Defeating the Leg Jiggle

A few weeks ago I did a reading at a coffee shop that got me thinking about public speaking. Or, more specifically, public reading.

When I got on stage, in front of the mic, everything was fine. I introduced myself, totally off the cuff and not rehearsed. Then I started reading and remembered why I like to sit for stuff like this.

Halfway through my first piece, my right leg got a nervous jiggle, sort of like restless leg syndrome. I didn’t feel nervous, wasn’t stumbling over my words or anything. But the jiggle came, increasing nearly to the point of Yankee dancing.

This typical sign of nervousness is particularly strange because I have a theatre background. I’ve been in stage shows and have performed in front of much larger audiences than at that coffee shop, all with no leg jiggles.

So what’s the deal? I really have no idea. The reading went well. People laughed where they were supposed to, and the applause didn’t sound like merely polite clapping. But as I read through the three short pieces, that leg would not stop.

Eventually, to hide it (which apparently worked, based on what my fellow readers told me), I just put all my weight on that one leg, letting my mass stick it in place. The jiggling didn’t switch legs, but I could tell it was still there. By the time I got done though, my hip was not pleased about that stance.

So how do I fix this moving forward? Is it simple a matter of more practice? Maybe. Hopefully. Because without a conscious feeling of stage fright, I don’t have a good answer. The subconscious on the other hand… the subconscious is weird. It does what it wants.

The difference could stem from the fact that I was reading my own work (ignoring the fact I’ve written things that I’ve later acted out). The difference could also be that I didn’t view it as acting. That seems the most likely to me. Maybe I just need to pretend to be a reader, or the actual narrator of the piece. Act it out.

Regardless, that jiggle needs to go away. Not just for the sake of my hip, or the fact that I’d never Yankee dance (or Yankee anything). How about this: from now on, I’ll just insist on having a nice, padded leather chair. Sit down, cross my legs, and be at peace. Completely reasonable. It worked well enough in my kid’s kindergarten class. :)

Book Review: The Atlas Complex

I read a lot of books. A lot. Most of the time as I’m reading, I’m simply enjoying the words in front of me. Sometimes I’m slogging through them. Infrequently I’m blown away by what’s in my hands. When I read Olivie Blake’s The Atlas Six last year, I was blown away. Yes, as you’d expect, the writing was good. But what thoroughly engaged me was the breadth of knowledge across fields of study and the application and integration of that knowledge in the story.

I immediately burned through the second book, The Atlas Paradox. It built on much of what had been established in the first book, upped the stakes, contextualized and humanized some characters, and was a worthy successor to the first one. Then I was sad because I had to wait until the third one was published.

And so here we are now, The Atlas Complex is out, and I have thoughts. As always, I strive for spoiler free reviews, but I do want to note that the only way to talk about this book is to spoil parts of the first two. If you’ve read them, then you can proceed safely. If you haven’t, and the blending of the psychology and morality and philosophy of magic sounds interesting, then go get a copy of The Atlas Six. Right now. Like, stop reading, and do it.

The Atlas Complex follows our favorite sextet (and their add-ons) as they try to make sense of their new (sort of) freedom. Libby is back from the past and a newly minted mass murderer, Parisa is shacking up with Dalton and scared of her own mortality, Reina and Callum are off playing God and trying to fix the world (good luck with that), Tristan’s trying to figure out where the hell Atlas went and how he’s supposed to handle the Archives, and Nico just wants everyone to be friends.

As with the first two books, the entire narrative focuses on the characters and their journeys. The plot is their relationships with each other. The story is their relationships with each other. The trouble is their relationships with each other. You get the idea.

Some of our questions from the prior books get answered. Libby and Nico: Will they or won’t they? Callum: Does he care about anything? All of them minus Libby: Who hates themselves the most?

One of the more interesting aspects of the third installment is how much more screen time side characters get. We get inside Dalton’s head (in a non-literal sense this time). We get to see how Gideon’s handling everything with his mom and Nico and Libby and a few other issues rearing their ugly heads. And, we get brief snippets from members of The Forum.

What does this mean? The driving force of the trilogy is the character work Blake presents us with. In the afterward of this book, she talks about how her goal was to write a story where the characters and their relationships became the plot and story. That strategy was what made the first book so novel (at least to me), and the second and third followed suit. The problem is that when something novel is done repeatedly, it starts to lose that novelty.

Ultimately, while the characters were still engaging and interesting, their stories alone weren’t enough to conclude a trilogy. Blake easily compels us to invest in her characters, but we end up lacking reason to invest in a greater conflict.

What is the greater conflict, you ask? That’s a very good question. I wondered that too as I read this. And that brings us to today’s topic: stakes.

Why does Frodo need to destroy the One Ring? To prevent Sauron from ruling Middle Earth. Why does Elizabeth need to get married? So the Bennett family won’t go bankrupt. Why does the Cat in the Hat need to clean up his mess? Because mother will be very angry when she gets home if it’s dirty.

Regardless of the perceived severity, stakes drive narratives and characters, and are the reason characters do what they do. There are several levels of stakes that can be at play: public, personal, and philosophical. If we look at the Elizabeth example, the public stake is her family’s wealth. Pretty straight forward. The personal stake is her own pride. She believes Mr. Darcy looks down on her family for being lower rank and accepting his proposal will wound her pride. The philosophical stake is losing her belief that society shouldn’t care so much about wealth and rank.

It’s not enough to have a world-ending catastrophe to avert. It’s also not enough to overcome personal demons. A good narrative will have multiple levels of stakes, often connected or reliant on each other. Elizabeth isn’t the only person with stakes in Pride and Prejudice. Each character needs something, some motivation and something that motivates them.

An easy way to to establish stakes, at least early on as you’re figuring out your story, is to take your character, figure out what makes them great or wonderful or happy, and then decide how to destroy those things. Doing bad things to protagonists inherently creates stakes. You can tweak them or think of new ones throughout the process, but attacking their comfort zones is a great place to start.

Based on what I’ve mentioned with The Atlas Complex, it shouldn’t be a surprise that it’s lacking in the stakes department, but how did it fare otherwise with the Author’s Arsenal?

For exceptional character development, The Atlas Complex is awarded The Seal. Character is what drives this whole series, and The Atlas Complex in particular relies on character to engage the reader and advance the story.

That about wraps this up. Happy reading, have a great weekend, and stay tuned for more. And as always, if you have a book you’d like reviewed, add a comment and I’ll try and fit it in.

Sleepless Night and Poopy Diapers

It’s been a while (exactly twelve days) since I’ve written anything, be it here or on a project, and I can lay the blame solely on my wife. Okay, maybe not solely. I maaaay have had something to do with it. Regardless of blame, I’d like to introduce the newest distraction in my house, Kara.

What I’ve learned so far about her is she very strong, thinks sleeping is for the daytime, and gives a wicked side eye. We still like her anyway. :)

Reading This Sunday

Just a quick post here: If anyone lives in or around the Twin Cities, VERS/ATILE is hosting a reading this Sunday at 6pm. There are featured readers, followed by open mic. I’m one of the featured readers and I’ll be reading a couple of published shorts as well as one scheduled for publication this fall. Sort of a sneak peak.

If you’re interested in attending, the reading will be at Gingko Coffeehouse on Snelling in St. Paul.

I should note that if my wife ends up having our baby on Sunday, I’ll probably not be there, but I’ll update this if that’s the case.