I am very bad at this, (not that I aspire to be a writer) and it is admittedly hard because it's easy to bore the reader with landscape. In real life, when we are set upon it, it hits us in an instant: the smell in the air, the rustle of trees, the golden light's invisible warm envelope, salt of the waves = all of it, assaulting our senses in a millisecond. Emotion crashes over us first even as the reeling brain grapples to take it in. However, in print we are invited into it, more often than not, via one sense at a time. It is the brain leading the heart hence the tedium.
I am very bad at this, (not that I aspire to be a writer) and it is admittedly hard because it's easy to bore the reader with landscape. In real life, when we are set upon it, it hits us in an instant: the smell in the air, the rustle of trees, the golden light's invisible warm envelope, salt of the waves = all of it, assaulting our senses in a millisecond. Emotion crashes over us first even as the reeling brain grapples to take it in. However, in print we are invited into it, more often than not, via one sense at a time. It is the brain leading the heart hence the tedium.
ReplyDeleteAs a reader, I tend to skip on the scenery as well!
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