I think I may have lost it. I'm not quite sure what we're talking about anymore.
I think I may have lost it. I'm not quite sure what we're talking about anymore.
I remember one previous discussion about tension. I think I wrote then, and would reiterate here, that I view tension as being solely a description of what the reader feels—not what the character feels.
So I am in total agreement about car chases and fight scenes. My reaction as a reader may very well be Meh. So what? The fact that the character is freaking out, or is about to fail in achieving a goal, or whatever, may be immaterial to me.
Meh might not be my reaction, even before I know much about the characters or the story. A car chase or fight scene could be thrilling in and of itself if it is particularly odd, clever, whatever. The scene could tell me something about the world that intrigues me. Science fiction and fantasy might have that advantage: the very weird technology and/or magic on display during the car chase or fight scene might instantly provoke those...questions?
But I think I might take a step back and look at the issue of questions vis-a-vis tension. I think questions might only be a symptom of what's happening when tension is created.
While reading over the early posts in this thread, the thought occurred to me:
Tension correlates to moments of change. Or, potential change, perhaps.
For the reader—and that is the only real consideration—whatever is happening on the page is in flux whenever there is tension. Yes, questions of some sort are likely to be occurring also (even if not consciously considered by the reader.) But the "questions" arise because the reader is reading along as if walking across a gap between two skyscrapers on a tight wire and the wire shakes. Or maybe the better metaphor would be a walk across a taut rope that is fraying nearby or at its end even as the reader crosses the gap over a canyon. Does this line continue all the way to the end—or is something about to change that path?
Another metaphor, or example, might be the line break in a poem. For me, that line break had better be important. It had better signal a potential change in the path of the line. [Here, best to think of "line" as line of thought.] Otherwise, it will come across (!) as irrelevant, pointless, random, etc.
It isn't necessary for what comes after the line break in a poem to be odd, unexpected, or a total break in the line of thought:
It isn't necessary for what comes after
the line break in a poem
to be odd, unexpected, or a total break
in the line of thought,
so long as the lion
gets to eat the reader
at the end.
Well now, that was odd.
Just pulled that out of my whatever. A silly example, perhaps. The point I would make is that each moment of change introduces the potential for the line of thought—or, the story's line; throughline?—to veer into an unexpected direction.
With a lack of tension, everything would play out more or less as expected. With tension—yes, no, maybe. So yep, there are "questions" of a sort, but there's more to it, I think.
All of the above kinda ignores the importance of stakes and reader investment in the particular characters and story. These, I think, are necessary additional considerations for the writer wanting to create tension for the reader. But I just wanted to shoot an arrow deeper into the hole to see if I could strike the bottom.
Right, so, sorry about that.I think I may have lost it. I'm not quite sure what we're talking about anymore.
Change is essential on a chapter to chapter basis, not purely for tension, but it is part of it. It can be a peg along the character arc, threat level, theme, whatever, but a chapter without change that retains the status quo in its entirety probably has issues. The Story Grid by Coyne is one the better in detail explanations of this process.
Chat Noir was supposed to be humbled by a little sewage, not humiliated with the question of their lives, asked by a friend but phrased like a high school bully, for his feelings to be put on display and mocked for the public.
He looked cute in the dripping muck, Ladybug thought when she had thrown the surfboard into the air, which then dissolved into her Miraculous Ladybug damage-fixing wave that cleaned up the sewage everywhere but her kitty. She still didn’t understand how that power worked. Did it leave him in a mess because part of her wanted it to or because that was somehow lucky?
It didn’t feel lucky. Poor Chat. She was proud of him for how well he handled it. He took that question while covered in sewage and didn’t even hesitate. But he had to find it humiliating, didn’t he? Was Chat Noir really that happy even with the muck and that question or was this proof of his ability to fake it?
Damnit, why didn’t she know him well enough to answer that? Maybe she did know. Chat Noir took off without even a glance her way, let alone his usual goodbye bow. He couldn’t even look at her with heartbreak on his mind. And his expression was just a little too steady, unless she was overthinking it.
And what had gotten into Alya to ask him that question? Marinette still loved her friend, but how dare she interfere with their partnership like that. Chat’s heart was Ladybug’s to break at the time and manner of her choosing, not to be forced on them abruptly by a reporter. Damnit, Chat, for being so public with his affections.
And damnit, why had she been so public with her rejections? Some people were picking up on it and treating him like dead weight. This was her fault. Her partner was awesome, and Paris should know that. Well, everyone in Paris except for Chat.
“Here kitty kitty,” Ladybug whispered after she came up against the hotel window. She noted traces of muck against the glass. Her partner had gone inside through here.
Beep, beep.
Her earrings buzzed for the fourth time. She shook her head. Chat was gone, and she was out of time.
It was just as well. What was she going to say him? Yes, I’m going break your heart, so get over the pain, get out there, and still be ready to die at an akuma’s hand for me. What a kind partner she was. I’m going to break your heart even though you’re always there for me, even though I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever met, and even though I refuse to actually get to know you, Chat. What a friend she was. I’m going to break your heart because I’m in love with a prettyboy model I can’t even talk to. Ohh yes, she knew she did right by Chat Noir.
But she couldn’t help it. She was in love with –
“Adrien?” she let out. Just as she was about to toss out her yoyo to go, Adrien had come out through the hallway door just below the window she was sitting against. He seemed focused on something that was cupped in his left hand.
Every time Marinette saw him her heart jumped into her throat and choked up her words. But right now she was Ladybug. She had something she had failed to talk to Adrien about all week, and damnit, she had thirty seconds left of her Ladybug confidence to force herself to commit to it. She swung around the corner of the building, pushed through the first window she could find, and let out a yelp as she hit the floor in her normal school clothes.
Readers know that they're supposed to end up together. That's not a secret. So anything that comes between them, even a little - any time they're thinking about each other - creates tension because they're thinking all the wrong things.... that's all in there.
To me, it is not the questions that matter so much to the reader. It isn't "Are they going to stop the T-Rex"... what is interesting is HOW are they going stop the T-Rex?
To me, it is not the questions that matter so much to the reader. It isn't "Are they going to stop the T-Rex"... what is interesting is HOW are they going stop the T-Rex?