The Intricacies of Time in Story

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While waiting for the release of my newest novel, That Smudge of Smoke, I find myself thinking a lot about time. How unsettled these times are.  How fast it flies by.  And what does the future hold?  When I looked for a simple definition of time, this was the first of many I came across: “the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.”  An endless progression!

We all live at the mercy of time.  And so do our stories.  I decided this is the perfect time to take a closer look at the far-reaching role time plays in the stories we write.

First and foremost, all stories take place in time, whether it’s the present, the past, or the future.  Then there’s the duration of the story, or the span of time it covers.  And will you choose to tell your story in a chronological time, from start to finish as the plot unfolds?  Will you jump back and forth in time in a non-linear format?  Or will you tell it in retrospect from the point of view of an older, wiser, more experienced character than she was when the action actually took place?  What kind of transitions will you use to signal to your readers a change in time?

Moving beyond the story, you must also consider both author time and reader time.  When did the author write the story, and how long did it take to complete?  Was it necessary to take extra time to research a specific historical era or to imagine some sort of mystical future?

As for reader time, consider when the reader will read the work.  Is it a story to be read in one sitting or to be read intermittently in snatches of found time? Or one that must be savored over a long period?  Will it be reread time and time again as the reader grows older?  The characters inevitably become immortal, forever frozen in time at the ages they were when the story was first told.   But will the reader see and understand those characters differently when revisited at a more mature age?

And, if you want to dig deeper still, how does time affect your characters?

For example, in That Smudge of Smoke, there are two distinct timeframes—that of 2015 and 1929.  One character’s story (that of my contemporary 12-year-old character, Garrett) covers a span of approximately 2 months starting in October when his Army sergeant dad suffers a traumatic brain injury in Afghanistan and continuing until mid-December 2015.  Garrett bemoans his dad’s slow, uncertain recovery and wonders if and when Dad wakes up, will he realize how much time has passed?  Or will he think it’s still the same time at which he was injured?  Will he know that Garrett and Mom have been visiting and talking to him on a regular basis?  Or will his time spent in a coma be simply a black hole in his life?

Also during that same two-month time period, Garrett discovers and reads Piper Sinclair’s diary, which covers a span of nearly a year (February 12, 1929 to the end of January 1930).  The two narratives take place eighty-six years apart.  Yet Piper’s story in 1929 has a profound effect on Garrett’s story in 2015.  Garrett comes to think of Piper as a girlfriend of sorts, someone his own age who has revealed her intimate thoughts and experiences as if they were hidden messages meant for him alone.  In Piper’s diary, as she adjusts to life aboard a Chesapeake Bay steamboat with her father, the captain, she marks the passage of time by counting the number of days/weeks/months since her mother died, as well as by following the phases of the moon (a form of time which has an ever repeating pattern in its waxing and waning).

In its original form, That Smudge of Smoke was told in a braided, nonlinear fashion, moving back and forth between the two timeframes.  But, for the book’s final format, I decided to change to a linear movement through time with an unexpected narrator (Piper’s diary, known as Dorie) inhabiting those eighty-six lost years.

The impact of time on my story continues, but I will stop here for fear of giving away too much.  I will, however, include this photo of the S.S. City of Atlanta that sailed the Chesapeake Bay from 1906 until it was put out of commission in 1930.  My inspiration for writing That Smudge of Smoke came from my former Maryland home, a 1930s log cabin whose doors, complete with their antique keys and room tags, were salvaged from this very steamboat.

photo of SS City Of Atlanta


I did not plan in advance the intricacies time would have on my story, though it did become rather complicated as I pulled all the threads together into one plot.  It was one of my early readers, friend and author, Betsy Woods, who later pointed out to me that time itself becomes an omniscient character and part of the theme of the story.  Incidentally, it has taken me 10 ½ years of researching, writing, revising, revising yet again, submitting and, now waiting for this book to come to fruition.  Definitely a time to celebrate!

I would love to hear your thoughts on time as a tool of the craft of writing.  What role does time play in your story?

(If you would like to be entered in a drawing to win an autographed copy of That Smudge of Smoke, leave a comment on this or one of my next blog posts leading up to the October 3rd release of the Book.)

4 thoughts on “The Intricacies of Time in Story

  1. As probably many of your readers, I can identify with the twists that periods of time in one’s life can unfold, especially in retrospect. I remember, at age 18, finding what I though was my true love. A romantic relationship that I never thought would happen to me. The Vietnam War took its toll, and we parted. Many years passed and in my 50’s I curiously looked up his name on the internet. I found it linked to the deeds of Ted Bundy. My brief research led me to information that was astounding. He was incarcerated after being found guilty of several severe crimes against young women, including murder. I do not know what would have been my fate if I had encountered him in any other moment of time in his life or mine. It continues to be mind boggling.

  2. Time is an interesting construct. We live according to its rules every day. (Just ask the White Rabbit of Alice in Wonderland fame.) Every room of my house offers me daily reminders of the importance of this intangible thing we call “time.” The shelf in one room sports a mantle clock while the mantle sports an anniversary clock. There’s a grandfather clock, a cuckoo clock, two wall clocks (one with a pendulum, one without), the clocks on the appliances, and on the bedside stand. All doing homage to this construct of “time.” Thank you for this thought-provoking post, Edie!

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