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Using sensory in scenes

Do you use the five senses to create a scene?

Sight, sound, touch, smell, taste. Using at least three of the senses in each scene will give a strong punch your readers can relate to. It puts readers in the picture and let’s them interact with the characters.

Not only should you use sensory in your writing, you should also use it to write. What do I mean by that? I’ll share an example.

While writing a scene in my upcoming book, Smoke and Embers, I got to a point where I was stuck. I knew what I wanted to portray to my readers, but I couldn’t put the words on paper. I went to my readers on Facebook and asked questions. Then I took a short break. We turned up the music (I was attending a craft retreat with friends), and I took a peek at my friend’s photographs. Darkside Photography uses warm lighting in her settings to make her photos pop. After browsing through her portfolio, I sat back down for another attempt at the scene I was working on.

The song that was playing, Ride by Chase Rice, and the images of Brandy’s photographs combined in my subconscious. Sound and Sight. These senses contributed to the final scene. (sneak peek below!)

Teaser:

“Soft and slow this time for you baby.”

“Gentle, but make me scream.” His grin told her all she needed to know. “I want you to hear me yell your name.”

“Damn, you’re killing me.”

He laid her back on the bed, his hands explored, making her hotter. The sun streaming in through the windows cast a warm, sensual glow on his body. His eyes held her captive as he slid his hands up her legs, over the sensitive skin of her thighs, across her stomach. Tears welled up in her eyes when he leaned over and kissed where their baby was safe and secure. ~~~~ Smoke and Embers

See how the music and influence of photos helped me create a scene? Yes, this is part of a love scene, so I have to admit that the glass of Merlot I was drinking also helped.

~~~~~ Take a scene you are working on, use surrounding senses, and incorporate sensory into your words. What’s playing in the background? What do your surroundings look like? Are you having a drink? Feel what’s around you and let your imagination flow. What are your characters doing at that particular moment? What’s the weather like where they are? Are there any smells that hint at where your scene takes place? Have your characters feel everything around them.

Email me a sneak peek and I’ll give my thoughts. taylor@tayloranne.net

Til next time,

Taylor

 

(W.I.N.E.) Writers’ Initiatives, Needs, and Expertise

She dreamed. She achieved.

Are you an author or other small business owner needing help with blogs, About Me pages, or website page content?  As an author myself, I know that the written word is not everyone’s strong point. Not sure if your information flows? Does it draw your prospective client? Grammar and spelling have you stumped? Or do you just want more information on the writing world? I can help you with that!

Are you a reader who has questions about an author’s life? What is their schedule like? Where do they find time to write? The list is endless as to what a reader wants to know about their favorite author. Get to know authors as your friends. We all share something in common. Let’s find out what that is.

From personal experience, I know that authors are always learning, growing, and needing help with one task or another. Or sometimes they simply have a question to ask. Or there is an idea running rampant in their head and they want input – will that make a good book / scene; is that something a person (character) would actually do or say; how do I get that idea on paper? Maybe you just need a little positive encouragement. Whatever your needs, I can help you with that!

In the next months I will be bringing you (authors and readers) information you can connect with. It may be a video or a post informing you of an important step in your author journey. It may be an inside look at how I created a scene, or where my inspiration came from. Journey with me and find your own encouragement and inspiration.

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Til next time,

Love, hugs, and kisses – Taylor

 

 

Smoking HOT Cover Reveal!!

Smoke and Embers cover is smoking hot and ready to be shared! Join myself and some fabulous authors as we celebrate the reveal. Say hi to your favorites, and meet some new authors. We have a fun-filled evening planned, so grab your computer, a comfy seat, and a nice soothing beverage and come play with us!!

Click to join the Facebook party:  https://www.facebook.com/events/460165187702873

Look forward to seeing you!

Taylor

Rejection – or simply NOT NOW?

The Librarian Talks recently had me as a guest on her blog. Thank you for allowing me to share my story. I posted about rejection – it does not always mean no. You can find the full article here: The Librarian Talks.

After reading the post when it went live, I realized a couple of things.

1.) Although the article spoke of an author receiving a rejection letter, this concept could apply to any small business. The photographer that receives a NO to the photos she spent time and money producing; the online retail party that had few, if any, guests show up; and the list goes on. No matter what your profession / hobby, don’t let a NO turn you away from your passion.

2.) “My advice to beginning authors is never give up. Seek your dreams and pursue your goals with everything you have. One day that NOT NOW will turn into your REALITY.” My advice in the article was directed to authors in particular. Authors need to hear this. But so do all other business owners, dream seekers, and hobby enthusiasts.

So, hop on over the The Librarian Talks blog, read my post, and apply it to your life. Your dream!

Till next time,

Love, hugs, and kisses – Taylor

The Trail to Love by Tina Susedik

Hello Tina and welcome! I’m happy to host you and your book, The Trail to Love. It looks and sounds amazing! I cannot wait to dive into it.

The legend of the soul mate tree:

I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear

To give those who are needy a treasure so dear.

They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves

Find the soul of their lives if they but believe.

When I call and you listen, your prize will be great

If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate.

Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand?

Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command.

For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold

And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.

An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

Jack Billabard, mourning the loss of his wife and baby in childbirth, vows to never to love again. After their funeral at Fort Laramie, he rides into the Wyoming hills beyond the ranch he built for his wife. Through his grieving tears, an ancient tree appears, giving him the hope he doesn’t believe is possible. For the next four years, he acts as a guide on the Oregon Trail, taking families to a new life while his looms lonely and stagnant.

The night before her abusive husband’s death, an ancient tree appears in Sarah Nickelson’s yard as she agonizes over how to survive her marriage. The tree gives her hope she can’t help but reject. After all, a tree doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. After her husband ‘s death, and with no options as a widow in Independence, Missouri, Sarah decides to travel to Oregon City as a Mail Order Bride.

During their trek west on the Oregon Trail, Jack and Sarah encounter one another, each afraid of being hurt again. Can they survive dogs and puppies, wind and rainstorms, Indians and unfavorable fellow passengers, while their love blossoms? Will the tree fulfill its promise?

Book Trailer for The Soul Mate Tree: https://youtu.be/VjxyyD3TVoA

Trailer for THE TRAIL TO LOVE:  https://youtu.be/WUm0whWw1Z0

Short Excerpt:

 

Cold seeped into his bones. Something warm blew across his face and ears. Jack swatted at his ears and peeled one gritty eye open.

“Papaya!” He pushed at the horse’s nose. “Go away.” Papaya continued prodding at him. “Damn horse.” He rubbed his cold hands together.

In the dim light, he wasn’t sure if it was morning or evening. The previous day’s events came back to him. He sat up and wiped a hand over his stubbly chin. Tears burned behind his eyes.

Papaya tugged at his sleeve until the only thing he could do was stand. “Dammit, horse, leave me alone.” He pushed the horse to the side. The sun rising behind the mountains from the east cast a shadow on a tree Jack swore hadn’t been there the night before.

Standing at least twenty feet high, the trunk was twisted and gnarled like the arthritic hands of his grandfather. Several roots rose from the ground making it look as if it would walk away. Some of its massive branches drooped close to the ground, like arms dragging across the grass.

As the sky lightened, he realized that, unlike the rough bark of the pines at this altitude, the tree’s light brown bark was smooth. Was it the lighting, or did some of the bark actually seem golden while in other places it was rough and dark brown? The surrounding trees paled in comparison.

Jack stepped closer. Pale green, oval leaves reminded him of an elm tree, only much smaller. When the wind blew, the undersides shimmered with a silvery glow.

Had he been so distraught yesterday he’d missed the massive structure? The tree seemed to beckon, calling him to its embrace. He dipped beneath its branches.

His hand shook as he reached out to touch the trunk. The instant he came in contact, his icy fingers warmed. Then his arm. He tried to pull away, but he couldn’t move.

Warmth spread through his body then settled in his aching heart. Was he hallucinating or was the tree humming? Had the tree actually whispered, “Love will come.”

A calmness settled over him and the darkness of the past few days diminished.

Between the hanging branches a person, surrounded by a foggy haze, appeared. Actually, two people. One tall, the other waist high, with a smaller version of Jack’s hat on its head. Suspenders held up too-short pants over the little one’s plaid shirt. A woman and a boy? They held hands, swinging them back and forth as if they hadn’t a care in the world. The woman’s bonnet hung down her back, loose hair flowing to her waist.

Was the tree showing him what Lily and his child would have been like if they’d lived? His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and he swore his heart cracked. As quickly as the despair washed over him, the tree hummed again and his heart warmed and peace settled through him.

Then the woman looked over her shoulder. This wasn’t Lily. The sun struck the vision. Instead of his wife’s dark hair, this woman’s shimmered like gold. Even from this distance, her sparkling blue eyes pierced through him.

Her smile beckoned him, and when she crooked her finger, all he could do was follow. The closer he came, the farther away they moved, until their bodies faded and nothing stood before him except the large boulder he’d slept against.

The tree. What if he touched the tree again? He pivoted on his foot, ready to run back and feel the twisted branches. What the hell? Maybe he’d lost his bearings while chasing the woman and boy. He spun in each direction. Nothing. The tree was gone. Poof. Was he losing his mind and dreaming the whole incident?

Something light brown on the ground caught his eye. Jack picked it up, his fingers warming at its touch. Bark from the disappearing tree? Had it all been real after all? If so, then where had the woman and boy gone?

Jack retraced the steps he’d taken to follow them. Only his own impressions in the dirt showed. He was going crazy. That was it. Crazy from grief. Maybe what he needed was to get away from the land and the memories it held.

Papaya pushed against Jack’s back, nearly knocking him to the ground.

“What do you think, old boy?” He ran his hand over the horse’s soft nose and recalled Samuel Hunt’s offer of a job from before he’d married Lily. “Should I see if Sam still needs someone to help take those crazy emigrants to Oregon?”

As if he understood what Jack was saying, Papaya nodded his large head.

“Well, since I’m already crazy, I might as well listen to you.”

After a quick breakfast of cold biscuits and hard tack, he swung onto Papaya’s back and headed back down the mountain. Back to his empty home and future.

ABOUT TINA SUSEDIK:

Tina Susedik is a multi-published author with books in both fiction and non-fiction, including history, children’s, and military books. Her favorite is writing romance stories where her characters live happily ever after. She lives in Northwestern Wisconsin and is a member of Wisconsin Romance Writers of America.

This is her sixth book with Soul Mate Publishing.

 

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