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Outlining Dig Down (Phase 4)

February 26, 2019 by admin

I had originally planned to write Dig Down in chronological order, but there was one major issue that kept me from starting: the scene where Rob comes to Preston asking for help. The dilemma was broken up into two problems. One: why would Preston refuse to help Rob. Two: the length of the scene.

I felt the length of their scene together had huge ramifications for the rest of the story. If it was too short, it might not only feel rushed but like it was one big exposition dump. If it was too long, I felt the shift from a conversation between father and son to that the chase that followed would be too jarring of a transition. I didn’t want the story to feel like Tuesdays with Morrie turned into Speed halfway through.

The idea to write Dig Down as two alternating timelines solved both these problems for me. Although half the chapters were devoted to the conversation between Rob and Preston, I could make them any length I wanted, and these chapters tend to be the shorter ones in the book. So the conversation is still a significant part of the story while the chronicles of Rob’s escape still take center stage.

This solved the pacing issues I thought would be present when I tried to write it chronologically. Just as the tension was ramping up or after an intense sequence, I could give the reader a bit of a breather with a more calming (though hopefully emotional intense) scene, before throwing them and Rob right back into the frying pan.

Structuring Dig Down this way also allowed me to flesh out Preston and the relationship Rob had with him even more. Until this point, my only description of him was that he was Rob’s father and was sickly. I had yet to determine, other than he needed the money for his medical expenses, why he would refuse to help his son out. Part of the reason for that was I just didn’t believe I could devote as much time to the character that I eventually did if I’d written Dig Down in chronological order.

 I had originally envisioned the scene between him and Rob lasting as long as the opening scene in Dial M for Murder. That scene dishes out all the information you need to know methodically, just like the villain the movie centers around, but it also fit the tone and pace of the movie. One long scene like that didn’t fit the fast pace I’d intended for Dig Down. Now, by breaking up this part of the story, I’d create a new (but much more manageable) problem for myself.

If half of the chapters were now going to be devoted to the debate between Rob and Preston, I needed to be able to supply them both with ammunition to battle for so long. In order to do that, I needed to understand who Preston was.

What I came up with was that Preston was the opposite of Rob. Whereas Rob was lazy and always looking for shortcuts, Preston was a self-made man, and a strong believer in doing things the right way. He would have developed a steadfast routine and honed it over time, so that even when he was going through some tough times, that foundation would always be there to support him getting back on his feet.

But he’s also Rob’s father, and so even though they are fundamentally different, he’ll always have the best intentions for Rob in all his actions, even though Rob never sees it that way. When Rob is insulted by being offered a measly sales rep job instead of an executive position, Preston sees it as helping his son attain the discipline he didn’t receive when he coasted and underachieved through college. When Rob feels Preston is holding him back by not promoting him, even after he’s signed a record number of new clients, Preston views it as tough love, believing that Rob still hasn’t shed his lazy work ethic, and keeping him in the position until Rob is forced to learn the business. When Rob feels betrayed that his father would fire him, Preston believed he was choosing the lesser of two evils. Although Rob would be devastated being fired in the short term, Preston felt that if he continued to let Rob falter and drain the company’s money, there’d be no job for him in the future.

I went through the entire backstory I had outlined for Rob and gave a justification for every one of Preston’s actions that Rob would’ve felt was persecution. In doing so, I now had the framework for a great debate between father and son, that satisfied my need to make Rob look sympathetic on the surface, but would also reveal the love that Preston held for him every step of the way.

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My Story (Part V)

February 22, 2019 by admin

“B-B-Be qu-quiet,” Horace hissed at his cameraman, even though his own teeth were chattering louder than Ralph’s constant sniffling.

“S-S-Sorry,” Ralph said, wiping his nose with his sleeve. “D-Do you kno-o-ow how m-much—”

“Quiet!”

From their hiding spot behind some crates, Horace’s eyes studied the serene scene of the piers. Nothing had stirred for almost an hour now.

He glanced down with suspicious eyes at the notepad he had swiped from Ryan’s desk, even though it was too dark to read the young reporter’s scrawl.

Was the kid fed bad information?

“Hor-race,” Ralph whispered next to him.

“Shh,” Horace snapped. His growl was answered by Ralph’s stomach. “Keep that g-gut of yours in ch-check.”

“S-S-Sorry. I n-never got a ch-chance to eat be-before you sn-snatched me for this a-ass-ssignment.”

“You can eat when we’re d-done,” Horace snarled.

“H-How l-long do you think that’ll b-be?”

“Quiet!” Horace rasped.

To pass the time, Horace convinced himself it wasn’t as late as it felt. Then he insisted that what he came here for wasn’t going to happen until the dead of night. Then he started counting how many times Ralph was going to sniffle. He grew frustrated before he hit thirty.

“Wh-what is it we’re w-w-waiting for?” Ralph broke the silence.

Horace rolled his eyes. The cameraman was insufferable. 

“J-just s-sit tight,” Horace commanded. “When this s-story br-breaks, you’ll be gl-glad you toughed it out.”

That calmed Ralph’s restlessness. For a few minutes.

“B-but what is—”

“Shh!” Horace said, clamping his hand down on Ralph’s shoulder.

They watched as a truck pulled into the parking lot of the docks. Then another car. And another.

“Get your camera r-ready,” Horace ordered.

Six figures emerged from the vehicles. Each of them was jovial, Horace noticed, as they cracked jokes and patted each other on the back.

They’re not even trying to hide their operation. They must think no one’s awake right now to notice. Still…very bold.

Horace was willing to risk Ralph taking a few shots. The clicks from the camera sounded so loud, but the figures on the dock took no notice.

“Who are th-those guys?” Ralph asked as he snapped away.

“Just take the p-pictures,” Horace said, never taking his eyes from the scene. He grinned as beside him, he could hear Ralph getting it all.

Horace couldn’t make out what they were saying, but the figures all began to make their way into the dock’s warehouse. The newsman decided to chance it.

“Come on,” he said, patting Ralph on the arm, the cold no longer phasing him. “Let’s get a closer shot of it.”

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Outlining Dig Down – Phase 3

February 19, 2019 by admin

Once I had determined that Rob’s personality was going to be dominated by a martyr complex, I worked on giving Rob the fuel to drive that complex. I don’t believe we start out thinking the cards are stacked against us every time we face an obstacle. As babies, we’ll fail constantly as we learn how to stand and walk. We don’t just give up immediately when we fail constantly or think the world is out to get us, so I felt it was important for Rob to experience something that would convince him he was constantly being persecuted.

 It was at this point that I shaped the relationship that Rob had with Preston as a tumultuous one.  I made the decision that Rob was always seeking his father’s love and approval, and never feeling like he got either.

As with the previous layer, this is what Rob’s backstory looks like when viewed through the filter of a son constantly rebuffed:

As a kid, Rob always felt neglected by his father, who spent his time growing his company. Preston missed so many of Rob’s big moments growing up that Rob began to consider Franklin & Moore as Preston’s other child whom he loved more. After graduating from college, Rob believed he’d have a prestigious job waiting for him at his father’s company, possibly because his father had always promised him there’d be a job waiting for once he graduated. Preston had other plans in mind. Rob still strove to achieve his father’s respect by selling to all his friends, even setting sales records in the process. Preston kept him in the position until his pool of friends dried up. Rob began to struggle and massively overspent trying to attract new clients.

 On the brink of being fired, and in an act of defiance to Preston, Rob goes into business with Axel, the biggest client the firm has ever seen, and a shady businessman Preston would never work with. Part of him believed he’d never earn his father’s respect following in his footsteps, but if he could show the old man he could succeed by his own methods, he’d finally get the love and respect he always felt he lacked from his father.

The firm’s profits skyrocket as Rob and Axel conduct shady business. Even with the success, Preston doesn’t like that all of Rob’s recommendations benefit Axel. Their relationship becomes adversarial. Preston isn’t dad anymore. Even after achieving more success, Preston disapproves. The firm’s clients evaporate, and Rob doesn’t have the money to support his growing drug habit. Rob believes he can’t afford to fail, that he needs to beat Preston in order to achieve his respect. He agrees to launder money for the cartel. With money steadily flowing in, he lives a lavish lifestyle he’s constantly flaunting. He no longer wants to convince Preston he’s surpassed him, he wants to convince everyone.

Everything is going fine until Congressman Spears is arrested and the wheels start to fall off. Rob, like Preston, has built something, and though Rob’s creation is far greater than Preston ever dared to dream, the harder he works, the quicker everything collapses. Through it all, he feels Preston is the author of his misfortune, and goes to him to find out why his father hates him so he can try to understand what he has to change in order to get Preston to help him escape.

This change was fundamental to Dig Down becoming more than just an idea. It was important that Rob appear sympathetic at first, and I felt living with this chip on his shoulder accomplished that, giving his misguided actions plausibility. This also solved the problem I had when I came up with the idea in 2011 of why Preston wouldn’t help his when he came to him for money. In addition to being sick (which was always a part of Preston’s character), having this philosophical difference that torpedoed Preston’s life’s work and strained his relationship with his son to the point where they’ve been estranged for some time felt like perfect reasons for why Rob would feel like it would be a challenge to get support from his father in his darkest hour.

Next week, I go over Preston’s perspective as he watched his son’s downward spiral.

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My Story (Part 4)

February 15, 2019 by admin

Ryan seethed at the juxtaposition. Whereas he had broken out in a sweat, Horace donned his famous eat shit grin.

His scrawny frame tensed up as the thief ambled over. His first instinct was to take his freshly filled notepad and run.

Relax. You knew this would happen when he saw you. Just don’t blow it.

Ryan quelled his urge to run, instead busying himself with items on his desk. The last thing he wanted was to let Horace know how much he loathed the thief.

No, the last thing he wanted was for Horace to figure out how much he wanted to exact revenge.

“Good evening, Ryan,” Horace greeted him heartily.

The salutation was in the same tone it had always been, but now Ryan saw it for what it was. The opening line in a con to gain his trust.

“Evening,” Ryan replied, sparing him a quick glance over his shoulder. 

“Okay, I was worried about a chilly reception,” Horace said. “You’re mad I got the credit for that story. Your source, um…”

“Anthony?” Ryan offered absently. His source’s name was actually Andy.

“Yeah, Anthony!” Horace said, confirming he hadn’t interviewed the man, just slapped his name on the story Ryan had written and gotten it to Frank first. “I guess he called to give an additional detail he had forgotten to tell you. He never mentioned your name, so I thought I was breaking a story. Believe me, if I had known that it was yours, I would’ve taken down what Anthony said and delivered it to you personally. I mean, what a story!”

Ryan shrugged, feigning interest, and hoping Horace was buying his acting. “Stories come and go.”

He could feel Horace eye him curiously. “I can see that.” He pointed to Ryan’s open notepad. “You got a good one? Looked like your hand couldn’t keep up.”

Ryan quickly flipped the notepad shut. “I might be on to something,” he said guardedly.

“Care to share over coffee?” Horace asked, taking a presumptive step toward the break room.

“Sorry, can’t,” Ryan said curtly.

That stopped Horace. His eat shit grin flickered for a moment. “Come on,” he cajoled. “If there’s any bad blood, we can hash it out. I’m telling you, this is just a tragic misunderstanding. I’m really sorry it happened.”

If you were really sorry, why didn’t you go to Frank when you found whose story it was?

He kept that question to himself, bottled up inside. For now, it took everything to look polite but firm on the outside.

“No hard feelings,” Ryan assured him. “Like I said, stories come and go.” He leaned in closer to him, as if to share a secret. “And this story…everyone will forget about my last one. Well…not mine. Yours. But it’s okay. Once I write this one, I’ll forget all about the snafu that give you credit for my story.”

“Really?” Horace asked, intrigued. 

Ryan nodded, but offered nothing more. He could see the thief’s face crumble under the suspense.

“What is it?” Horace finally asked, then gave a blustery laugh to mask how forcefully he had posed the question.

“Sorry,” Ryan said, turning away from him. “My source said to get there ASAP. I’ve got to grab a photographer. We’re going to want pictures of this.” He paused. “Actually, Frank’ll probably want video footage of this we can send to news outlets. You know how he loves it when they have to credit us with a story.”

He fished out his keys and started for the elevator. Behind him, Horace took the place he vacated by his desk.

Ryan could feel the thief’s eyes widen. “You do think I stole your story, don’t you? You don’t trust me anymore.”

He turned to face Horace. “I really have to get going,” he insisted. Ryan flashed him a smile. “Relax. I know your true intentions,” he said before continuing on his way.

Horace watched him frantically press the button for the elevator before abandoning it hurriedly for the stairs. When the plucky reporter was out of sight, he turned back toward Ryan’s desk, picked up the notepad he had left behind, and rushed to the opening elevator.

The thief had dashed into the elevator so quickly, he didn’t even notice that the door to the stairwell was slightly ajar. Nor did he see Ryan peering through it, watching him, smiling.

He took the bait.

Filed Under: Tales from Dig Down

Outlining (Digging Deeper)

February 12, 2019 by admin

After outlining a quick rundown of Rob’s past, I next chose to delve into Rob’s motivation for getting mixed up in all the crimes he’d eventually be charged with. This stage of the outline really helped me understand who Rob was, and really established the character he turned into.

What kind of person would do these things?

That was the question I had to ask myself. It was possible that Rob could’ve been your prototypical “everyman” who just got dealt a bad hand too many times until he was forced to help others break the law just to make ends meet. But knowing the actions I had in store for Rob once the story got going, I knew that wouldn’t be right for the character. Not exactly.

Rob wasn’t a good guy who just got dealt a bad hand. But he’d THINK he was.

When I’d originally conceived on this idea in 2011, Rob was only guilty of the sin of omission, aware of criminal activities while not actively participating in them until things got out of hand and people wanted him dead before he could incriminate them. The more I thought about it, the more I believed my main character’s path leading up to story had to be forged by decisions he’d knowingly made, not bad situations that happened to him. This decision made his later actions when he was in Preston’s townhouse and throughout his escape more believable. It also helped give a reason for Preston’s refusal to help, something I didn’t have 8 years ago.

This choice also gave Rob depth, because although he engaged in activities that ultimately led to his downfall, I felt he was someone who didn’t believe he was a bad guy. Going back to what type of person the main character for this story would be, I felt they would be someone who went through life believing nothing they did was ever their fault and everything bad that happened was out of their control.

As I conceived the character of Rob, I gave him a martyr complex. You may have noticed most times when Rob is in a tense situation, his immediate thought is to think “Of COURSE this has to happen to me.”

Rob’s view of life was meant to echo the feeling of the title Dig Down. He’d make a bad decision that led to unfavorable consequences. Instead of accepting blame, he’d feel the world was out to get him, and use this as justification to make another poor decision that would lead him even worse off. As I went over his backstory, I wanted to craft it so that if he, at any point, just took responsibility (and his lumps) he’d be in a bad situation, but at least he’d stop there and could work towards turning things around.

This was the rundown of his backstory with his martyr complex applied:

Rob felt he should’ve had a job waiting for him at his father’s company once he graduated college. Because of this expectation, he never applied himself, which didn’t sit well with Preston. He felt slighted when given a junior salesman position, but he had plenty of friends he could make a quick sale too, hoping to impress his father and get fast tracked to the once denied executive position. When that doesn’t happen, he believes his father is holding him back, and with no more quick sales, his career takes a nosedive.

Believing he’s about to be fired, Axel, a shady businessman, approaches him, offering him plenty of business if he helps manipulate stocks for him. Rob does this, achieving success beyond anything Preston has accomplished. Through Axel, he meets Vicky, his underage addict daughter. He falls in love, and woos her by scoring drugs for her, eventually getting hooked himself. To support his ever growing drug habit, he agrees to launder money for the cartel when they approach him with a solution to his financial struggles.

Things seem fine for a time, but one of his conspirators gets mixed up in a public scandal, and dominoes start to fall. Being one of the closest people mixed up in this scandal, Rob calls on the cartel to kill the tarnished accomplice before the scheme can be brought to light, but is too late in doing so. With their crimes exposed, and Rob under the spotlight of the media, the remaining parties look to clean house before they draw the attention of law enforcement.

As you can see, I started him off with just being lazy, and always taking the easy way out. As life got tougher for him, he kept digging his heels in, until he had no other choice but to help break the law. From there, his willingness to commit crimes became easier, and the scope of his crimes grew with each new obstacle.

“Good decisions are hard to make, but easy to live with. Bad decisions are easy to make, but hard to live with.”

While I was going through this stage of the outline, this quote came to mind, and I wanted to make sure it applied to every decision Rob made. I’m not certain of it’s origin, but I’d heard it from a YouTube channel by Brian Tracy. He’s recorded countless videos on motivation and productivity, and if you’re ever looking for either, check his channel out.

Next week, I detail why Rob’s personality led him to always take the easy way out.

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My Story (Part III)

February 8, 2019 by admin

Even sitting, Ryan’s knees became wobbly as his source fed him the hook for the story. On the other end of the line, the voice was asking if he was still there.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m still here,” Ryan said, snapping out of it.

He had gone lightheaded with euphoria.

His pencil snapped under the frantic force he was using to jot the story down as fast as he could. When he looked down at his scribbled notes, he counted at least five grammatical errors. He tore the page out of his notepad, balled it up, grabbed another pencil, and as calmly as he could manage, asked his source to start again from the top.

This story is gonna be huge, Ry. Don’t fuck it up!

The gravity of the story dragged his thoughts to the thief. His neck whipped around towards Horace’s office door.

Still closed.

He could feel his source on the other end of the line grow more impatient by the millisecond. This was a juicy development where they worked, and it was clear to Ryan that they wanted to get back to work before their absence was noticed.

For Ryan’s part, he wanted to get the story as quickly as they wanted to give it. But he knew there was another dynamic at play. The thief was an obstacle, and would swipe this story too if he wasn’t careful.

Paranoid, he twisted his neck back towards Horace’s office. In the split second it took him to do so, he had the unshakable feeling that the door would swing open if his eyes didn’t reach it fast enough.

Still closed.

With that fear subsided (for now), Ryan soaked in the story, finding he had never felt this level of craving before. Each detail bred another question.

If his ears could salivate, his neck would be drenched.

His hand cramped as he hungrily filled page after page of his notepad with shorthand. His mind worked overtime juggling all the details he was being fed. His neighbor asked him to stop the incessant toe tapping.

The words he scribbled down were a jumbled mess. Taking down the story he was given had always come naturally to him, but that wasn’t what was happening here.

After every couple of lines, he’d snap his neck back towards Horace’s office. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being observed.

Still closed.

After filling five pages, his source stated they were done, they had to get back, and asked if Ryan had everything he needed. Ryan recited every word they had told him in his head, and when he was convinced he wasn’t ever going to forget the story that made his career, he agreed to let them off the line.

He hung up, then flipped to the front of his notes and reexamined everything. His concern was that his hastily written notes wouldn’t make sense to anyone that read them. When he was done reading, he slowly lowered his pad, and smiled.

His smile quickly dissipated. Slowly, he willed himself to peek around the newsroom. He swiveled in his chair until he was facing the thief’s door.

Still closed.

He didn’t see you, Ryan thought, as he continued  to spin his chair back toward his desk. His rotation halted as he faced the break room opposite Horace’s office.

Horace stood in its doorway, watching him.

Filed Under: Tales from Dig Down

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