Pam Pheasant

What’s wrong with clichés?

What is a cliché? 

It’s simply a phrase or saying in frequent usage, easily recognised and understood.  We use them all the time in conversation and avoiding them would result in a rather affected manner of speaking.

Writers become deeply concerned about clichés and see them as a deadly sin.  And yet in our newspapers, we find them scattered like confetti – that’s a cliché by the way, but we all know what it means.  I could have said that they are to be found randomly distributed within the text of most newspaper articles.   But scattered like confetti is much more visual.  It has been over-used for a reason.  It’s been over-used because it has meaning.

I wonder why we have all become so super sensitive about clichés.  Perhaps it’s the fault of the professional and non-professional critiquer.  It’s so easy to pick one out of an excellent piece of writing and say disparagingly, “a pity about that cliché in the first sentence.”  To me one cliché on a page is nothing to get upset about.  It’s when there’s one in every paragraph that it can become distracting.

A particular cliché can become irritating when it gets too much exposure.  Politicians are guilty of using expressions like “hard working families” until the phrase begins to lose its meaning.   Too many clichés can be indicative of sloppy or lazy writing.  It can mean the writer hasn’t taken the trouble to seek out a more original or apt analogy.  However, avoiding them altogether can result in writing that is less explicit and less accessible. Certainly clichés should be allowed their place in dialogue because an attempt at eliminating them will result in conversation that is stiff and wordy.

Writing is all about communication and as long as we are communicating in a way that the reader understands, it’s serving its purpose.   We all know not to judge a book by its cover and that it’s little use flogging a dead horse.  How sad if writers were to avoid these picturesque expressions and allow them to die out of common usage.  Sometimes it’s possible to be too clever by half!

These expressions are a sort of shorthand.  They say a lot in a few words.  We shouldn’t sneer at the hard-working cliché when it is conveying exactly what we want to say.   Of course, we should look for new and original ways of expressing what we mean, but beware, if successful, that clever phrase may soon become a cliché. 

Fiction Therapy

Long before I started writing fiction, I was aware of the therapeutic benefits of writing, particularly for someone like me who is not quick thinking and articulate.  It takes me time to put words together and by then the opportunity to speak them may have passed. 

I first started to understand how it could be therapeutic for other people when I worked for a number of years for a boss who had an unfortunate habit of always speaking his mind.  Some saw this as a virtue, but it didn’t always make him friends.  However, outspoken remarks can be glossed over, re-interpreted and explained.  The written word is less forgiving. 

It became a problem when a letter came into the office that contained a complaint.  He found any criticism difficult to cope with.   ‘Let me draft something for you’ I would say. ‘No, no need.  I can reply to this’.  He would take it away and cover several sheets with angry scribble, pressing so hard that his words punctured the paper.  The sheets would then be put on my desk for typing.  ‘This is what I want to say and I don’t want you to change anything.’ Having read through the pages of vitriol, I would set about drafting a response that took quite a different approach, one that would promote better understanding while avoiding antagonising the recipient.  He always signed without a murmur and once it was in the post, I could shred the closely written sheets. This made me recognise how important it was to him to be able to write down his feelings, but how equally important it was to be careful how these words were shared. 

When I started writing fiction, I realised what a perfect vehicle it is for feelings and emotions that can’t otherwise be easily expressed. Fictional characters almost always develop from real life models.  The unpleasant characters are sometimes the easiest to create. 

When I shared my first novel with work colleagues, one of my characters made them fall about laughing.  This was not because the character was in any way amusing, but because they recognised the source.  I had been on the receiving end of this person’s unpleasantness many times and writing the character had given me great satisfaction.  Perhaps I shouldn’t have given him a name and occupation so similar to the model.  I’ve now changed a few non-essentials, but kept the essence of this character’s unpleasant nature.  Every story needs a villain or two.

Another aspect of writing villains is that you have to explore what makes them the way they are.  This can bring greater understanding and even empathy. The characters closest to the writer tend to have something of the writer in them.  They are the characters that the writers may use to express their own emotions, feelings and views.  Probably they will have some personal enhancements that the writer quite fancies.  They may be bigger and stronger or prettier and more agile.   Almost certainly, they will be more articulate, able to express themselves exactly as the writer would wish.

 One of the great things about writing fiction is the opportunity it provides for exploration.  This can be the exploration of relationships or the environment. Most of my writing has involved the exploration of relationships.  We all want to know what makes other people tick. Once you place one character you have created in the vicinity of another and allow them to interact, the result can be quite unexpected.  As you start to ask the big ‘what if’ question, you can allow your characters to act out your deepest anxieties and desires without any real life bloodshed.  It can be a very liberating experience and teach you a lot about human nature and incidentally about yourself. 

Exploring the environment is something else.  Perhaps you have longed to travel to other countries or closer to home to see what’s behind the door of that house half way down the street that doesn’t seem to fit in with all the other houses.  You can send your fictional character on a journey to find out more.  If your own street seems a bit dull, then you can carry this to extremes and build a whole other world. If you hate the political system, you can make up your own and find out how it could work.  The possibilities are endless and may help to reconcile you to life as it is on planet earth. 

You could start by collecting stories.  They really are all around you and people use them in all sorts of ways.  There may only be seven basic stories, but the variations are limitless. You only have to listen to a television debate or be present at a business meeting and sooner or later someone will come up with a story. It may not start ‘once upon a time’, but you will learn recognise the various openings that people use.  It will probably be a story that has been told a million times and each time it has been embroidered a little to make it more amusing or more interesting or to hammer home a point.  Names may have been changed to protect the innocent or not so innocent. It has become more fiction than fact so that in the end the two may be difficult to separate.

Most children are able to escape into imaginary worlds when the going becomes tough in this one.  At school we are encouraged to write stories.  As we get older and life becomes more serious, many of us lose this ability.  Day dreaming has no place in an adult world obsessed with facts and figures.  Perhaps fiction therapy could help people unlock this under-used area of the brain and find fulfilment in creativity.

A Christmas 75-worder #27

Photograph by John Hoggard

Photograph by John Hoggard

Well this is it my last 75-worder of this Christmas period, and, just like the double doors on the Advent calendar, I'm going for a big finish and I'm going to offer you two 75-worders today.The first was written way back in September and actually appeared on the Paragraph Planet website on September 29th. Using the first few words of the story as the Paragraph Planet site does it is not inappropriately entitled, Autumn returns to the valley.So, why am I sharing with you a story about autumn? Well, it was my fellow WordWatchers member, Charlotte Betts, who suggested that she'd like to see a complete series of these, one for each season. As this was never my intention, but an obvious thing to do once it was pointed out, so I decided to take her up on her suggestion.While I have been unable, so far, to complete the series, lacking suitable inspiration for Spring and Summer, it was inevitable that during my musings over the Christmas period that a follow up to my Autumnal story would make itself known. So, here they are my two seasonal 75-worders back-to-back:

Autumn returns to the valley for the anniversary of my birth, as she does every year. I tip my hat to her, the first morning my breath blossoms as a cloud from my chest. I watch as she dances between the branches, igniting them in flickering flames of red, orange and gold. As the days shorten, she shakes the proud oaks, warning them of the coming of Winter and they shed their crowns in fear.*Winter comes to the valley and, tapping gently on the ground, he turns water to diamonds, a gift to those who slumber below. But they do not answer his call and in his frustration he rages at them, turns the earth to stone, entombing them. But anger turns to sorrow. He does not like the sad, grey world he has created, so he covers the world in a blanket of white and waits for her...

I am hoping I can write about her when real Spring arrives and not this strange pseudo-Spring that many of us seem to be in at the moment.Thank you for all your comments, shares and likes on this series of stories, here on the blog, on Twitter and on Facebook. They are all very much appreciated and I have tried to follow up on each - so I hope I have not missed anybody out.Until 2016!

A Christmas 75-Worder #22

Christmas Tree by Newt Hoggard

Christmas Tree by Newt Hoggard

I suspect that we won't be the only household this Christmas that will be like this on Boxing Day. We were last year (when I wrote the story) and I'm sure we will be again.

The Boxing Day Menu: There were homemade mince pies for breakfast and a small bar of recently unwrapped chocolate for brunch. There was some deliberation at lunchtime and examination of tinfoil wrapped bowls before general indecision lead to a mixture of pigs-in-blankets, a few leftover Brussels Sprouts with half a tin of previously opened baked beans. Tea was a non-event although the fridge was grazed repeatedly and a generous portion of Christmas cake was devoured.

Hope you all had an wonderful Christmas Day and that the festive period continues to bring you happiness.

A Christmas 75-Worder #18

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardI wrote this one to be deliberately ambiguous, to let you, the reader decide what the mechanism for what actually happens is. I also wrote it because, sometimes, things can be really tight at Christmas, but it doesn't take much to turn things around and make a huge difference to an individual.

Robert slipped his card nervously into the cash point machine. He knew things were tight, really tight. He typed his PIN slowly into the machine and waited. He requested his balance and his heart sank. YOUR BALANCE IS: £4.62. TODAY YOU MAY WITHDRAW: £0.00. Tearfully he went to cancel his transaction when the screen blanked out. Then the words: MERRY CHRISTMAS BOBBY MY BOY appeared and the machine dispensed two crisp £20 notes.

I would be interested to know what you think about this one...John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #17

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardI confess that I do have a fascination with the whole Santa and Rudolph thing, but obviously, having grown up with Neil Gaiman, it's not possible to just write a straight up 'nice' story of a man and his magical reindeer...

They unbolted the door and held the creature at bay with long pikes. It hissed and spat a flaming, sticky liquid onto the ground. It howled as they worked in pairs to distract it and force it into its harness. It thrashed its head and razor sharp antlers, but they got its snapping maw into the iron muzzle. In the semi-darkness it glowed red hot as it filled with fire. Rudolf was ready for flight.

Ho Ho Ho...?John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #16

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardAnother Science Fiction themed Christmas 75-worder, although you will see, I hope that I've given it a little fantasy spin and left the ending open ended, which is all you have space to do in such a short piece.I'll let you draw your own conclusions with this one...

Mars One was Humanity’s first non-Lunar permanent colony. It was small, just 27 scientists and engineers for this one-way trip as they began a lifetime of work to make it possible for those that would follow to return back to Earth if required. Christmas Day was business as usual, but nobody admitted to the clever hoax of hoof prints in the Martian soil or where the non-itinerary gifts left in their bunks had come from.

Hope all your Christmas wrapping is almost done, the clock is ticking and time is almost up.John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #15

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardThis is one of my favourite 75-worders, not just of Christmas, but of any of those that I have written. I was very pleased when this one got picked for publication on the Paragraph Planet website in December 2014 during its seasonal Christmas run of 75-worders.

The attack came from nowhere, the perfect ambush. Biggsy took a head shot and tumbled backwards through the trees and disappeared out of sight as the rest of the patrol dived for cover. For a brief moment Tonky’s world was filled with blinding, stinging shrapnel, but then the thudding impacts stopped. He nodded to the rest, the enemy had not staggered their fire and were now reloading. They broke from cover, snowballs at the ready.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #14

Santa Hat by Yvie HoggardAs I said in a previous post in this series, despite my love of Science-Fiction, I often struggle to do justice to the genre in just 75-words, especially if you throw Christmas into the mix. The idea for this one came to me after stumbling over a re-run of Men in Black and I didn't write it at Christmas (unlike most of my other Christmas themed stories).

The commander read the charge sheet with growing alarm. He looked up at the prisoner and spoke in grave tones. “When we picked up your distress beacon after you’d crashed, you were instructed to lay low, but what do I see here? Use of temporal warp fields, unauthorised use of anti-gravity technology… Abuse of replicators… Turn that morph-field off!” The prisoner complied with the order. White beard became orange tentacles, but the red suit remained.

Well, by this time next week, it'll all be over! Hope your Christmas preparations are going brilliantly...John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #13

Holly by Yvie HoggardThis one came to me quite easily, once I'd decided it was going to be a play on words, the story pretty much wrote itself. I like it when that happens!

After Martha hung up the phone on her son she began to fret. Her house was beautifully and tastefully bedecked in subtle golds and silvers of festive decoration and now he said he was going to be bringing his own too, something nasty and modern from his art college no doubt. When she opened the door later, she was momentarily baffled. “Mum, this is Holly,” he said of the pretty girl stood next to him.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #12

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardSometimes all I have is a character, in this case the dad, and I just put them in a scene and see what happens. Usually what happens is I end up with an idea for story that is much longer than 75-words, but at least I have the idea. The rest is just editing.I really like this one, it gets me quite emotional reading it back.

Dad had always been a bit of an emotional flatliner. Never cross, but never particularly excitable either. Nervously, she handed him the envelope and waited. He opened the plain white card and stared at the small black-and-white image. She watched as his eyes scanned the words written next to it over and over again. “Merry Christmas Granddad, see you in a few months.” Tears ran down his cheeks, each one a rare and precious diamond.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #11

Rudolph by Yvie HoggardI adore the writings of Neil Gaiman, his short story collection, Smoke and Mirrors, is a particular favourite. I love the way Gaiman takes a familiar tale or character and twists them into something else and Nicholas Was does this brilliantly. I have tried my best to capture the essence of what Gaiman manages so beautifully in this 75-worder...

He had bitten off the jingle bells from his suit. The icy wind penetrated his thin frame through the holes in his green and gold jacket. The tips of his pointy ears were frozen. The sack, as his Master’s magic wore off, became heavier with each desperate stride. A glance backwards into the dark revealed a demonic lantern of red. “After him Rudolf!” the terrifying voice boomed out. He was never going to make it.

It should be noted that my eight year old daughter, Yvie, has a slightly different idea of a demonic Rudolph than I do.John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #10

Snowflake by Yvie HoggardYou can blame my fellow WordWatchers member Julian for this one. Julian had the idea for an 'alternative'  series of Christmas cards that started off with something traditional, recognisable and 'nice' and then, on the inside, twist it into something macabre.So this 75-worder is an expansion of that idea. Enjoy. Or , indeed, not...

The children had nagged me for months in the run up to Christmas. They had begged and pleaded and I admit, that in the end, just for an easy life, I gave in. Despite the constant warnings about it being for life and not just for Christmas I ordered a puppy. However, I have to say, I was rather disappointed. The children too seemed quite upset by the lack of flavour and barely touched it.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #9

Christmas Sparkle by Yvie HoggardIt turns out writing Christmas themed Science Fiction is quite hard, or at least I have certainly found it to be the case. I have written several that will never leave my hard drive, but there are also a few that I'm pleased with. They seem to work best if they're 'Christmas with a twist' where the twist is the Science Fiction element.Well, here's the first Science Fiction (ish) 75-worder  I wrote that I was actually happy with. Enjoy (I hope!)

Above them the stars sparkled diamond white against a background of inky blackness. Snow floated gently through the air and their breath billowed out as clouds of white as they sang their Christmas Carols. At the end of the service there was an exchange of small and simple gifts and they returned to their duties. The atmosphere of the observation deck was returned to normal and the spacecraft continued its exploration of the asteroid field.

John Hoggard

A Christmas 75-worder #8

Christmas Pudding by Yvie HoggardThis is one of those 75-worders that coalesced from several different tiny fragments of stories I'd heard over the years. It made me smile writing it, so I hope it does the same when you've read it.

When they couldn’t find the brandy Grandpa brought out a dusty old bottle from the back of the larder, after sniffing the contents, he poured it onto the Christmas Pudding. As dad approached with the lit match there was a white flash and a scream as a high velocity silver sixpence hit Granny on the forehead. Scattered across the kitchen, superheated sultanas went bang. Of the pudding itself, nothing remained, save a charred sprig of holly.

Until next time.John Hoggard