Voice of Description: A Writing Exercise

I am certainly not the best at description but like most of us who strive to be the very best writing versions of ourselves, I am a work in progress.

Today, for Wisdom from the Writer’s Journal, I want to do an exercise of Description.

Writer's Table‘Description’ is everything when it comes to writing. We as writers do not have the same ‘advantages’ as those who create physical visual art. We do not paint with oils on canvas, we paint with words on the canvas of our reader’s minds.

We don’t have the bonus of background music to lead our scenes, letting our readers know the monster is coming around the corner or that the brooding man is about to kiss his love interest.

Nope. What we have are words to translate the vibrancy, heart and soul of our stories, and boy can they be the most powerful tool of all especially if they are wielded in the right way.

In order for our work to translate with the vibrancy, we intend it to we need to master the art of creating imagery through proper description. This is done through practice and exercise.

After all, you don’t want your action thriller to be mistaken for chick-lit, having sweet violins playing with the crescendo of mezzopiano while your hero is caught up in a shoot-out that may lead him or her to death’s door…

That is unless you are writing a chick-lit action thriller which is totally possible. Still, the sweet stringed music created by your description wouldn’t work there.

So with that in mind, here is an exercise to help you stay on descriptive track.

EXERCISE:

  1. Using the image below, write the first ‘novel-style’ description that comes to mind. This would be your ‘usual’ writer’s voice. (Example: If romance is your jam, describe with romance in mind. Get those violins playing!)
  2. Next, using the same image, write a second paragraph describing the character from a specifically from a woman’s point of view. (Note: How characters see each other also sets the tone of your story. Gender also affects this.)
  3. Do this now from a man’s point of view. (If you hadn’t already.)
  4. See which of your descriptions works best for these different Genres
    • Action-Thriller
    • Romance
    • Drama
    • Comedy
    • ETC
  5. Now, take the time to decide why you feel this way. Jot down your reasons.
  6. Keep these things in mind for the future.

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Voice is everything, the voice behind the voice especially. Don’t just live in a creative comfort zone. Stretch yourself on purpose, with purpose and take your stories to a whole other level. Be able to write in several ranges.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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Siren Whisper: Microfiction #Blogbattle Week 59 #Voice

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Siren Whisper

The voice was small but it was enough to draw him up from beneath the water despite the burning in his lungs. The pressure in his chest felt like molten weights drawing him downward.

He would have relented, let his arms and legs give into the nagging heaviness that begged him to cease his struggle, but the voice kept calling out to him, pleading with him to keep pushing.

So he did. He struggled with all his might until his face broke through the surface of the water and the last touches of trapped air erupted from his lungs with a scrapping howl.

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Sweat slip from his lips and coated his tongue with the sting of frightful bitterness. It saturated his chest and stung his blurred eyes, reminding him of the salted water that had once drawn him under nearly twenty-two years ago.

Still struggling, he grappled with the bed linens until he caught hold of reality, caught hold of her; the tender voice of his wife calling out to him, pulling him out of his terror.

Gasping for air, he let the scent of her ease into his lungs and coax him from panic. She coed him with indiscernible words, yet he still calmed.

He felt her lips press against his temple, her fingers brush the plastered hairs back from his face as she eased him down against the pillows. He didn’t resist her even though he resisted the temptation to sleep, something she hadn’t been able to do.

Within a few moments, she was out like a light again. How she managed to sleep next to him every night, he hadn’t a clue.

He figured that it was the way of the Sirens. They were used to singing souls into chaos. She, however, managed to sing him into calm. She was unique.

She had saved him from drowning.

THE END.

* I hope you enjoyed my installment for this week’s Blog Battle. The Keyword: VOICE. My Genre: SUSPENSE…I think. Anyhow, to read more stories by other fantastic bloggers, or to give the challenge a try, you can do so by following this LINK to Rachael Ritchey’s blog. Go on a click it. You know you want to!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!