Imagery
is Everything
For most writers, painting a picture is
important. Getting a reader to see
something the way you do is paramount to anything else. This is why I rely heavily on images. I use new photos, old photos, anything I can
find to understand how something works or to try to paint a picture. Sure, imagination is also important. What you can’t see in reality you create in
your mind. But, we still have to
describe it.
They teach you to use all of your senses to describe
a scene. Not just externally, but
internally. If you look at a tree, how
does it make you feel? Do you think of
history, of how old that tree is, how long it has been around? I do.
Do you want to find out what kind of tree it is? Ah, but you don’t have to know right away. You can research it to match the leaf
pattern. Hell, you can substitute for another
tree in most cases (I guess it depends what is indigenous to a region).
Think of an old red tricycle. Does that make you feel something? Do you think of your childhood, how you used
to peddle fast, your legs spinning until you thought you could fly? Was your mom or dad watching close by to make
sure you didn’t get hurt?
Wow, a photo
can bring some memories to mind, can’t it?
It’s the same with research. When
I do research on a time period or a specific location, I try to ruminate on it
for awhile. How does it make me
feel? How would a character feel? Are the streets paved or are they still
dirt-laden? All of these details might
not seem so important for some beginning writers, but I guarantee readers will
feel more grounded into a character’s situation if they can “feel” something.
After I write a manuscript, I often go back through
to see if I’ve missed any of these sensory details. For Upon
Your Honor, I used old photos, old journals or ethnographies about
locations, old newspaper ads, old maps, anything I could find to fill in the
gaps. Sure, I did a lot of research as I
went along, but the nice thing about saving it is that you can go back to it when
you need to add anything. For locations,
I not only found pictures of a city as it is now, but I tried to find images of
how it looked then, in 1891, for authenticity.
With fashion or décor, I researched sites that specialized in the
Victorian age or I looked at sources specific to that year. I will share some of the imagery I used to
describe what happened in my book here with you.
How do these images makes you feel? Are you getting a sense that imagery is
everything?
Let me give you another example just for fun.
I recently stumbled across this photo
on a blog, and it automatically got my creative wheels
turning.
This is my little five sentence piece of fiction I
came up with spur of the moment:
Waiting by the tracks, the rain spattered down on
her black umbrella. The cobblestone
pattern beside the metals rails was a fine sheen of water. In her long, blue casual dress she huddled
through the cold, her butt planted on a long trunk. She alternated gazed down the long track and
checked her watch. It was running late,
and she feared her packed clothing would be soaked soon with the delay.
So, you see.
Anything can spur a moment of creativity for a writer. Even if we’re not looking at photos, life can
provide the same things. Real life is
quite inspiring, and I utilized those feelings while writing Upon Your Honor.
I hope you love the book as much as I loved writing
it!
In closing, I will leave you with two excerpts from Upon Your Honor, the second book in the
Heiresses in Love Series. These teasers
contain quite a bit of detail.
Excerpt
1
“Do you want a tour of
the house before dinner? Maybe the grounds?”
She nodded. “That would
be lovely. Thank you.”
Adrienne gave her the
tour. The plantation home was in the Greek Revival style with a symmetrical
façade and narrow windows near the front door. There was a long central hall
running between the front and back exits on the lower floor. Each room was complete
with wide oriental rugs and lovely dark cherry furniture with blue velvet
padding.
She was shown the
dining room. A long dining table, complete with sixteen chairs, lay in the
middle of the space. A harp-shaped fan hung from the ceiling, clearly for warmer
evenings. The parlor had a fireplace and a pianoforte on either side of the
comfortable settee and chairs. While in the kitchen, she and Adrienne were
greeted by the cook, Amelie. Gabriel’s sister assured Chloe that they did not
always eat at the long dining table for all of their meals, and had breakfast
or luncheon in either their rooms or in the parlor. On such an occasion, a
buffet table would be set out so they could serve themselves.
The second floor had a
long hallway, as well, and many bedrooms. She imagined most of the bedrooms
were decorated as elegantly as hers. Each bedroom let out onto the extensive
gallery, which overlooked the estate grounds.
The house was so beautiful Chloe could not imagine
how it had been growing up.
Excerpt
2
Hours later, Chloe was
dressed in the dark blue costume. The velvet was soft like mink against her
skin. She looked in the mirror in her bedroom and could not tear her gaze away.
The sleeves were narrow and the neckline was cut low to tease onlookers with
the tops of her breasts. The only thing that made it acceptable was the extra
white lace fabric adorning the neckline. The rest of the gown flowed out
beautifully and was adorned with nothing but the rich blue fabric. Gabriel’s
mother had also lent her a necklace with a pretty substantial sapphire pendant
in the shape of a heart.
The whole costume was
perfect, far from what she was accustomed to. Even when she’d lived with her
father, she had hardly ever attended balls. There simply wasn’t the occasion
for one. Her neighbors were content to go to the theater or to hold simple
afternoon teas. Parties were very rare. In truth, she imagined her father had
been too busy to take her to any.
With a shrug, Chloe
pushed her feet into some matching blue slippers. She checked the mirror again.
A maid had drawn her hair up into a bun, then several long curls hung here and
there down her neckline as well as around her face. Francoise, who was also Tante
Lina’s personal maid, urged her to wear some cosmetics, but Chloe had declined.
The most she had ever
done was pinch her cheeks or firm her lips together to create the same affect.
Back home, Veronica had started her on a natural cream regimen at night as soon
as she had become of age. Perhaps Chloe’s attempts did not last, but given how
deadly some of the current trends were, it was preferable. Besides, she had
seen some of the stage makeup on the opera singers and it was hideous. Chloe
gave a satisfied nod at her reflection, then she grasped her white shawl to
guard against the cool of the night, and left the room.
As promised, Adrienne
wore a green gown. Gabriel’s mother wore a lavender one. And despite her age, Tante
Lina was still resplendent in a silk mauve-colored gown.
Gabriel appeared in a
black suit, dressed perfectly for the occasion. When he saw her, his eyes
widened. He crossed the room and took her hands. In front of everyone, he
leaned forward and kissed both her cheeks. “You are so lovely, ma chére,”
he whispered.
She murmured a thank
you, but she could not dismiss the fluttering of her heart or the heat in his
gaze. Why was she always undone in his presence? Love was making a fool of her,
and she was helpless to stop it. If only she had left the ship sooner. If only
she had given Gabriel that letter. She would not love him so much, and she
would not feel so torn. But, that was a lie, wasn’t it? She had loved him even
then. Chloe wasn’t sure when it had begun. Had she loved him from the moment
she’d stumbled across him in her attempt to stow away?
“I thought you would wear
the other gown,” Gabriel said, drawing her attention to his words.
“So did I.”
“Where did you get
this?” he asked pleasantly.
“It’s your
grandmother’s, an heirloom really. Your mother insisted I wear it. I could
hardly say no.”
He looked surprised for
a moment, then smiled. “I’m glad. You look ravishing.”
“Come along, mes
poulettes,” Gabriel’s mother announced, and Chloe was saved from making a
response. Not that she could have formed one.
It was nine o’clock in
the evening, and they left the house as a group. They took two carriages; Fara,
Tante Lina, and Adrienne in one while Gabriel and Chloe got in the
other.
The ride to the
Fournier’s was both silent and agreeable. Nostalgically, she was reminded of
the carriage ride they’d taken to get to New Orleans, the nasty spill along the
journey and the moments she’d spent with Gabriel at the inn in Claiborne. Did
he ever think of it as she did? Did it mean much more to him than a simple
night of pleasure? She hoped so, but she couldn’t be sure.
It had been a week
since she’d arrived at his parents’ house, and she had not gone to Nana’s. She
knew she would have to. It was inevitable. But, perhaps she could delay it for
just a bit longer, put off the separation that must occur. For she knew she had
to move on. She knew she was not worthy of this lovely family that had accepted
her.
Gabriel cleared his
throat and she glanced at him as he sat across from her. “About what happened
in Claiborne…”
“Yes?”
He frowned. “I feel I
must have taken advantage of you.”
It was certainly kind
of him to say so, but she could not bear for him to alter what had truly
occurred, at least, not in her mind. “No, you did not.”
“You cannot realize—”
“I’m not naïve,
Gabriel. I knew exactly what I was doing. You do not have to feel responsible
for it.”
“You were a virgin,” he
said quietly.
“So I was. Does that
matter?”
“It does to me.”
“Why?”
“I took what was meant
for your future husband. I had no right.”
She shook her head.
“You were the only one I wanted.”
He smiled slowly and
looked as if he would reply but they reached their destination. There was no
chance to discuss it further. They were quickly swept into the pandemonium that
was the ball.
The Fournier house was
made of dark red brick with large white columns placed in front. It had galleries
sweeping across the front, like the Bellamont Plantation, and the galleries
were buffeted by cast-iron railings. Draped around the house was foliage of all
kinds and a high brick wall, which she imagined encased a garden.
Once inside, the family
was announced, and then they made their way down a wide staircase into a large
ballroom. The room was covered in gold damask wallpaper with matching gold
curtains. Tables were scattered here and there, but the focus was the dance
floor, where couples spun even now. Buffet tables laden with rich reserves of
food were laid out towards the sides. The family found a table and sat. Gabriel
excused himself and returned with plates laden with delights. There was a wide
variety of fish, game, vegetables and rice. Chloe particularly enjoyed the
shrimp and oysters. For dessert, there were fresh pineapple, brandied fruits,
almonds, raisins and an assortment of cheeses.
Soon everyone was too
stuffed to eat any more. A servant cleared the plates away, and Chloe watched as
Fara and Tante Lina abandoned the table to join a group of other women, perhaps
friends. Gabriel escaped as well. He clearly knew many gentlemen in the room as
they stopped to shake hands and speak with him. One man buffeted him on the
shoulder, grinning. It was clear they knew one another very well. “Who is
that?” she wondered aloud.
Adrienne glanced over,
then shrugged. “That is Alexandre. He has been Gabriel’s bon ami since
childhood.”
“I see.” Her attention
wandered a bit, and she listened to the lively music play in the room. Chloe
sat pleasantly beside Gabriel’s sister as the dancers spun around the room.
Adrienne tapped a finger on her provided dance card in an agitated manner.
Chloe put a hand over her companion’s. “What ails you, dear?”
“Have you seen this
card? There are fifteen dances on here, and he has taken all but five,” she
replied.
Chloe hid her smile behind her other hand. She had
been lucky enough to see Adrienne’s gentleman greet her when they first came
into the house, and the girl was not as removed as she pretended to be.
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Bestselling author of UPON YOUR RETURN and 18 other books. 2014 BTS Red Carpet Review Nominee. Finalist and Runner-up in the MARSocial's Author of the Year Competition. Honorable mention in the January 2014 Reader's Choice Award. Liebster Blogger Award for 2013 and 2014. Top 50 Authors on AuthorsDB.com. Winner of the Great One Liners Contest on the Directory of Published Authors.
Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and three cats. She has been writing for over twenty years. She has more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Marie has published nineteen books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry. Lavender just released Magick & Moonlight, a paranormal romance, in March. Upon Your Honor, released in late April, is her second historical romance. Feel free to visit her website at http://marielavender.webs.com/ for further information about her books and her life. Marie is also on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and LinkedIn.
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