I tend to write with my eyes. What this means is that – when I started out – I tended to see my characters and see the action. I didn’t hear their voices, or smell the air and feel the textures. It took years of training to learn to ‘hear’ and ‘touch’, smell and ‘taste’. Other beginner writers have problems visualizing a scene, but can write dynamite dialogue.
This sensuous writing might seem like a basic tool in the writing kit, but it is surprising how many people forget that writing – like all skills – is a mixture of training, talent, and pratice. Lots and lots of practice. Teaching yourself to notice details. Trying to think of unique ways to describe an experience. Getting out and having experiences so you can describe them!
So, next time your a reading a descriptive passage, don’t dismiss as ‘purple prose’. Some hard-working person has put some thought and effort into that paragraph!
The Courier Mail article
Well, our book launch attracted the attention of our local newspaper. The single photo makes me look insane, but in a nice way.
Today I am featuring one of the amazing founders of the Springfield Writers Group, Lynne Lumsden Green and her Earth short story Strange Topaz Sheep that will be appearing in the group’s upcoming Anthology, Elemental. Elemental will be released on the 27th July 2019, but is available for preorder here Q: Can you sum up your story […]
via Interview Series #2 – With ‘Elemental’ contributor Lynne Lumsden Green — wordbubbles
I’ve not been doing much writing over the last month. Normally, if I’m not writing, I am on edge. Itchy. Like a small child who is overtired, I tend to forget things; things like appointments, the right words, and I leave cups of coffee to go cold. I’ve been a bit like this, but sadder and out of sorts. Melancholy. I still cry when I remember my brave-hearted mother is dead.
This week, I made the decision to cimb back into the saddle. I won’t be galloping just yet, but I’m going to try a gentle trot, and get back into my writing rhythm. I’m using riding metaphors because I am doing some writing about the Duke of Wellington. He rode his steed, Copenhagen, for seventeen hours during the Battle of Waterloo, and when he dismounted the animal tried to kick him in the head. Let’s hope my muse doesn’t do the same!