Twisting My Ankle
Until today, this was just a figure of speech. I was walking under the grandstand at the fairgrounds and fell off my sandal a little bit, just enough to hurt my ankle. By the time my grandmother handed me money for sodas for the three of us (my mother was along, too), it didn’t hurt any longer.
There’s a trending tag on Twitter called “Explain a Film Plot Badly” that turned out to be a perfect introduction to this post. My contribution was: “Liam Neeson gets on a plane; smokes, drinks…and ends up in my next book.” (That’s my “explanation” of Non-Stop, in case you were wondering. *cracks up*)
Well, except for the part where everytime I give new ideas a mental run-through–as I often do–his arrival jars things so badly that I keep twisting my ankle(s) in the resulting plot hole(s). (*sighs*) I can definitely see why he wants to give up non-fiction/biopics and keep going with action movies despite his age, though…he’s very good at the “brooding antihero” thing.
As I’ve hinted before, Dark and Dirty Games is an action/revenge storyline with a bit of a “damsel in distress” thing in the background. (Maybe they’re “lords in distress”, though, if they’re gentlemen being rescued by a lady?) (Ah, a quick google suggest “dons in distress”, since apparently “damsel” derives from domina–and I know that “don” is similar to dominus.) Part of me wonders why I’m trying to write an action novel if I’ve never been good with fight scenes; but given that the idea started with Kaia and Derek facing off directly…I lost where I’m going with that.
Anyway, back to plot holes.
What I keep running into is, “Why are their backs turned?” and/or “Why are they out of formation?”
(Somehow, I saw this as a diamond; but I suppose that concept works better when it's not two people per point!)
(Putting those names upside-down also proved to be unnecessarily difficult, in case you were wondering.)
If you have two on point, one on each side and two facing back, it's really difficult for an opponent to sneak up on you undetected. (Poor Paddy is stuck in the middle because that's what happens when you have seven people. But I gave him an important job…he has a nav device in one hand and his Beretta in the other.) In fact, the entire team would have to be naive enough to think no one would sneak up behind them in order to have every part of the hexagon facing front. And if you're in a battle for your lives with no armor, no one is going to be that stupid!
Here's the plan. (I'm replacing names with letters so I don't ruin much. If I even end up keeping this in the long run, that is.)
The Wolves ambush the Hunters, which cause them to break formation. (A) manages to kill (B) and the Wolves run rather than retaliate when they see (C) coming up behind. In quick succession, (C) kills (A) and grabs (D).
[There was initially going to be an interval wherein (C) kills (A) and the Hunters talk to (C) before he grabs (D), but therein lies a plot hole–why would the team turns its back on (C) when he just killed (A)?]
(C) says he's going to be on their team now or he'll kill (D), too. (D) manages to escape and…
Honest to Goddess, I can't remember what was supposed to happen so that the Hunters would agree to the addition of (C); especially given that–even with (A)'s death–it's still six against one.
I guess that's what happens when you brainstorm before you fall asleep each night…er…morning…and don't write anything down.
But at least you can see why I'm having so much trouble with plot holes…