Description; the 6th Sense–Part 4 the Sense of Touch

The next post in the series. (If you have missed the first 3 other parts, you can get to them here: Description; the 6th Sense–Part 1 the Sense of Sight; Part 2 the Sense of Sound; and Part 3 the Sense of Smell.)

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. The smell of on coming rain taunted Patience's nose, and she turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all silence.

Touch. . . . What a special thing it is. It's the feeling of the strong arms of someone they trust, which give's a little child the sense of security. It's the softness of a puppy's fur, or a chicks feathers that gives us the delight of holding or touching them. Touch– it is the feeling of warm earth squishing between our toes that we keep wanting to come back to; it is the kiss of a butterfly's wings, or the rush of wind upon our face. Touch. But how do we interpret that onto paper? How can we say what touch is, when you have to feel it in order to truly understand it. But not necessarily. . . . Like smell, you have a memory of things you've felt; the roundness of a ball that you have just thrown; the rough grains of the wood of the chair you have just sat in. That memory, can be harnessed and used to help your writing. Let's say that the character that you are writing about has picked up a piece of cloth. You can phrase what they feel in some way like this: "He ran his fingers over the material, it was like thin silk, smooth and soft, yet in other ways it was different. . . tougher for instance, it almost had a leathery feel to it." You see, first you get the feel of silk, then of leather, mix it together and vwalla! You have the feel of this new material.

But not all things are like that. Many you have to create your own texture for, such as darkness. You can't feel it in the literal sense. And yet, it wears on you, and seems to close in on you. Fog adds a chill to the air, and strains your eyes, so that it almost feels as if it were pressing into them. You can feel someone's stare, although they are touching you in no way. And the list goes on. Experiment, touch things, and see if you can word what it feels like and that way the next time you come to a part in your writing, where you need to describe touch, you will know what to do.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. A gust of wind swept over Patience, gently caressing a lock of hair over her cheek. An especially long piece of grass tickled her ear before springing nimbly back into place as the wind slowed. The smell of on coming rain taunted her nose, and she turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all quiet.

(Thank you Hannah for your suggestion on the last sentence, I do believe it flows much better now. :) )

The 5th, and final part of the series will be coming soon. :)

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

A Path of Perfection

I would just like to direct your attention to the verse for today on the sidebar.

Psalms 18:32

It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.

How cool is that?!?! It is GOD who arms us with strength, and not only that! He makes our way PERFECT! WOW!!!

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Description; the 6th Sense–Part 3 the Sense of Smell

Next we move on to the sense of smell. (If you missed that I am doing a series on description, take a look at Description; the 6th Sense–Part 2 the Sense of Sight and Description; the 6th Sense–Part 1 the Sense of Sound) The senses of sight and sound are sometimes the easiest of the senses to describe. Because when we first encounter something, first our eyes take it in, then we listen, then, once we have noticed it in those ways, we move on to smell, touch, and often lastly, taste. And because of that, often these last 3 senses can be left out when you describe things in your writing, for sake of slowing the story line down and leaving your reader uninterested. Though at times it is necessary to add them, and if you are able to discern those times, it will make your story on the whole much deeper.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. Patience turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all silence.

Smell is quite interesting when you think about it. You don't even have to have a bouquet of flowers in front of you, but when you think about one your nose immediately picks up the memory, and you can smell it. But lets just focus on what IS in front of you. In a meadow, like the one that Patience is sitting in, you would most likely smell grass, earth, and flowers. With the storm coming on (I love this smell) you would catch the scent of rain in the air. If your by a fire however, the smells are altogether of a different sort. You may smell ashes, and and smoke, intermingled with the scent of the wood that is being burned. Some wood types have stronger, sweater aromas then others, so if your portraying a place of comfort, peace, and beauty, you may pull that out in your writing. Where as, if you are in some place different, such as a dungeon, or the camp of the enemy, then you might have it be wood of a more foul sort being burnt. Like I said before, the smell of things, is so small, that we often don't make ourselves conscious of it, but our bodies take it in, and it is part of our surroundings. Part of what makes us feel alert, or relaxed. It weaves through our senses, and directs the path that our emotions take.

Patience sat amidst the tall grass in the meadow. A lark whistled its shrill cry, as it swooped into the violently waving grass, before soaring back into the quickly darkening sky, with a cricket gripped tightly in its thin beak. The smell of on coming rain taunted Patience's nose, and she turned her eyes to the horizon, where a large black monster crept silently over her once peaceful surroundings. Lightning flashed inside it's belly, as it reared up it's angry head with a rumbling growl that shook the air and disarmed it of all silence.

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~