The 3 Act Structure

The classical 3-act structure has it roots deep in pre-history, having initially come from Aristotle’s Poetics. Much of what defined a well written play has now been transferred to not only the art of screenwriting, but also full-length works of fiction.

The main characteristics to remember, are:

  • that the first act sets up the action
  • the second act is where the confrontation takes place
  • while the third act offers the resolution to the story
  • there should be a plot point at the end of acts one and two, which clearly takes the story in a different direction
  • there should be at least one strong main character who steers the action
  • that the story is clearly character-driven, even though the subject matter may concern physical action. In fact, all the important structural story-beats should ideally be linked to the main character and their evolvement throughout the story.
  • the actions and or reactions of the main character should drive the story forward.

Follow these simple rules and you can’t go too wrong when construction your next novel.

True Friendship

It’s not the number of friends we think we have in our lives, but the trueness of a single friend, that counts. The friend that is more excited about your good news than you are, when you email them or call. And when everything has, or is about to go horribly wrong in your life, who is it you can count on; who will be there for you when you need them the most?

That’s when you find out who your true friends are. But in order to have a friend like that, you must be that kind of friend to begin with … the one who is willing to move heaven and earth, if necessary, when needed.

What kind of friend are you?

This Side of Heaven

Words always seem to fail me when I think of you. I inevitably find my only expression with tears as memories well up from somewhere deep inside, threatening to overwhelm me. I don’t know how to let you go. Even after all this time, you linger like a fragrance upon my soul. Why is it I don’t know how to unleash this torrent, this river of grief still lingering in my heart? Where’s the plug that I can pull? Where’s the tap I can turn to stop more pain filling up my heart? Where’s the understanding everyone promised me would come with time?

Where is it when I need it most, in this dark, lonely place.

Lost in thought, waiting for you.

You, like some dark shadow wait in the back of my mind, waiting to be found, waiting to be brought back into the light once again. And still I burn with something left unspoken. A final word left hanging in the air, a thread of memory, leading back down through time and space, to you.

Never again will I touch your skin, caress your sweet lips with mine. Never again will I breath in the scent of your soft, warm skin, as we lie entwined body moulded to body.

My heart breaks to know I will never find you again, this side of heaven.


In Correspondence With 2

10 St James’s Sq, London
November 27, 1852

My Dear Mister Turing,

As I lay here amid my bedchamber, under the thrall of a terrible malaise, my mind is still in flux with so many questions raised by your visit, yesterday. And I am drawn back to a number of strange events in my life. Notwithstanding, the very unusual man who paid my mother and I a visit when I was but 8 years-old. A man, I must confess, who confounded me even more so than you, Mister Turing. His manner, his behaviour, his dress and the clipped vowels of his speech all spoke of more than I could fully grasp, nor comprehend at that time. Till my mind chanced upon thoughts of this very meeting, late last evening, and connected it with you.

The similarity is quite startling and, of this day, now, I can conclude he too, like you, Mister Turning, must have been another visitor from a future I have yet to determine. A future that both of you feel is full of dread and yet, so many wonders as to spark the imagination beyond all dreaming. I am besot to wish I did live in such times as my mind would be given such flight as to soar. And that the detriment of my body being of the female persuasion would be no cause for doubt among such like-minded peers as I might enjoy, in the enlightened society of this glorious future.  Continue reading