I recently wrote a post about writing scenes and I've been working those scenes into my 'busy lifestyle'. (Read: too tired lately to give a care about anything much).
The writing has been little things: my first time on a motorcycle (FREAKED OUT!), or a fat pigeon on a wire, just as lightning flashed overhead.
Then, memories started resurfacing, memories of a time when I was much younger... And much more naive. The crushes I had, the 'men' I'd loved and would have died for (at the time, I was VERY naive).
I thought, "Why not write those memories down? They would make great scenes and I would remember what it felt like to be young, naive, stupid. Basically, a teenager.
I was transformed while writing. I remembered lights dimmed, the flash of a scene from a movie, his smell, his grin, the look in his eyes. The challenge in those dark eyes. I remember the pictures on the wall, how one of the frames was always crooked, the couch smelled of perfume and a little bit of sweat. It was well used, many butts had sat on those cushions.
And then it hit me that I'd never written a more 'real' scene, it's never been so detailed, so true sounding. I could imagine everything perfectly because I'd been there, I'd seen those pictures, had sat on that couch.
And although I've always suspected this about my writing, I've never acknowledged it: I don't picture my story well enough. I see my characters, but I don't become them. Don't see or feel what they do and it shows in my writing. There's always something missing.
I have to correct this. I'm one step closer just by realising the problem but I'm not sure how to fix it. Any suggestions?
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