. They might even decide not to go into the forest at all, given they don’t know their father really is in there.
That’s why I say you’re at least one draft off a workable story. You need to fix this massive logic hole before your story is done.
An easy way might be to arrive at the cottage and see their father fighting with one of the forest monsters. They join in the fight—he is their father, after all—and when the monster drags their father off, they chase. That might work, and you’ve only really got one big scene to change, plus maybe some angsty bits where they’re thinking about how they might have done it differently.
If they choose, instead, to find a tracker, then you’ve added another character to the story and you have to write them in. Adding a character isn’t simply a matter of, ‘hey, there’s another person along, mention their name on occasion’. The newcomer will interact with the brothers, they’ll have their own thoughts and feelings and ways of doing things. And if you’ve done it properly, that will change what happens in some of the fight scenes, and how the brothers track their father. Basically the whole rest of the book.
Alternatively, you can change one of the characters to be the sort who does rush off and do this sort of thing, and have his twin always follow to rescue him. Then you’ll have to rewrite the characters to match.
Like I say, there’s at least another draft to write. Probably more.
On Thursday morning we braved the pandemic and saw Wonder Woman 84 at the movies.
We did it early, and we did it in Gold Class, which has limited seating and lots of space between seats. It was nice to get out of the house and do something and lovely to see a film on the big screen. The movie (with ads) was three hours and we wore masks for the whole time. For all you people who have to wear them all day, every day for work, I salute you.
I enjoyed Wonder Woman, although it was nothing compared to the original, which ranks as one of my top ten movies of all time. That’s a hard bar to match. Although, now, of course, I think we should all come up with ways that Steve can come back
For those of you who have seen the movie, there’s a scene where the bad guy storms the Whitehouse. Thursday morning was Wednesday night US time. We woke to news of people storming the Capitol in DC. I must say it was surreal spending the morning reading the news and then seeing a movie where people stormed that same building. It certainly changed the experience.
So that was 2020. Late last year the above quarantine calendar was doing the rounds. I’d say that about sums up my year.
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I’m still not in the mood for anything serious yet, so today it’s food art.Sherylyn found some amazing food art on the internet. I have to say, I didn’t realise there was so much of it around, but it’s so good.
From Chewbacca noodles to a sleeping rice bear. All of them are fantastic, take my word for it. Go and look at the site.
Bears made out of rice look really good. I could do a whole blog just on them. Or on designing edible plates for children.
Then there’s Tisha Cherry’s pepperoni pizza faces over on the Lifestyle Asia site. (5 food artists that turn simple ingredients into edible masterpieces, Kankanit Wichiantanon). Using vegetables to put scenes onto flatbread is quite common, and you can do almost any scene you want.
Or what about playing with your food. Back in 2008, they made a toast stamp called Tic Tac Toast. It was a simple stamp, two lines across, two lines down. Then you cooked the toast.
I have to say, here in Australia we tend not to mix our jam and peanut butter—or not when I was young, anyway—so I’d like peanut butter and butter, maybe.
I should be writing, but I’m not. I should be exercising. I’m not doing that, either. No, in this post-Christmas lull all I want to do is sit down and read a good book. Or failing that, play a mindless computer game or pick up a game like Sudoku. I’m sure many of you feel the same, so here you have it. Two slightly twisty games of Sudoku. And look, they don’t even go up to nine. That makes it easier, right?
The Washington Post asked readers to describe 2020 in one word or phrase. I went to their site to check it out, and the first word that came up was ‘exhausting’.
Yes, that’s my 2020.
Other words people came up with included lost, chaotic, surreal and relentless. Yes, all of those, too, but overall for me the year was simply exhausting.
Also from the Washington Post article—the best summation. “It’s like looking both ways before crossing the street and then getting hit by a submarine.”
