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![]() Action/Adventure This week: Good Shot! Edited by: Legerdemain More Newsletters By This Editor 1. About this Newsletter 2. A Word from our Sponsor 3. Letter from the Editor 4. Editor's Picks 5. A Word from Writing.Com 6. Ask & Answer 7. Removal instructions The purpose of this newsletter is to help the Writing.com author hone their craft and improve their skills. Along with that I would like to inform, advocate, and create new, fresh ideas for the author. Write to me if you have an idea you would like presented. Another method is spatial order, arranging the objects to be described in some systematic sequence in space. In describing a room, for instance, you could start at the left side and work your way to the right. My point is you need a plan or design! You will lose your readers with a mess of unrelated details. Specific details are just as important. Your reader must be able to see the object being described. This means your description must be concrete. You have to supply your reader with specific images instead of vague or general statements. One way to make your writing better and specific is to use precise diction. Use words that are sharp and clear. Instead of writing that a character "coughed", use a more exact word like "gasped", "hacked", or even "wheezed". The kind of author you are is shown by your word choice and the details you select. This month's question: How do you create accurate descriptive passages? Send in your reply below!
Excerpt: I worried tears would spill like spring rain from her eyes, but Gretel did not cry. She had not cried since she pushed the old cannibal into the large oven. She had not mentioned God since, either.
Excerpt: "Silence! Silence! Silence!" The crowd roars my name as I stroll into the ring. My opponent's nervous look disappears when he sees that he's up against a scrawny 16 year old. Too bad for him. He smirks, and cracks his knuckles. His lips move, but his words are lost in the noise of the audience. When he asked to fight the toughest fighter in town, he didn't expect to see someone as small as me.
Excerpt: “Well, I’m not sure exactly where to start here. What happened last night was quite unprecedented, at least in my experience. It’s not every day that a 16th century ship shows up in the Chicago Harbor flying the Jolly Roger.”
Excerpt: Mac had already stripped his coat and dramatically dashed into the smoke before Claudia's mother could dissolve into hysterics. Lanky didn't bother removing his coat. He just disappeared after Mac. The bystanders watched in terror as another part of the roof crashed to the ground.
Excerpt: With a gentle touch, he urged his horse toward the only structure that had not crumbled into piles of broken stones. The Wildmen of the hill-country called it a ziggurat. A pyramid with a steep staircase that led to a temple at the top where the ancient people worship their gods. Gilead felt a kind of fellowship with the structure, like him, it had stood mighty in the land of Dunraw, and like him, it seemed strengthened rather than weakened by time. For the most part, this is what he cared to believe. However, he was not blind to reality and as great as Gilead believed it to be, the ziggurat as well as himself could not turn back time.
Excerpt: The mightiest tree in all of this vast forest stood proud and tall, its crown of green leaves ruffling with the occasional gusts of wind. Insects skittered over its thick roots, squirrels danced up and down the mighty trunk, and birds were chirping a lovely tune as they nested in the branches. The tree was old and wise, and saw itself as a just king, but it refused to shelter those it saw as insignificant.
Excerpt: Even though he was leaving his wife’s body behind and six-feet under, he was at the same time taking something else with him, something that felt as heavy as his pain and suffering: his blame. It knew Will very well, intimately, in fact, and longed to be reunited. Over the last year it had lost its hold. Now it was back, stronger than ever, and determined to prevail. As the creature oozed from the ground beneath Will’s feet, it began to follow him; discreetly at first, dodging in-between gravestones and Cyprus trees, and then as Will headed out the front gates it pursued him in earnest.
Excerpt: We met ten years ago, co-workers thrown together when the company we worked for down-sized. We rounded on each other with suspicion and territorial stances. Each believed her job was in jeopardy due to the presence of the other. Maxine and I were as different as mice and chipmunks. If we were trees in the park, I was the willow, and she the mighty oak with strong wide trunk and expansive leaves. My delicate bones and long tapered fingers matched the sweeping willow tree I called my friend. Seated under trailing branches, I felt the tree accept my love despite my human failings. Submit an item for consideration in this newsletter! http://www.Writing.Com/main/newsletters.php?action=nli_form Have an opinion on what you've read here today? Then send the Editor feedback! Find an item that you think would be perfect for showcasing here? Submit it for consideration in the newsletter! http://www.Writing.Com/main/newsletters.php?action=nli_form Don't forget to support our sponsor! InstantPublisher.Com: Self publishing made easy and affordable. All file types accepted with many options. Starting at $100 for 25 copies in 7-10 days! Visit us today! This month's question: How do you create accurate descriptive passages? Last month's question: What types of actions would you consider "pack behavior"? Giselle S.M Ferguson off for surgery To stop receiving this newsletter, go into your account and remove the check from the box beside the specific topic. Be sure to click "Complete Edit" or it will not save your changes. |