Everyone’s heard the phrase “Kill Your Darlings” at some point in your writing career, yes? Those scenes we love so much because we’ve had dreams about them, or maybe they were the inspiration for the whole novel itself. Those precious gems we.cannot.give.up. We may even fight with our CPs and Betas and do our damndest to find a way to keep them.
But . . . while you’re working on saving that Darling, there was another scene type lurking around the corner that snuck up and bit you in the ass, and you probably didn’t even know it.
It’s called . . .
The Friend Zone Scene!
What is a Friend Zone Scene, you ask?
Well, it’s a very Friend-Zoney scene. Kinda cute, but clearly not perfect, not really all that exciting although it’s got good qualities, is easy to read, comfortable, and maybe it goes somewhere someday, but it probably won’t. You don't see it as a Darling, because it doesn't drive that cool of a car, but it's still there, leeching, dragging down your prospects, even though you like it, and . . . I just made you all freak out a little bit, didn't I?
Don't worry - this happens to us all, and as a freelance editor/author, I can confidently say that EVERYONE, yes everyone, has these scenes! But guys and gals, I ask you: You don’t date people you put in the Friend Zone for a REASON, so why would you put Friend Zone scenes in your novel?
Answer: you wouldn’t!
Your MS is prime locale, and if a scene wants to be in your book? It better EARN. ITS. PLACE.
NO DARLINGS. NO FRIEND ZONE SCENES.
SOLUTION: Make sure your scenes meet the 2 (two? that’s all? YEP! JUST TWO!) qualifications they need to have:
1. Have an Arc
2. Advance the story
Now, I know that was a lot, so let’s take these one at a time ;)
1. Have an Arc
Individual scenes, much like the overall build of the novel, should follow an arc. And (hint) it’s the same arc as the whole story.
In our example world, we’re in a 50s soda shoppe (because I’ve been craving a Grease marathon. Hey, it happens.)
We open the scene with our status quo – where we are, what we’re feeling, what’s going on.
Poodle Skirt Ponytail Girl is standing at the counter, twirling the cherry in her whipped cream sundae as she gazes longingly at the boy of her dreams.
Then something happens. *See: Katie waving and pointing to inciting incident*
She decides to cross the room to talk to the boy she’s been watching, and oh, what a long walk it is.
We have the natural buildup of momentum as the scene progresses toward a scene climax.
The asshole boy makes a quippy remark that gets the girl to burst into tears.
Perhaps she strolls over and says something cheeky, then makes out with his best friend.
Either way, there’s a climax.
This is followed by the resolution of the scene, ending either on a high point, or on a low point. Bonus points for cliffhangers.
Ponytail Poodle Skirt Girl holds her head up high and storms out, saying, “I knew you’d lose that bet that revolves around my External Arc A. And just wait to see what I have planned for you next!”
Or she runs away in tears, then plots to exact revenge by batting her eyes at the asshole boy's enemy.
And voila! We have a scene arc. Without one, we go nowhere.
The scene may lag because of lack of proper pacing, cut to the reader possibly starting to skim or have their attention wander, maybe they jump ahead to look for the climactic interaction before the end of the scene/chapter, only to find none and wonder – what was the point?
Worse, if we end a scene without addressing a high point/low point that attributes to our plot advancement, why should the reader care to move forward?
By having an arc that goes all the way from Status Quo to Post-Climax Resolution, each scene is sure to be developed enough to keep the reader’s attention from the first line, to the last, and into the next chapters.
2. Advance the story (through the External Conflict, and/or Internal Conflict, and/or address the MC’s overall Misbelief.)
This is the “have a point” part.
Um, have a point?
Like, really. If your characters sit around in a racetrack stadium eating chocolate ice cream out of a cup and just make goofy faces at each other, and then decide to go play hopscotch, and they’re NOT international hopscotch players practicing for their final showdown, or damning themselves to death because of their extreme lactose intolerance and subsequently decided this was the way they want to die . . .?
Cut. That. Shit.
(Or revise until you find a way to get a point in there.)