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swirl and swing

Eliciting emotions using words alone is an art. How is it done? There are a number of ways including one of my favourites “Deep Point of View”. There are a number of books about it so I won’t try to explain it fully.

Whichever point of view you are using, keep the ‘camera’ close inside the character. Avoid anything which puts distance between the character and reader. For example, what do you feel when you read “It was raining, hard”? Anything? If you love rain your imagination may take you there, but it may not either.

“Raindrops pelted down, bouncing on the concrete path, stinging, bruising the skin on her arms between goosebumps raised by the cold. Rivulets gushed down over her face and hair and, as she drew in a deep breath saturated with that distinctive smell of dust settling, she felt laughter bubble up and burst free. Raising her face to the sky, she revelled in the knowledge that the long drought was broken.”

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Wild words

As a lifelong learner, I love books and articles which teach me something. About what I’m not fussy, I love learning about the world and everything in it, about people and why they do the things they do, about myself and how I can do better. Sometimes we need a few ‘wild’ words, hard-hitting enough change our thoughts, beliefs and actions.

 

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Words in your soul

“You’ve got words in your soul”. A lovely way to describe the bibliophile.

One of my earliest memories is of getting some “pocket money”. We didn’t often get pocket money. Probably only three times in all my school years. I was one of seven with only one parent working. We lived 8 miles out of town on a farm. I was somewhere between five and eight years old because we left the farm at the end of grade three.

Anyway, this shilling (yes, it was the olden days before decimal currency) was a lot of money in those days, a veritable fortune! Well, I left the school grounds and went shopping. I spent all pocket money on, ta da, a Little Golden Book called “Out Of My Window”. It began with “Out of my window I can see, my Daddy coming home to me…”

Well, I went back to school and was showing my friends my brand new book, the first one I’d ever bought with ‘my own money’. So, what happened? Someone dropped their paddle pop (icecream) on my book and left a big juicy chocolate mark all over it. I was devastated, to say the least. I may even have shed a tear.

I remember my Mum from the time I could read, going crook on me for reading after lights out. I’d stand up beside the door and read using the light which came through the crack between the door and door jamb. If I’d had a torch it would have been under the blanket with me.

Reading was my escape, my solace, my friend, my way of living a million lives. Boarding school books, The Bobsey Twins, Enid Blyton – I read them all. Well, every book I could get my hands on. Every second day, if not every day, I went to the school library to change my books.

Things change, life goes on but books are a constant. These days I don’t get to read as often as I ‘d like to, but words and story are a big part of my life. Working as a writer and an editor is my dream job and I’d like to thank my clients for helping me make my dreams come true.