Five Ways to Master The Character Arc

What is a character arc?

“A character arc is the transformation or inner journey of a character over the course of a story. If a story has a character arc, the character begins as one sort of person, and during the story, things happen which gradually transforms him or her into a different sort of person.”

As I close the third round of editing for my novel, A Time of Stones, I realize the importance of character arcs and how they drive the reader through the story and finishing the novel.

Here are five ways that will help you help you master your character’s arc.

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How To Keep Writing Through the Holidays

It’s that time of the week – Tuesday Discussion.

I haven’t done a Tuesday Discussion for a long time if you want to read over and contribute to the discussion on some of the previous posts, click the links below.

For those new to my blog, each week I pose a topic (relevant to my WIP) and try to unravel the mysteries and different perspectives of it. This week’s post is:

How do you keep writing through the holidays?

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Burimen Brothers – Part II

Click here to read Part I. Hopefully you enjoy Part II, until next time.

 

When I was young, Mother always told me to stay away from the mountain passage but she was no longer around. I made me way to the long, dark tunnel. There was nothing except for the triangular opening on the other side.

I stopped at the entrance and spun around to a screeching cry. I gazed at the deathly beauty of the creature. Crimson scales covered its body, large transparent membrane wings, spikes of irregular pattern followed its spine, four strong limbs with claws as sharp as ice stalactites; and its rider. I bolted into the dark passage.

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Caged Bird

I speak but noone can hear

I flap but noone lets me out.

I want to fly,

free into the big blue thing,

sometimes it changes to dark.

that’s okay. I’d rather be

up high, away from this black prison.

Big things moving,

Help let me out I squawk

but no help.

Do I stay here till I die?

all I want to do is fly.

 

DWTSmith. #poetrymonth

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