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Telling non-fiction stories: three keys to keeping readers nosy

Nosy readers are the best. Nosy readers pry into the plot with questions. They get really up close and personal with characters. They wonder why you added this or left out that.

So, how to you keep your readers nosy to the end of your non-fiction narrative.

This week, my Creative Writing students are working on their “non-fiction” assignment final draft. Their rough drafts have taken me onto several historical battlefields, into campus lunch rooms, alongside hospital beds, and along journeys across state lines. I’ve dodged bullets, gone through rehab, attended Al Anon meetings, and climbed exhausting trails with my class. I’m tired, but exhilarated, as I wait for where each story lands.

Here are three key ways to invite your nosy readers into your story.

First, find the frame. The story is already there and it’s likely that all the facts, all the characters, and all the timeline and settings are present, too. Consider it all like it’s a film. Your job is to first locate the one frame that everything else in the story will illustrate.

When writing a narrative, or a non-fiction journal or essay, the temptation is to voice everything as a play-by-play commentator. It makes sense to the writer to get it all in with a focus on order and chronology.

Try this instead. Write with a framed picture watermarked behind your words. Imagine how this frame moves your story. Forget (or at least minimize) the chronology. (No matter how much Watson declared he would write each story about Sherlock in an orderly manner, the image of what it was all about still dominated the narrative. Think dark moors and phosphorus coated fangs and eyes!)

Second, add the color. We may dream in greyscale, but our waking world – and the stories we read and tell – needs the color our imagination brings.

If I’m standing on a street corner in real time, I hear, see, smell, taste and feel that corner. If it’s a busy lunchtime, the traffic signals changing, people chatting, nature speaking, and a restaurant’s aroma all spill into my senses. If it’s late night, the cool of fog or the brightness of passing headlights may dominate. Describe it in all the sensory imagination you can.

A favorite poem my students analyze is Sandburg’s “Fog.” I suspect they choose it because he only uses 21 words. I’m delighted since they are then challenged to craft 2-3 pages about these few lines. When I read these short stanzas, I feel the fog, smell the harbor, hear the city sounds, see the little paws stepping in and out of the harbor, and sense when the fog drifts away.

Readers are nosy for details. When you write your story, work hard to overdo the imagery, scenery, sounds, textures, etc. Literally, try to overwhelm your story with details. You can always strike out what doesn’t fit your final draft.

Third, cast your characters. Some readers like a to read a creative expression of nature or setting; but without “characters choosing” to borrow from one writer, there is no narrative. The nosy reader wants to know who your characters are, why they chose one rather than another way, and why they are there in the first place.

Remember the frame? Who is in your frame? How do they look? Laugh? Stand? Walk? Sound? Dress? Lean into others? Disney, for a century, has built its reputation on giving life and character to inanimate objects. In rapturous amazement, we watch a candlestick argue or sing and dance with a clock. Without voice and choice, they are useful objects. Disney makes them our friends.

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Here is a photo from my past. I know who they are and what was happening at the moment of this frame. More importantly, I know that one has blue eyes that capture every detail in the moment, another’s hands are thin and sinewy but quick to touch others with comfort. One friend laughs with every bit of their lungs, and another’s shoulders shake with an awkward full-body bounce and no sound when I tell a joke. The other simply rolls his eyes.

The beauty of writing non-fiction narratives is that your imagination puts you in the frame (yes, I’m Archie on the end) and all that leads up to and beyond the click of the shutter.

Day Five – With Ozzie and Birdie

A friend of mine told me he was going to another nation to teach English and share his faith. He said he was still working on his language skills but he has his testimony memorized.

Sharing your story is an essential way to share the Good News; after all, the Good News is all about the Story! I wonder if, sometimes we are too “back then” focused on our story. I met Jesus in…fill in date here…when I was living in…fill in location here…and I was burdened by…fill in sin here…but He forgave me by dying on the Cross. It’s all true and worth sharing.

I wonder if our culture is too “now” focused. Oswald talks about how important today is in our story. He writes, “Beware if in sharing your personal testimony you continually have to look back, saying, ‘Once, a number of years ago, I was saved.’” Don’t let my story from then, he says, not be reflected in the grace and power I walk in today.

My story should be real and powerful today! Yesterday’s light can’t replace choosing to “walk in the light as Jesus is in the light” today.

I think I’ll begin my story with “Can I tell you who Jesus is to me today? He is light to me in a dark and confusing world. He gives me mercy so today, I don’t have to try to live with guilt and shame. He takes my harsh and unkind words and attitudes I have with my wife and kids and neighbors, and he gives me the strength to ask for forgiveness and choose better words next time. He leads me and is in charge of my life today, and I don’t have to wander, without direction or hope.”

“He can do the same in your life today. And it started when Jesus came, and paid for the guilt, shame, and sin when he died on the executioner’s cruel instrument of capital punishment, the Cross.”

Walk in the light today, and share the Story through your story.

Day Four – with Ozzie and Biddy

I think about the Cross in different ways: where I found mercy, how I am saved, what moves me to consider His great love. But the Cross is that place where I pray, because it is where His answers are found and where I am most connected to Him. The Cross is where He bridged the desperation of Earth to the aspirations of Heaven.

I can walk in freedom. I need no one’s approval. I find healing for the brokenness I often carry. Most importantly, His mercy is there…and I need His mercy poured onto my life.

Chambers says this: The Cross represents only one thing for us—complete, entire, absolute identification with the Lord Jesus Christ—and there is nothing in which this identification is more real to us than in prayer.

My identity is there, at the Cross; I’m most fully human where He was most fully God. No posturing, no poseurs, no presuming. It is fully His invitation, His mercy, and His embrace at the Cross.

I don’t think I understand, but that’s not the goal. I may not find every answer like I want, but that’s not why I go. It’s so I can know Him, fully, and receive from Him, mercy, and find my identity in Christ Jesus. To the only true God who became man, who gave Himself to the pain and death it took to invite me to join His prayer and call out to Abba, Father.

Day three with Ozzie and Biddy

“God’s grace produces men and women with a strong family likeness to Jesus Christ, not pampered, spoiled weaklings.” Chambers, July 7

Chamber’s words ignite a longing to be like Jesus, walk like him, be both humble and bold like him. The church today needs to embrace both the discipline and the willing heart to be rejected.

A visiting professor not too many years ago was speaking to a class about discipleship and discipleship-making. He kept going on and on about wanting to live like Jesus and go through life like Jesus. The professor stood up and in front of the young man and promptly hit him on the head. Then he slapped his face and spit on him. He sat down and said “there is how Jesus faced life.”

I am so protective of my feelings and my safety that it stops my words from having the bold tenor that Jesus, the one of whom I bear “a strong family likeness,” had when on earth physically.

Today, I might be rejected, or face ridicule, but I will not be ignored. Let your voice be heard through my life and actions and words, oh Lord.

Day Two with Ozzie and Biddy

“It is one thing to say ‘do not fret’ but something very different to have a such nature that you find yourself unable to fret…fretting rises from our determination to have our own way.” Chambers July 4

Oswald says that worrying always leads to sin. Each time I worry, I am exerting my will over God’s desire. Be careful sanctifying worry and making it a virtue. If I’m not careful, I will worry, be fearful, fret, and lose sleep as if I was in control and my will is more important than God’s.

How can I grow so that my nature is not fretting because it is not the default anymore? I want my default to be “God’s got this. His will is best. I trust Him.”

Maybe this is why Paul tells us to pray instead of worrying.

“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need and thank him for all He’s done. Then, you will experience God’s peace which exceeds anything we can understand.” Philippians 4:6-7