How To Write a Book: Sensory Information
Humans are sensorial beings. We are deeply, and in some cases, forever touched when something imprints in our senses. Colors, textures, perfumes, smoke, chemicals, temperature, sounds, tastes, all have primitive places in each of us. As a writer, you can play us like tuned instruments if you tap our senses just right. It doesn't have to be overt, but when you're writing a scene, think of your senses and then inform ours.
Opening the door I had to throw my hand up to block the hot sun that blazed through the big window turning my pupils to pinpricks. I could see the room had once been loved with its lavish chintz-covered furniture that was now bleached into vague non-colors and covered with a thick layer of dust. It smelled of stagnant hot air, melted candles, and dead flies.
Reading that made me re-experience a close room I'd been in that had been allowed to become an oven. Particularly strong was the Crayola-esque scent of puddled candles, and while I didn't think I knew what dead flies smelled like, I absolutely did and had seen them in the windowsills in my mind's eye while reading those words.
As a writer, I love to ask people from far-flung places what their home country feels and smells like. Is the air heavy with humidity and the scent of a crop in nearby fields? What are the sounds? The squeak of tuk-tuk horns? Church bells? Honestly, when my family moved up into the mountains of Colorado when I was in high school it took me some time to get used to the whispering pines.
Years ago I went to a bookstore event for a picture book of Venice Italy and when the photographer asked if there were any questions I threw my hand up and asked what Venice smelled like. After some thought, he said, "Wet." So when I went there to research my Venice Trilogy, I made sure to jot down everything I smelled, tasted, felt, and heard. I can still hear a persistent seagull who seemed ever-present and had a loud full-throated call that sounded as if he was laughing at me, "Woh-ha-ha-HA!" Of course, that made it into book three when the detective feels he's failed and even the gulls are laughing at him.
Take us there deeply and we'll follow you anywhere.
-- Anna Erikssön Bendewald
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