Monday, November 23, 2009

Practice your scenes


Here is an exercise to help you with your craft today. In the comments write the following scene but within your genre. Let the tone, description and pace of this small scene be guided by the time period, mood of the scene, genre of the book, etc.


A man and woman are walking outside. Both are hungry.


How much tension can you make of this prompt? How many problems could you realistically throw at them? Will it even matter at the end of the scene that they were hungry or is that just what brought them to the place of conflict? Or will a new secret be revealed over dinner.

Be creative and tell us the genre and time period you're writing in. Have fun with it. I cannot wait to read what you write.

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1 comment:

Jan Cline said...

Here goes:
Ted grabbed Angela as she stumbled. The snow now up to their knees made it difficult to make any measurable forward motion. Angela sobbed as she tried to hold up her heavy skirt. Fatigue and hunger sapped her strength, but knowing she had no other choice, she pressed on. Ted stopped to secure her bonnet, and took off his scarf to wrap around her neck. “We’ll make it dear, just a little while longer.” She saw the worried look in his eyes, and she smiled to reassure him. It was her fault they were lost, and now they may never find their way home again. The gnawing in her stomach reminded her how long it had been since breakfast. If only she hadn’t wandered so far to gather berries. The storm hit before she could get back, and now there would be no birthday pie for her husband. She longed for the warmth of the fire, and prayed they would soon see the cottage through the white out of snow and fog.