Comments on: Writing Lesson 29 – Showing Actions and Emotions http://www.anovelwritingsite.com/2010/03/writing-lesson-29-showing-actions-and-emotions/ Sat, 07 Jan 2012 03:02:37 +0000 hourly 1 By: lynn http://www.anovelwritingsite.com/2010/03/writing-lesson-29-showing-actions-and-emotions/comment-page-1/#comment-17 lynn Fri, 02 Apr 2010 20:19:54 +0000 http://www.anovelwritingsite.com/?p=339#comment-17 Great way to show shyness, homesickness, that out-of-place feeling we all dread. And you did it without naming a single emotion. :) Writing in first person as you have done makes it easier for some writers to convey emotion. Sometimes when I'm writing a difficult passage, I'll write it in first person so that I can concentrate on how I would feel if I were the character. Then I can edit it into third person by changing the pronouns as needed. Great way to show shyness, homesickness, that out-of-place feeling we all dread. And you did it without naming a single emotion. :)

Writing in first person as you have done makes it easier for some writers to convey emotion. Sometimes when I’m writing a difficult passage, I’ll write it in first person so that I can concentrate on how I would feel if I were the character. Then I can edit it into third person by changing the pronouns as needed.

]]> By: skmayh http://www.anovelwritingsite.com/2010/03/writing-lesson-29-showing-actions-and-emotions/comment-page-1/#comment-16 skmayh Thu, 01 Apr 2010 20:40:46 +0000 http://www.anovelwritingsite.com/?p=339#comment-16 I sat quietly in the corner with my eyes cast to the ground. How could they make me move here? Didn't they understand I didn't want to leave Memphis. My chest grew heavy, like the air had all been sucked out of it. Don't call on me, I begged Mr. Druff, with my eyes. I hate that everytime I speak I'm supposed to be brilliant. I hate that everytime I speak they all know I'm new to the north. I could try and blend in, but I don't want to. I'd rather just sit in silence and hope to move back home. I sat quietly in the corner with my eyes cast to the ground. How could they make me move here? Didn’t they understand I didn’t want to leave Memphis. My chest grew heavy, like the air had all been sucked out of it. Don’t call on me, I begged Mr. Druff, with my eyes. I hate that everytime I speak I’m supposed to be brilliant. I hate that everytime I speak they all know I’m new to the north. I could try and blend in, but I don’t want to. I’d rather just sit in silence and hope to move back home.

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