1 Nephi 7:1-22. No weddings until chapter 16.
Yet again, two versions, both deversed. Version 1: Full chapter (1 Nephi 8:1-38). Version 2: Just the dream (1 Nephi 8:4-35). Not much difference, really.
Another classic narrative from the Book of Mormon. Again, two versions, both deversed, the first beginning at Mosiah 27:8, the second beginning at Mosiah 27:1. In the second version, the inciting incident is a little sloshy, coming six lines late, but the rest of the milestones are about spot on and make good sense.
I offer two versions. The first is based on 1 Nephi 3-4 as copied and pasted directly from http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne?lang=eng to an MS Word document. The second is the same excerpt "deversed" (verse numbers retained, but paragraph breaks between verses removed). The only differences are Pinch 2 and Plot Turn 2. Once again, narrative structure is evident.
Not strictly a work of fiction, but definitely a work of narrative. Someday I'll pare it down to just the narrative bits, but even with all the doctrine, prophecy and principle intact, it looks like somebody had a sense of narrative.
Like any self-respecting author, I have my doubts. I mean, who do I think I am, presuming to put words in people's minds, words that will shape worlds, grow personalities and rend the bounds of understanding? I mean, really? And in those dark fits of doubt, I think the world might be better off without my lame graffiti. We've struggled through this long without it. The sun won't die a day sooner if I never put pen to paper again, if I never print a single piece in a prestigious rag, if my far-future space western never gets read by anybody I'm not connected to by blood or Facebook.
Child rearing, body building, language teaching and storytelling are four things I think about a lot. No doubt some of my students wish I thought more about fashion, sports and computer games, but there's no help for it. Those three things just don't grab my fancy--except as subjects for fiction. Hmm. These days, I love to blather on about the making and telling of stories. What makes a story good? What makes a narrative work? What do successful stories have in common?
Just under a half decade shy of three decades ago, when I was studying Russian, Hebrew, Arabic, Mandarin and Attic Greek at the University of Alberta, one of my roommates, a counselor in the bishopric of the student ward I attended, asked me to give a sacrament talk on the importance of studying languages and history. Later on the Sunday of the talk, in ward council, which I attended as ward activities chairman, the bishop, chairman of the Faculty of Education, admitted that was a pretty big topic for a ten- to fifteen-minute sermon.
Oh, about a year ago, I decided it was time to get on the stick and fix all the problems with my story writing. I'd been writing fiction since kindergarten and I'd learned a lot by doing, but I felt that the time had come to learn by understanding. Late bloomer.