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The Ice is Melting!
One of the things to consider when writing a scene, especially if it is outdoors, is the weather. Different weather events can certainly influence what a character does, how they travel and the timing of your story. Writing a Victorian era story with a man on horseback in good weather will have different results than a rider who needs to be somewhere in a snowstorm.
Certainly a tragedy can occur in a significant weather event. Trees fall. Doctors don't reach their patients in time. People are swept away in a monsoon. As an author...well, that can be a quick way to kill off a character. Think about it. Do you want it to be comedic? A lady who normally is very image-conscious can act out of character if she got caught in a wind or rainstorm.
So while you are writing, give some consideration to using the weather to cause change. Personal dynamics, location, wealth, and mystery can all be initiated by a change in the weather. Next time you're stuck and working through a difficult point in your story, look out the window, perhaps you'll find inspiration in the weather.
Write On!
This month's question: Have you used weather to cause change in your story?
How did you use that in your writing?
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Excerpt: "How can you do this?" Myra Richter snarled at her husband. She planted her feet in the doorway to his lab and bunched her tiny fists. "I'm your wife! You love me!"
Excerpt: The cell was dark and musty. On all four sides were towering walls of metal and rock. For a thousand years I had been chained to this patch of land. Of course, that wasn’t to say I didn’t deserve imprisonment. Oh, no. I most certainly deserved far worse. However, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I had certainly reduced Olympus to begging.
Excerpt: I looked into the mirror and I didn't see my own face, or more correctly, the one I was used to seeing. Oh man, I thought, I must be at least ten years older. Clive was going to pay for this. There didn’t seem to be anyone around and that pissed me off even further. The main room was a mess, the bathroom I entered was fit for a hobo, and I was simply livid. Being naked, looking for clothes was next on my list.
Excerpt: A cold breeze curled around my ankles, as I stood at the front door in my boxer shorts listening to my neighbor. The smell of beer invaded my nose as he complained about my cat crapping in his flower bed. The more I stepped back, the more he was in my face, pointing his stubby index finger.
Excerpt: For a small town it was one of the highlights of the year and a sure sign that summer was officially upon them; high school students cut the end of the day classes to spend more time with the flashing lights and elementary students walked through the dirt paths barely restrained by the length of their parents hands.
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Excerpt: After a long day, Bailey drops his black tote on the floor by the front door, and slides on an envelope. Consumed with confusion, he opens it.
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Excerpt: The kitchen was a mess and I was late. The bus had barrelled past me even though I stood at the curb and waved as it approached. It wasn’t even full. So I was in a foul mood even before I walked into the restaurant and found my kitchen filthy, rice glued to the countertops and the sink overflowing with dishes, the pungent scent of vinegar thick in the air.
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Excerpt: Baz set his gear down on the flat rock overlooking the Great Southern Ocean. It was getting dark; the wind picking up, it would be a cold night.
The two friends were dressed for the weather though. Despite the cold, the lure of a good catch was too hard to resist.
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This month's question: Have you used weather to cause change in your story?
How did you use that in your writing?
Answer below Editors love feedback!
Last month's question: What advice from above do you need to work on? What's your weakness?
How do you use that in your writing?
Elfin Dragon-finally published responds: Being a female I have difficulty writing with a "male" dialect tone of voice sometimes. I know, depending upon the situation, men can speak differently than women and I miss the influctions of voice. But I'm not sure how I use it in my writing.
charitykountz sends: You provided an excellent resource about dialogue. I love it when newsletters highlight resources to help writers on WDC improve, it's without a doubt one of the most valuable aspects of a newsletter in my opinion. Now that I know you do this, I'll keep an eye out for any future resources to send your way!
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