Writing is a complex task.
We work with words, using them to build sentences and paragraphs. But writing is much more than buildings blocks. Any computer could do that.
What we do when we work with words is artistry. We create worlds, moods, emotions, action. We convey hope, despair, love, and hate. We might even affect a reader’s world view.
Our goal is to make the reader forget that they are reading and immerse them in an experience.
That’s easy to say, but how do we do it?
One key is in the details we add to our writing.
Here’s a simple example to start us off:
He kissed her cheek.
Simple and straight forward, right? But where is the experience of the kiss? The way this sentence is written, there is no reward for the reader. No “being there” feeling.
So, let’s add some details:
He cupped her chin in his hands, turning her face toward his. Her eyes softened as he drew her near. The time to claim her as his own hung before him, sweetly tantalizing, but this wasn’t the time. Longing to feel her rosebud lips, he ran his thumb over them in a light caress, then planted the kiss on her soft, fragrant cheek.
This is a different experience, isn’t it? Now we’re getting a hint of both characters and an idea of the story behind the original sentence.
Let’s try another example. This one is from my book, “The Amish Nanny’s Sweetheart.” First, I’ll give you the bare-bones scene, then I’ll show you what the scene is like after I added the details.
Bare-bones, first draft:
Luke left Judith standing in the road. She looked around at the unfamiliar landscape and pulled her shawl tighter. She headed off the opposite way Luke had gone, hoping that this was the way he had brought her.
And now, here’s the way this description appears in the book:
Luke slapped the reins on his horse’s back harder than he needed to and the horse jumped into a trot, leaving Judith standing by the side of the road.
Judith stamped her foot and turned around to walk home. But as she took the first few steps, her anger at Luke faded. The road stretching in front of her was unfamiliar, and the night was dark. The wind had picked up, tugging at her shawl.
Ripples covered the black, oily surface of the lake and lapped against the shore along the roadside. From the woods across the water came the hoot of an owl. A night bird trilled in response. Judith backed away and started down the road, hoping she was heading the way Luke had brought her.
Do you see how the details I added filled out those few paragraphs, bringing the reader right into Judith’s mind, experiencing what she experienced?
But how do we add those details? And how many details do we add? How do we know when to stop?
One thing I do when I’m filling out a scene like this one is to place myself there. I know the lake where Luke took Judith – it has appeared in most of my Love Inspired Amish books. When I wanted to add the details to this scene, I started by closing my eyes. I went back in my memory. What does that lake look like? Where are the woods? The road in relation to the lake shore?
I thought about times when I’ve been in an unfamiliar place, and times when I’ve been outside on a dark, cold, windy night. I thought about what a lake looks like on a night in early spring, after the thaw and before the first leaves appear on the trees.
Finally, to all those memories, I added Judith’s feelings about what she had just experienced: an unwelcome kiss and a disagreement with the boy she thought she liked. Anger fading to uncertainty and fear.
But it is easy to go too far when describing a scene. Details can slow the action and bog the story down.
Here’s another example from the same story. In this scene, Guy (the hero) has just finished milking the cows and is running the milk through the cream separator. At the same time, he and Judith are having a conversation. I hope this snippet gives you an idea of how the scene goes:
Guy watched Judith from under the shock of hair that always fell over his eyebrows as he started assembling the cream separator. He tried to catch her eye, but she seemed distracted. She stepped forward to help him sort the dozens of rings and filters, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Well?” Guy set the filters in their place and attached the big onion-shaped hopper on the top of the cream separator.
“Are you serious about learning Deitsch?” She handed him the clean steel buckets that would hold the separated milk and cream. Guy started the slow, heavy crank, getting the separator up to speed before he poured the milk into it.
“Of course I am.” He lifted the first pail and poured the steaming milk into the hopper. “At least, I am if you’re going to teach me.”
In preparation for writing this scene, I learned how a cream separator from the 1930’s works. I read descriptions and I watched You-tube videos. Too late, I realized I should have asked my dad, because he used one of these every day when he was growing up.
But now I know how to run a cream separator, and I know a LOT more than the little details I mentioned in this scene.
And I don’t know about you, but I love sharing information like this with anyone who will listen! I could have added SO MANY more details about cream separators…but I didn’t, and I’m sure you know why:
This scene isn’t about cream separators!
I put in enough details to place the reader in the milk house with Guy and Judith, but not so many that the purpose of the scene is lost.
In other words, don’t let your story get overshadowed by the details.
Learning to sprinkle in the right details at the right time is part of developing your writing skills, so today we're going to play a little game!
Choose one of the following sentences and add in a few details. Make the sentence your own, and share it in the comments. Practice making the sentence come alive for your readers!
1) She turned the page.
2) He closed the car door.
3) It rained all day.
4) It snowed.
5) The meal tasted good.
6) She saw him walking toward her.
7) The dog barked.
8) The smoke was thick.
9) She heard a door slam.
10) A baby cried.
Have fun!
Jan Drexler is a long-time Seekervillager who credits the ladies of Seekerville for giving her the tools she needed to launch her writing career. In her former life she was a Homeschool Mom, but was forced into retirement when her youngest son graduated from high school. That’s when a computer and a deep well of family stories to draw from inspired her to delve into a long-held dream of writing historical fiction with Amish characters. When she isn’t writing she spends much of her time satisfying her cross-stitch addiction or hiking and enjoying the Black Hills of South Dakota with her husband of more than thirty-six years. Her writing partner is her Corgi, Thatcher, who makes life…interesting.
Hello! If you're the first one here today (or tonight), don't be shy! Give the game your best shot. :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd I've brought hot chocolate and chocolate cupcakes with salted caramel frosting to keep us company!
Great examples, Jan! I love filling in those details to "texture" a scene, and love reading books where the author's subtle artistry skillfully enriches a story. Brings it alive.
ReplyDeleteThose details really enrich the reading experience, don't they?
DeleteThe beautiful snow fell all day. Kids cheered. Mom put out a bowl to catch the winter rain for snow ice cream. Gray skies changed to blue as the snow ended. Trees glistened.
ReplyDeleteHow is this? I know this is an area I struggle with.
I love it, Wilani! I feel as if I'm there.
DeleteThis is great, Wilani! But you can take it even further. One way to do this is to show the scene from a character's viewpoint so that the reader is experiencing it with the character instead of viewing the scene from the outside.
DeleteFirst, make up a character. Maybe the mom? Maybe one of the children? Then show the scene through their eyes.
Try again, if you want to! :-)
How fun, Jan! We had so much rain last week that I wanted to run around screaming like a crazy person. So I'm choosing that one! I think I'll write me as the character. :)
ReplyDeleteIt rained all day, every single day, for nearly a week--the same week her dog got sick and had to be carried outside to do his business. A dog too big to hold in one arm, so carrying an umbrella was an impossibility. The cold rain fell constantly, no relief, for hours on end, prompting flood warnings from the weather forecasters. Each visit outside would soak her shoes, her coat, her hair. But still, the worst was that her beloved dog could barely walk and would fall into the soggy grass, prompting fear and distress because he couldn't understand why his world was spinning.
Okay. I added emotion and hopefully the cold and wet. I smiled when I read your post, because just this morning as I took my dog out (he's doing a good bit better and can walk himself out--though he's still a bit wobbly!), I thanked God that it was no longer raining.
Oh, Duke! The poor dog! I'm so glad he's doing better!
DeleteAnd I'm with you in that yard, with the cold rain pouring down, and no relief in sight.
When our pets hurt, we hurt.
DeleteYes, Kathy and Jan. It was awful for poor Duke! But I'm praying he's on the road to recovery.
DeleteOh, when illness and the weather both turn sour, it's a rough row to hoe, Missy.
DeleteThis weekend my sister came down from Vermont to get the things she wanted from Mom and Dad's house. I came home with some special treasures. I grabbed some of Mom's journals. I can't wait to type them up and have a treasure for all the family to enjoy.
ReplyDeleteWe also found the VBS curriculum that she had published in 1972. I also have one of Dad's Bibles and one of Mom's.
It seemed strange to be there going through things. I love then so much and miss them but know they are with the Lord so they are far better than we are.
Hope everyone has a great week and a Happy Thanksgiving.
Your mom's journals are such a treasure! I know how hard it is to go on, but what a comfort for you to have those most important things that they left behind.
DeleteWhat a fun writing exercise, Jan! And I'm guilty of saying too much... and sometimes too little... and I'm always glad for editing time because I don't always see it even on the second or third pass through... those fresh eyes are wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI find that writing exercises sharpen my brain as much as those I'm working with. No matter how much we write or publish, there is always a learning curve. A chance to do better!
I read a quote about "The Godfather" from the author Mario Puzo..."If I'd know the thing was going to be this popular, I'd have written the darn thing better!"
Now that sounds funny, doesn't it? Blockbuster book, blockbuster movie, blockbuster series???
But I totally understand what he means... that if he had one more chance to swipe through, he'd fix this, that and the other thing.
Now maybe he could have done better or maybe it was the pressure of having millions read his work... but he did all right in my book!
That's the tricky part about editing, isn't it. With each pass-through, you can find something to tweak, but eventually you have to stop editing and turn the story in. No more changes! It's set in stone!
DeleteThat's why I try hard not to read my books once they're in print. I made that mistake with my first book and found an error on page one...way too late to go back and fix it. LOL!
I hear you.... There's a scene I've wanted to add to Back in the Saddle.... It haunts me.
DeleteDagnabbit.
The smoke wasn't just thick.
ReplyDeleteIt permeated every crease, crack and crevice of the old hotel. It blinded and choked him, even at the floor as his fingers groped for the doorway. Had the little girl stayed inside like her parents' directed? Or had she escaped and was simply lost in the darkness of a moonless night?
He didn't know, but until he got into that room and made sure, he couldn't give up. Eyes closed, he felt his way, not daring to breathe but having little choice and knowing each breath of the black, acrid air could be his last.
Okay, Ruthy. Now I want to read the book!
DeleteI want an oxygen mask! Very realistic Ruth.
Delete"The front door slammed and her fingers tightened on the cold ceramic of the cup. Was he back early? She swiped at her hair, at the tears on her cheeks. Had she left anything out that would reveal her secret? Anything to stuff in a drawer? Too late. She'd know those footsteps anywhere."
ReplyDeleteWhatever.
Snow day here, so getting a lot of writing in. Rewriting my Genesis winner for agent requests (It is Amazing how much work a story still needs after it won something, and after it's requested!! Which kind of goes along with the discussion about finding fault with our work after it's published.) And getting my Oregon Trail sequel ready to submit to Pelican, plus my secular work and getting ready for Thanksgiving which I am hosting. Busy and tired, hope more snow holds off until I can Get Things Done.
This is a fun exercise. Keep me out of the drawing, I already own this one and even remembered some of the scenes you used as examples!
Kathy Bailey
Freezing in New Hampshire
Hi Kathy! Thanks for playing!
DeleteThe only change I'd make is to describe those footsteps - add a powerful adjective. Something like "measured footsteps" or "booted footsteps," or even "reluctant." Something that adds to her dread of the approaching person.
Well done, though!
Our snow went through over the weekend, but we're supposed to have balmy temperatures this week - good for our friends and family who are traveling!
Have fun with your writing!
Well done, Jan! One of the things I find most difficult is wanting to throw in all the details I've learned about something I find fascinating. It's mostly tangential to the story, but it's so COOL! I want readers to know about it...and I have to remind myself...It's not about cream separators!
ReplyDeleteOne rule of thumb I use is that if I start getting bored when I'm writing it, my readers certainly will when reading it!
DeleteI should be getting back to work but here goes:
ReplyDeleteShe turned the page. "No, no, no this can't be happening!" she thought as her eyes roamed the ugly words that would launch her world into chaos. The papers floated to the kitchen table, and she pressed trembling hands to her temples in an attempt to still the jackhammer in her head. The letter he'd typed out had been placed in her mailbox. He was here. How had he found her in such a short amount of time. She'd barely had time to unpack the few belongings she'd stuffed in her worn-out Jeep when she'd left.
Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving week. We're trying to finish up an extremely short cotton harvest in West Texas. Looks like we might be stripping cotton on Thanksgiving day. Haven't had to do that for a good while now. BUT WE'LL TAKE IT :)))
This would be a great opening to a romantic suspense story. Oh, the possibilities!
DeleteHarvesting on Thanksgiving Day sounds appropriate, somehow. Have a great Thanksgiving!
This was a great post, Jan. Thanks for the advice as well as the great examples. Here's my contribution to the exercise.
ReplyDeleteHer tortellini melted in her mouth, spreading its cheesy goodness to each corner. When he offered a bite of his lasagna, she agreed it was just as good. She nodded in approval when he asked if she’d like some dessert, too. They agreed to split a tiramisu, sure it would live up to the main courses before it. It did.
She licked her fork from the last bite and took a sip of the strong coffee. “Who would have expected a place like this in backwoods northeast Arkansas?”
Amy, now I'm hungry!!!
DeleteThank you for sharing this... I'd leave off the "spreading to each corner" just because the image of corners of the mouth and food isn't real romantic. :)
And I'd lose the "she agreed" because we don't really need it....
I love tiramisu.
I make it... and it's so good!!!!
Now I want dessert, too!!!!
And I want to go to this restaurant!
And I'm hungry, too! Tiramisu, tortellini, lasagna.... Yum!
DeleteI agree with everything the Ruthermeister said. The only thing I'd add would be to use dialogue instead of telling us that he asked her if she wanted dessert. :-)
Hi Jan:
ReplyDeleteThis is really a good idea for a post. Thanks!
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She saw him walking toward her. It was the past slapping her in the face. She winced, looked down, and saw his shoe tips gleam in the frozen moonlight. He would never stop spit shining those ancient combat boots. Yea, yea, those boots were well past their prime but so were they all.
Her mind lit up with visions of shooting him ten years before and, like then, she could still see the lust in his eyes. Burr…her skin felt the temperature falling from bitter to below zero. Then it was her falling as the planking approached.
Her knees had betrayed her. Betrayal was common. She'd told her husband before she left that she didn't need her service revolver on this short trip. I was a lie.
As she slammed into the boardwalk, she started rolling toward the edge a dozen feet above the water. Something exploded near her face. A fury of flying splinters stabbed her in a hundred different places. Only when she hit the water did she hear the shot.
Welcome to the salty abyss.
Hi Vince! And thanks for playing the game!
DeleteSorry I didn't get to your comment sooner...a flu-like bug decided to visit this week (of all weeks!)
Anyway...
I can see the action as it happens. You've placed your reader in media res, which is exactly where you want us.
The only suggestion I would make is to change up a few of the sentences just a bit to give your reader a sense of place for the action. Adding details like "She saw him walking toward her on the boardwalk, the sea wind whipping his trench coat around his legs."
So, does this mean you're thinking of writing a suspense novel?
Hi Jan:
DeleteI agree very much with your comments. James Patterson edits his work six to seven times to make it better and more powerful. He edits long after the work would be publishable. I'd like to try a suspense/mystery. I am always amazed by Debby running so many threads in her inspirational, mystery, suspense, Amish, romance theme books. I could start with just suspense and see how it goes. :)
A baby cried in the next apartment and the sound revived a memory that had long been buried. She had been much younger then, almost a baby herself, and she could hear a baby crying and crying and crying some more. "Why won't it stop?" she thought. "Who would let a baby cry like that?" And then, she could tell that the crying had turned to whimpering and even her young mind knew that something was terribly wrong. She promised herself that she would never let her little tiny baby ever cry like that. And the story that she heard about that baby and its mother had been hidden deep in her young mind and she never again wondered about her mommy and her baby sister.
ReplyDeleteConnie, this could be so haunting.... I'd break the sentences up some. Make some short. Even some partials... and let's feel her emotions now that help us sense the buttons being pushed by the crying baby.... I want to know what happened to that first baby!
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ReplyDeleteWhite fluffy flakes twirled to the music of the wind, each pirouetting at its own pace, creating a chaotic yet mesmerising swirl just beyond the windshield. If Meg's heart wasn't already tapping out a panicked melody of its own as she struggled to stay on the narrow road, she might have enjoyed Nature's dance.
ReplyDeleteI think that works for it snowed...
Fun exercise.
It works beautifully. Delightful, Deb!
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ReplyDeleteJan, would love to win this book...have #1 on Kindle and would love to read both at same time! Thanks for your giveaway.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving to you and all the Seeker family!
(sorry, can't chime in on the story....quick visits here are necessary due to caregiving needs)
Jackie, you stop in anytime. We love drive-bys!!!!
DeleteLovely, Jan! You're such a talented author! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debby. *blushing*
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