Remember the Disney production of Cinderella, when the good witches waved their magic wands of blue, red and green? Their glitter flowed like Fourth of July sparklers, creating magic.
That’s what my blog is about this month—the magic that happens with words. In an entire novel, only a few or at most several dozen of them may appear. When they do, they connect us to the characters, embed us more deeply in the setting and emotions of the scene, and increase our enjoyment and understanding of the story. They linger in our memories.
These are a few of my favorite magic-wand words. Enjoy! May these words that so inspired me also inspire you to dig deeper in your creative reservoir. May your current work in progress sparkle!
Nora Roberts, Spellbound:
… an exquisite simile
And she was there, just there, conjured up out of storm-whipped air. Her hair was a firefall over a dove-gray cloak, alabaster skin with the faint bloom of rose, a generous mouth just curved in knowledge. And eyes as blue as a living star and just as filled with power.
Nora Roberts, Public Secrets
… another one
She would remember the feel of the air against her face, air so moist from the sea it might have been tears.
Nora Roberts, Sanctuary
… a character-enriching analogy
She walked to the water’s edge, let the surf foam over her ankles. There, she thought when the tide swept back and sucked the sand down over her feet. That was exactly the same sensation he was causing in her. That slight and exciting imbalance, that feeling of having the ground shift under you no matter how firmly you planted your feet.
Katie Schneider, All We Know of Love
…melding scene and character
The clouds are pulled thin like cotton. I understand how they feel, out in the middle of nowhere, unsure of quite where they’re heading.
Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
…skillful use of the senses
“I saw you in India.” Mrs. Humphrey had about her the slightly sour tang of an unchanged baby. “You took my clothes off.”
…expression of fury, revenge, stunning rhythm and great example of back-loading
He thought of the look on the Ape’s face, the relish of terror, the time it would take; he’d once seen two men hanged and quartered—the expression of the second condemned traitor as he watched the executioner cut down and butcher the first: that was the fear, that was the struggle, the prolonged kicking and spasms, that was the cringing, weeping, purple-faced, swollen-tongued, bloated sickening twitching entrails-sliding agony he was going to inflict.
Mary Jo Putney, Loving a Lost Lord
…fresh imagery
He wouldn’t need her, and that was as it should be. … When she was old and gray, the time she had known Adam would be the merest ripple in the lake of her life.
Annie Proulx, Close Range-Wyoming Stories
This passage slams the reader into the scene
“Hey, you’re old enough almost a be my grandmother. I rather eat rat jelly than—”
But he was edging closer and Mrs. Freeze saw his trick and the red-flushed neck swelled like that of an elk in mating season, the face beaded with desperate sweat.
…succinct characterization
“Think about it, give me a call.”
“I don’t need a think about it,” said Mrs. Freeze. She dropped the cap of the whiskey bottle, kicked it under the chair. She didn’t need that, either.
Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
Memorable, humorous, backloading
“I don’t know where you keep finding these Mexican strawberries,” he said, referring to the beans. Bolivar … mixed them with so many red chilies that a spoonful of beans was more or less as hot as a spoonful of red ants.
Barbara Bretton, Just Like Heaven
…exquisite rhythm and backloading
…she clung to his shoulders so she wouldn’t slide off the face of the earth and into some vast unknowable universe of shooting stars and fireworks and whispered warnings that some things are too good to be true.
Jacquelyn Michard, A Theory of Relativity
…another memorable simile
He had never been able to think of that except as “innocent,” as guileless and tender as a childhood Christmas.
Tina St. John, Lord of Vengeance
…word choices
The answer came swiftly, softly at first, a dark whisper that curled around him, anchoring his soul to the earth with shadowy tethers.
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I hope you’ve enjoyed these magic-wand words. If you have some to share, please do!
Reading these reminds me of just how much more work I need to do.
Thanks, Janet.
You’re welcome, Nathan!
Powerful and lasting descriptions. Thank you for sharing and reminding me how high the bar is set.
You’re welcome, Rainey. Wishing you many inspired writing sessions!
I would share some of my own except that I am still in a trance caused by the power and beauty of what you shared.
Thank you, Elizabeth. I’m glad you enjoyed them, and wish you a superb writing session today!