This week, I\u2019m still fishing in our Oceans of Jewels post. I want to present one more snippet from one of you. I\u2019m going to comment on that, in the same way was I did last time, but I also want to draw attention to an issue that crops up in probably the majority of your pieces, and especially the ones that include some real descriptive writing. That issue is so prevalent and so crucial \u2013 and so easy to get right \u2013 that it\u2019s worth spending real time with.<\/p>\n
So, let\u2019s take a look at another one of your snippets, taken from this Ocean Of Jewels<\/a> thread.<\/p>\n The piece is from THE TAXI, by Helen Parusel, and it runs like this:<\/p>\n My bare feet squelch in the cold, slick sludge that spreads vast and bleak before me. Linking arms with Stefanie on one side, and Anna on the other, I wonder if this was a good idea.<\/p>\n Yesterday, Anna pointed at the events board, and looked at me, her jade eyes glinting. \u2018You are not fully integrated in North German culture until you have experienced a Wattwanderung<\/em>.\u2019<\/p>\n I\u2019m not sure if trudging barefoot across the cold mudflats on the North Sea is a prerequisite for integration, but assured by Anna it would be a great laugh, I signed on the dotted line.<\/p>\n We are a group of fifteen. Our guide, Guido, white bearded and crinkly eyed, tells us that when the tide recedes, the treasures of the Wadden Sea\u00a0<\/em>are revealed. But he has a warning: venturing onto the mudflats without an experienced guide with knowledge of the tide time-table can be fatal. We all nod, grateful to be in Guido\u2019s capable hands as he leads us across the UNESCO World Heritage Site.<\/p>\n With infectious enthusiasm, he splodges along with broad, brown feet, pointing at the scuttling crabs amongst the seashells, nuggets of amber and the heaps of sand-worm burrows scattered on the beach. Our feet make strange sucking sounds as tiny shrimps shoot out between our toes. We laugh and shriek.\u00a0<\/p>\n Despite cancer.\u00a0<\/p>\n God, this is good. The gusty wind flinging grains of sand and droplets of seawater against my face. My soul rising and dancing on the wind with the Oystercatchers, screeching above. Drunk on elation. I am here.<\/p>\n There\u2019s a lot of quality in this. The best bit is the paragraph about the scuttling crabs and the sand-work burrows. That kind of minute, specific observation forces you into the landscape precisely because it is so specific. Before reading that sentence, you probably didn\u2019t know that sand-worms made burrows on tidal flats (I didn\u2019t), but by calling attention to that detail, the author has brought the beach vibrantly to life. Indeed, even if you were actually on the beach, you might not notice the sand-worm burrows, so there\u2019s a way in which this line of text makes you more aware of the beach than if you were there in reality. (More on writing evocative descriptions.<\/a>)<\/p>\n That\u2019s what good prose does. It explains the world \u2013 life \u2013 back to us, in a way that just being in the world can\u2019t always manage.<\/p>\n OK, so good. As I say, there\u2019s plenty of good stuff here, and I like it.<\/p>\n But let\u2019s have a think about that very first sentence. This one:<\/p>\n My bare feet squelch in the cold, slick sludge that spreads vast and bleak before me.<\/em><\/p>\n What do you think of that? Do you like it? Or hate it? Or are you carefully sitting on the fence? Just take a moment to see how it feels.<\/p>\n And \u2013 full disclosure \u2013 I have a problem with it and my problem is simply this. That sentence feels like writing<\/em><\/u>. And that\u2019s not good.<\/p>\n Now in part, that\u2019s just the result of adjectival overgrowth: five adjectives in a sixteen-word sentence.<\/p>\n My bare\u00a0<\/strong>feet squelch in the cold, slick\u00a0<\/strong>sludge that spreads vast\u00a0<\/strong>and bleak\u00a0<\/strong>before me.<\/em><\/p>\n I also think the word \u2018sludge\u2019 is a bit imprecise here. Almost anything can be sludge \u2013 apple puree, radioactive gloop, a mudflat. I think that, especially, this opening description needs something more precise, more specific.<\/p>\n So, OK, let\u2019s fix the sentence to address those niggles. Something like this, maybe:<\/p>\n My bare feet squelch in the chilly mud that spreads out before me.<\/em><\/p>\n So, I\u2019ve vaped three of the five adjectives, and I don\u2019t really think we\u2019ve lost anything. The phrase \u2018spreads out\u2019 implies extent, so I don\u2019t think the word \u2018vast\u2019 added anything much. I don\u2019t think we need the word bleak, because we\u2019re on a North Sea mudflat which is \u2013 duh! \u2013 made out of mud. I think the bleakness is already baked in. And the word \u2018slick\u2019 \u2013 what is that really adding? How would you distinguish a slick sludge from any other kind of sludge? I\u2019m not sure. Perhaps the writer is wanting to call attention to the smoothness and shine of mud that hasn\u2019t yet been trampled, but the word \u2018slick\u2019 is just too compressed a way to suggest this.<\/p>\n Oh yes, and I\u2019ve changed the word \u2018cold\u2019 to the word \u2018chilly\u2019. How come? Well, no reason, really. It just felt better. But I think it\u2019s mostly because the sentence is made up almost entirely of single-syllable words and it just felt rhythmically better to break that up.<\/p>\n So the sentence has got better, but I still don\u2019t love it and we\u2019re now starting to get closer to my primary discomfort. The sentence has two chunks, which can be split up like this:<\/p>\n My bare feet squelch in the chilly mud \u2013\u00a0<\/em>focus is on the narrator\u2019s feet.<\/p>\n \u2026 the chilly mud that spreads out before me \u2013\u00a0<\/em>focus is on the extent of the mud.<\/p>\n So that one sentence has a dual focus. Now that\u2019s not, as it happens, usually a good thing to do with sentences, but sentences are flexible things and I\u2019m not going to say that sentences can never point two ways at once. They can.<\/p>\n But, but, but.<\/p>\n Do you feel the problem? (And honestly, honestly, I\u2019ll feel a gooey little thrill of pleasure if you do.)<\/p>\n The issue is this.<\/p>\n The sentence purports to convey the experience of the narrator. And the sentence sort of shouts out the kind of lessons learned in plenty of writing workshops.<\/p>\n Look, I\u2019m speaking in the first person! And the present tense! And I\u2019m using a full array of senses (squelch, chilly, spreads out)! I\u2019m showing, not telling! I\u2019m right here in the narrator\u2019s head!<\/em><\/p>\n But phooey, says I.<\/p>\n And piffle, says I.\u00a0<\/p>\n And balderdash, bunkum, claptrap and poppycock.<\/p>\n The thing is: this sentence reads like something constructed in a writing workshop to sound like it conveys the experience of an alert narrator \u2026 without actually conveying a true first-person experience.<\/p>\n So let\u2019s say you, right now, were transported to a chilly North Sea mudflat. Your shoes are torn from you (politely, of course; and you\u2019re given a chit so you can reclaim them when you\u2019re done.) You are then asked to walk out on the mudflat.<\/p>\n I think you experience one thing at a time. I think you bounce between sensations and thoughts. And I think you assemble the whole experience relatively slowly.<\/p>\n Indeed, I think your experience might run something like this:<\/p>\n It\u2019s a strange experience stepping out on the mud. The mud appears as smooth as whalebone and I first assume it to be firm. My first steps give the lie to that. The mud is silky soft and squirts away between my toes, until I reach the hard sand beneath. It\u2019s cold, too, the chill of January seawater. And as we start to walk, the group of us, it seems like the landscape broadens as we move. Spreading wider and wider, as we leave the dunes and beach-huts for the huge, open horizon.<\/em><\/p>\n And look: you could write that same passage in a hundred different ways, and they\u2019d all be fine. But I think you do need to isolate one experience at a time. If that experience is a new, strange thing \u2013 the purpose of the paragraph, in fact \u2013 then I think you need to tease it out. I think it needs two or three lines, not just the one. I think you can only move onto the extent of the sands, once you\u2019ve properly dealt with the feel of the mud. (Or vice versa, of course. I\u2019m not fussed.)<\/p>\n And the real thing here \u2013 the Secret of Everything, in fact \u2013 is YOU NEED TO KEEP EVERYTHING FROM YOUR CHARACTER\u2019S VIEWPOINT. Every detail. Every shade of every word.<\/p>\n That dual focus sentence didn\u2019t feel like how we authentically experience things like walking barefoot on mud. And the only thing that really matters in that sentence is capturing that exact experience. Not compressing it. Or rushing it. But capturing it and expressing it.<\/p>\n I call that the secret of everything, because the issue is so widespread and infects even pretty good writing. Here\u2019s another tiny snippet from that Ocean of Jewels<\/a> collection. (This snippet is from Gabster\u2019s Finding Charlotte.) Her opening para begins like this:<\/p>\n One minute the sky was clear, then dark clouds rolled in, casting ominous shadows. Flashes of lightning on the horizon; a sense of anticipation. She tugged her seat belt tighter as the plane plunged into a dense grey mass<\/em><\/p>\n Now, again, that extract comes from a page of perfectly decent writing. (It tells of Charlotte\u2019s encounter with a peculiar character on a flight to Cambodia. If I were reading that page, I\u2019d turn onto the next, wanting to know what happened next.)<\/p>\n But the problem here is pretty obvious, right? Charlotte, from her airplane seat, won\u2019t really be able to see clouds roll in. She might see them thicken up as the plane moves, but she won\u2019t really be able to distinguish rolling-cloud movement from travelling-plane movement. Likewise, what are the ominous shadows? They\u2019re cast on the ground presumably, which Charlotte can\u2019t see, because she\u2019s in a plane. She can\u2019t see a horizon, either, not in its normal sense of earth-meets-sky. And then \u201cthe plane plunged into a dense grey mass\u201d might be a correct description of what happened \u2026 but that viewpoint would require an observer positioned outside the plane, so therefore not Charlotte.<\/p>\n And so on. The result is that we can\u2019t stay close to Charlotte\u2019s own experience because we are constantly being pushed out of it.<\/p>\n I could find probably fifty similar examples from that Ocean of Jewels collection with similar issues.<\/p>\n And the issues, by the way, arise because the writer is trying to do the right thing (get specific, get descriptive, get atmospheric) but in a way that detaches the reader from the character\u2019s own experience. (More on developing characters here<\/a>.)<\/p>\n And better to have a bland sentence that is authentically from the character\u2019s viewpoint than an interesting one from the wrong viewpoint.<\/p>\n That, my friends, is the secret of everything.<\/p>\n That\u2019s enough from me. If this email runs on any longer, somebody will shoot me.<\/p>\n Till soon<\/p>\n Harry<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PPS:\u00a0<\/strong>Now look, you probably know we\u2019ve got some Lovely London Events on shortly. Tickets are starting to run short, so don\u2019t be a chump. Do what you gotta do:<\/p>\n 1. \u00a0 \u00a0Come to The Getting Published Day<\/strong>. Don\u2019t fail to get published because you\u2019re doing the basics wrong. We\u2019ll tell you what to do and how to do it. Learn more<\/a>.<\/p>\n 2. \u00a0 \u00a0Come to our Self-Publishing Day<\/strong>. I love self-publishing. It\u2019s magnificently powerful, But you must, must, must do it right and ninety-something percent of self-pubbers do it wrong. We\u2019ll tell you what to do<\/a>.<\/p>\n PPPS<\/strong>: If you are a member of Jericho Writers, you can submit your work to the upcoming Slushpile Live with the Soho Agency. That\u2019s right: you get to pop a chunk of your work in front of a real live literary agent who is actively looking for new clients. We film the whole thing and stream it live so you can listen \u2013 and ask questions. Sign up page \u2013 for JW members only \u2013 is here<\/a>.<\/p>\n