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Welcome May! Here is this month's question:What are your writerly highs and writerly lows?
Co-hosts for May are Kim Elliott, Melissa Maygrove, Chemist Ken, Lee Lowery, and Nancy Gideon! Thank you so much for your help!
My highs are delving into the characters' thoughts and navigating through their trials alongside them! Writing is my cathartic state of mind.
Despite having stories published through these past few years, I am woefully out of touch. My writerly lows are the struggles of enduring a learning curve!
My recent one is the use of filter words. Yes, call me out of touch or living under the writerly rock--it's been a super long time since I've decided to rejoin the writerly community and the speak is different.
What used to be simply called MC is now FMC and MMC instead of hero or heroine. Then there's Universal Fantasy, or tropes* coined by a successful indie author who changed up the community from simple "escapism" which can be a byword! Yikes! Where have I been?
Okay, back to the filter words. That's where I am at. I've always been a fan at writing the deep point of view before it became a thing, but today's angle is more refined than what I'm used to. I look at my stories and think, aw man, now to rewrite them all!
I have many stories collecting dust that need their wings exercised for the big blue yonder, and since I've always written through the visceral point of view, that means I need to readjust my method to fit what is going on now.
My problem word is look, see, regard, behold, stare--all the functions of what the eyes do. I understand that this point of view is the writer's prerogative, but I can't resist and so, here I am!
Here are a few examples of what I've been working with for my current manuscript:
She would call him to her.
She called him to her.
She knew it started with her.
It started with her.
She shivered beneath his touch.
A shiver coursed through her beneath...
She wondered at his magnificent restraint.
His magnificent restraint amazed her.
She saw no hint.
There was no hint.
She gazed up at him, horror and grief spearing her.
Horror and grief speared her.
She thought back on the records. It had taken long to work on these sections of land.
According to the records, it had taken long...
She shivered at the memory of their clear hostility.
Their clear hostility frightened her.
Have you heard of filter words? What do you think of Universal Fantasy?
*(edited for clarification)