Writing setting is all about creating a location and making it as real to the reader as possible. Some authors spend a great deal of their exposition on setting, while still others choose to infuse it more gradually throughout their work. No matter what the method, the act of building setting is essential, since it helps to create the very atmosphere and tone that will embrace the readers approaching your work.
This week I flew to visit some of my family. Most of us have been on an airplane at least once in our lives, making it easy to identify several common features: cramped seats, narrow aisles, tiny bathrooms, packaged peanuts or pretzels, miniature drinks, grouchy people, rickety tray tables, and colorful emergency pamphlets. As I sit on the plane, I always try to find some enjoyment in elaborating on these features. I think of it as playing with my setting.
I’ll start with a simple statement: It is 8:40, and I am on an airplane. Then I’ll begin to add some key details.
I am on an 8:40 p.m. flight, wedged uncomfortably into my uneven seat due to the broken spring beneath my left thigh. The plane reeks of stale pretzels and a potential sanitary issue in the nose-end bathroom.
As the flight attendants begin their speech about the procedure should we experience a sudden change in cabin pressure, I add in a few more details.
The air that spews from the vents above is doing nothing but suffocating me with a steady stream of hot air, making it more difficult to breathe against the surrounding stench.
The man next to me sneezes without covering his mouth, and after stealing a quick glance in his direction, I add more to my mental image.
The hum of the jet steadily increases, but not as rapidly as the sound of breathing that pours from the stuffy nose of the man to my right. He squirms in his seat, sneezing repeatedly until I’m forced to peer away. At the same moment, the little girl to my left tugs off her sweater, her sleeve nearly smacking me in the jaw.
Suddenly I realize that the dismal light above is not going to provide much to read by, leaving me little to do but continue my imagined ride. I do, after all, write fiction. Why not make this airplane scene go in a slightly more fantastical direction?
The girl looks up to me, her eyes glowing a light shade of green. She grins, her teeth sharp against her rose-red tongue and her lips pursing together when the man to my right sneezes again. She peers past my shoulder, her eyes slitting narrowly at him as the plane hits some turbulence. It bounces us violently in our seats in a manner that somehow does not seem to affect her.
The man sneezes. The girl licks her lips. Across the aisle, another man stands from his seat, so I add this in too.
Despite the captain’s direction for us to remain in our seats, a lanky man across the aisle stands from his chair, beginning to chat up the flight attendant before he heads toward the nose-end bathroom in a near run.
A thud sounds from the left of the airplane, as if something hit the plane and bounced repeatedly along its side. A shadow passes over us, the darkness outside creeping in, mimicking the growing smile from the girl in seat 7A. The chill looming over our row makes the sneezer in seat C and me in seat B start to shiver convulsively….
The joy of setting is that it can effectively set the tone for the work to-be. I have no idea what to do with my airplane vision so far, but when I make a few tweaks and tie all the setting details together (as well as a little characterization and some information to build a scene), here’s what I have:
I buckle my seat belt on the 8:40 p.m. flight, my body pitched at an uncomfortable angle thanks to the broken spring beneath my left thigh. The plane reeks of stale pretzels and a potential sanitary issue in the nose-end bathroom, and the steady stream of hot air from the vent above makes it even more difficult to breathe against the stench. While the hum of the jet steadily increases, so does the ragged breathing that pours from the stuffy-nosed man next to me. He squirms, rocking our seats as he sneezes repeatedly, forcing me to peer away. As I turn, the little girl to my left tugs off her sweater and nearly smacks me in the jaw with her sleeve. She mutters, “Sorry,” before looking up at me, her light green eyes glowing. When she grins, her teeth press sharply against her rose-red tongue. The man to my right sneezes again and the little girl purses her lips together. She peers past my shoulder at him as the plane hits some turbulence and bounces us violently in our seats. She is not affected, her eyes slitting narrowly when the captain directs us to remain in our seats and a lanky man across the aisle stands from his chair. He chats up the flight attendant before running toward the nose-end bathroom at full speed.
A repeated thud sounds from the left of the airplane, as if something hit the plane and bounced along its length until it flew off into the nothingness behind us. Immediately a shadow passes over, the darkness outside creeping in, mimicking the growing smile from the girl in seat 7A. The sneezer in seat C and I start to shiver convulsively…
Though it is most certainly not a finalized scene, the setting aspects already have me thinking of where I could go from here. Playing with setting like this is a good practice to hone in useful details for writing, even if this particular piece never comes to life in a real story. The feel of the plane, and the random acts of the people around me on the plane, are all items that could be stashed in a mental rolodex of story components.
As I’m thinking about this, the lights above the walkway randomly start flickering, causing a gasp from some of the other passengers. I smile, then close my eyes to take a nap before we land…the sound of 7C’s stuffy breathing in my ear.
Happy Friday the 13th, everyone!
April 13th, 2012 at 4:10 pm
I’ve been reading a lot about settings lately. About how settings can also become a character if done right. This is and wwesome and insightful post, thanks for sharing it with us.:)
April 14th, 2012 at 6:19 pm
Thanks so much, Kitty! It is definitely a useful part of writing and can indeed become an entity in itself. Thanks for commenting!
April 14th, 2012 at 6:40 pm
I like your posts they are so insightful. 🙂
April 14th, 2012 at 6:42 pm
Thanks, Kitty! I’m flattered. I’m enjoying your posts as well! 🙂
April 13th, 2012 at 5:14 pm
I love this blog post, Eva! I only wish I hadn’t read it a week before I get on a plane. *nervous about planes*
April 14th, 2012 at 6:18 pm
Thanks so much, Mari! As for the nervousness…uh-oh. But don’t worry, my flight home was safe and sound. No wild-eyed girls or turbulence. Today, anyway. 🙂 Best wishes for your flight!
April 14th, 2012 at 7:13 pm
I need to do this type of exercise. I’m buried in Victorian England these days, and balancing a little real-world fantasy is an excellent idea!
Nice post eva
April 14th, 2012 at 7:24 pm
Thanks, Melanie. (Victorian England sounds lovely, though, I have to say!) I am finding I enjoy my writing exercises so much more if I merge a little real life with the fantasy in my brain. Thanks for visiting, and for your comment!
April 15th, 2012 at 4:10 pm
I love the description of your “comfortable” flight :-).
April 15th, 2012 at 4:26 pm
Thanks, Rebecca. Definitely restful. 😉