So I had a few days of, sitting, pacing, cringing. My neck felt as if someone had tried to twist my head off! Thankfully, it's on the mend. I still wonder what in the hades I did to get myself in the 'land of hurt'? Guess I'll never know for sure...
What is it that makes a good book? A good romance? And, how do I plan on capturing that 'feeling' and caging it within a few hundred pages?
A good book, for me, is a book that evokes the emotion of the characters I'm reading about. Of course, I have to like the general story. (I'm sure many horror writers could induce me to feel fear...but I don't like to experience that particular emotion. No, uh-uh.) But to taste the bitter insult slapped in a heroine's face, to smile at a secret's revelation, to conjure the sense of freedom and adventure as sea-air blows and the hero sails into dangerous waters, to have my stomach drop at the description of a kiss or a touch....this is the powerful weapon of the writer.
The 'how-to' of going about harnessing these sensations is complex and difficult to describe. When I'm writing a scene, I try to imagine it playing out. Can I see my heroine stomping off? Does she hide her true self. Is she angry or hurt? Would my hero grab her up and kiss her senseless or cut her to the quick with the sword of truth? Hmmmm. I'm certain I don't know until I play out my own questions in my mind's eye, each scenerio building to cresendo, leaving me with that 'aha!' moment when I know I've hit on what I want to convey in that particular scene.
Is there anything more satisfying than gathering that perfection of language which enables the reader to 'see'?
With that being said, keep writing away this weekend! Find your perfect scene. What does the room look like? What expressions are on the faces of your characters as they speak? What nuances are lurking in a hand gesture, a nervous habit, an unguarded moment of exposure? Capture it with combinations of the twenty-six characters of the alphabet in black and white, locking them into place to be enjoyed again and again.
A great big thanks to writer Michael Haynes for gifting me the Versatile Blogger Award! (Oy...seven more facts about moi - just what you've all wanted!)
I'm supposed to pass this little green fellow along, but all my blogger friends have one of these buggers in their sidebars! I'll just participate....
1. My first (I think?) rock concert was Heart, 1987. Ann & Nancy are still my favorite female rock group.
|Hitting a switch|
|Keeping the body lock|
|Stretching before a match...that's my little guy in the center front :)|
|Jr. Club Team|
|Getting the win!|
|This is my youngest attempting to run a half-nelson, heavy on the head. He should not be on his knees....but on his toes. This is from his first year.|
|He would sleep with his face in the boys' boots|
|Not for me....|