Fragrant Writing

I had Pop-Tarts for breakfast today. Yes, it's pathetic that I'm eating Pop-Tarts at forty-two years of age, but I like them. So I paced around the kitchen, waiting for the toaster-oven timer to sound its sickly ping! As the timer ch-ch-ch-ch'd the seconds away, my clogs with the hard rubber soles clopped across the laminate floor, tocking and clocking each of the five steps between the counter and the refrigerator and back again. I could hear these sounds and describe them and find words for them easily. If I had to write those sounds, I think I could. I just did, right?

I can easily write about the appearance of the kitchen, the shiny stainless steel toaster-oven, the brown laminate floor, and more. I could easily describe the cool ridges of the refrigerator door or the smooth slick feel of the cold counter with a tacky ring of dried-up coffee.

But as I stepped closer to the toaster oven, I smelled the oh-so-fragrant smell of those Pop-Tarts cooking. Pop-Tarts have a unique scent as they heat up--light, slightly spicy, and sweet. Wait, can an odor be sweet? Am I doing my Pop-Tarts justice with such a common, mundane word like sweet?

What's the difference between an odor and a scent? A scent and a fragrance?
According to Merriam and Webster, an odor is a quality of something that stimulates the olfactory organ (i.e., the nose). A scent is effluvia from a substance that affect the sense of smell. Er, okay... effluvia? An invisible emanation--basically, a by-product in the form of a smell. (Think 'skunk'.) A scent is also a characteristic or particular odor, especially one that is agreeable. Ah, now we're getting a little bit more decisive. Scents are pleasant, and odors are, possibly unpleasant. But a skunk's scent is usually quite unpleasant, so there goes that theory.

Let's look at fragrance: a sweet or delicate odor. Ah, so, yes! An odor can be sweet. Or delicate. But what does that really tell you about my Pop-Tarts? Does "sweet" really describe their fresh-baked goodness? Does "sweet" capture the effluvia of the frosting melting under the radiant heating element? How do you describe an odor and really capture its essence?

One of my writer-friends wrote a story which I recently had the pleasure of critiquing. It's about a girl who has a magical way with horses. As you can imagine, there's lots of barn action happening in the story. My friend has a magical way of bringing us to that barn using sights, sounds, sensations, and yes, smells. (Thankfully, she didn't give us a taste of the barn.) She had fabulous descriptions of the most minute details, and smells. Lots and lots of glorious smells. A foul, musky odor of a grizzly bear... the barn's usual sweet grassy scent of clean hay... Those fragrances carry us right to that barn, right into that story.

I'm the first to admit: I'm hard of smelling. That's probably why I have a hard time writing with scents. My writing doesn't stink, and that's a problem. It doesn't smell of roses, either. It doesn't smell at all! I can't capture the core of my Pop-Tarts, their luscious, blueberry goo steaming out of the crumbly crusts. My nose just doesn't know enough to find the words. My nose needs to study up--maybe that will help my writing. Okay, in addition to sweet, what other words can I find to describe my breakfast?

In my quest for scent-sational words (ooh, that was bad--sorry), I came upon a great article from Cognitive Daily about helping to identify scents by naming them. (Read the article here: http://scienceblogs.com/cognitivedaily/2009/01/naming_smells_can_help_you_ima.php .) It would be great if I could actually smell something. I looked all over the internet--someone please GIVE me the words to use! Let me pick from a list of all the scents available, and all the descriptors that accompany odors, fragrances, and scents. Instead, I find out: noooooooo, it can't be that easy. Smelling is a very subjective sense. Sure, I could pick from a stock list of scents, but I may not be representing the very best of my Pop-Tarts if I do that.

This is getting tougher and tougher. Maybe I should just resign myself to savoring the scent of my toaster pastries on my own and not bother sharing it with the world. But I love Pop-Tarts! Whenever I smell them, I'm reminded of so many Saturday mornings when my sister and I would get up before our parents, make our Pop-Tarts and watch cartoons. That smell transports me back in time, ever so briefly, to such a lovely spot. The scent triggers that memory... what if I could bring that scent to someone else, simply using words? Is it possible?

The article "A scent is not easily put into words," by Leffingwell & Associates (a company that is "dedicated to serving the Perfume, flavor, food and beverage community"), brought this whole in focus for me: "Although it seems to be a difficult task to remember a scent, the powers of imagination connected with the memory of a scent are immense." "It's by smell and taste alone," Marcel Proust writes, that we can recover "the vast structure of recollection." How true! Looking at a Pop-Tart doesn't take me back to my childhood, but smelling it sure does.When I think about it, Pop-Tarts aren't my only olfactory-related memory triggers. Honey suckle, pool chlorine, Pillsbury cinnamon rolls with orange glaze, stagnant creek water, wet dog... I could go on. These scents bring vivid images to my mind.

As writers, we use snippets of our memories to enhance our writing. We should pay attention to the memories that our noses bring to us. We should seek to associate smells, odors, fragrances and scents with words and images in our lives. Use your nose to sniff out meaningful memories. Take time to smell the chocolate-raspberry coffee that you smelled for the first time in a little gourmet food shop on South Street in Philadelphia. (Oh, that was me. I remember the incident clearly--the beginning of my love of coffee, and still my favorite flavored coffee.)

So, go! Inhale through your nose! Stimulate your olfactory receptors! Strengthen cranial nerve #1! Take a trip down memory fumes! And then smell the sweet smell of... better writing.

(You thought I was going to say Pop-Tarts, didn't you?)

-PLB

Creative Diversions

Never try to write while you're battling a stomach virus. Keep your muse as far away from the GI germs as you can. Writing while sick can be hazardous to your health. At least, that's what I learned today.

I've been tending sick kids for two days, doing some work from home while keeping an ear out for anyone scrambling for the bathroom. Today, after spending some not-so-high quality time in there myself, I decided to actually use some sick time and not try to push myself to do work work. I thought, oh wow! Some time to myself for a change. So instead of trying to work, I thought I would write instead, somehow convincing myself that this wasn't actually work since I'm not actually getting paid for it. (Yet.) And hey, nausea and stomach cramps aren't as bad as a migraine--I didn't even need to stay in bed.

I could not coax my muse out of the bathroom long enough to write a word. Even trying to read my last round of revisions made me want to throw up. (The writing isn't really that bad, but I'm writing about a girl who has cancer. Reading about her feeling sick was making me feel even worse.) But you have time, Patti! You should be writing! I repeated this phrase over and over as I watched the minute hand march around the face of the clock like a soldier. It didn't help. Guilt added to nausea makes the stomach feel one hundred percent worse.

Finally I resigned myself to piddling around and doing something which required no concentration, something I could easily pick up again when I had to stop to tend to a sick child or sick me. I thought I would just do a little work on my website while nibbling on saltines.

Well, my website proved to be a nice diversion for both me and my muse. It's now flash central! I had fun making little sparkly things come out of the pen and pictures glow when the cursor rolls over them. Cleaning up my website lead to cleaning up and revamping my blog site (hope you like it). It was a little challenging, time consuming, and it made me feel better (by keeping my mind off my nausea, no doubt).

I spent hours going through dozens of writing resource links that I've collected over the years, picking out which I wanted to include on my site. In the process, I stopped to read many articles and bookmark new resources that I found in my web wanderings. I think I spent an over an hour on Cynthia Leitich Smith's website, and I didn't even get to all of the pages! I wasn't writing, but at least I was doing something writing related.

You'll have to poke around my new website and check out the writing resources I found. I'm not done yet, but I've got a great start. I'm excited to have a website that can provide resources to young readers and writers (and not-so-young readers and writers, too). Despite the physical discomforts and the worries about my two sick kids, it was a relatively productive day. Who knows when I will have time to do this again? Hopefully not too soon... me and my muse have seen enough of that bathroom today.

I'm praying that my husband and my other two kids don't catch this GI bug. I need to get back to writing. And, we're running out of saltines.

-PLB

The View From a Bouncing Ball

Imagine sitting on top of a basketball as it bounces around a court. Up and down, up and down, and boing! A pass across the court to another player. Over the seven-foot-tall player's head and down and flying up toward the rim, hitting the edge, flying backwards to a bunch of hands reaching up and grabbing. Zoom, passed down the court toward the other basket.

This is how I feel reading a multi-POV story. I'm in the middle of The Amber Spyglass, which I am enjoying, but I feel a bit jostled. I don't particularly like popping in and out of Lyra's thoughts in the middle of her dreams, and usually leaving midsentence. (And midthought! I hate that!) I don't like that we drop in to view these characters that we've never even heard of before--we've never even heard of their species before!--and then we're expected to follow along, just as a basketball bounces.

I've been thinking about what bothers me about this and I've come to realize that it's not the bouncing around that bothers me so much in this book. It's not the new (and admittedly interesting) characters. What's bothering me about this book is Lyra. Or lack of Lyra to be precise.

Maybe I just need to keep reading. I did say that I'm only a third of the way through, right? So far there are many people--er, creatures--looking for Lyra, one who's hiding her, and a myriad of folk who want her dead. But Lyra was the focus of the first two stories, and I want more Lyra, darn it! I'm not that interested in the scientist who had appeared in all of two or three chapters in the last book. I like Will, but he doesn't even seem like the same old Will anymore. I want Lyra. I'm tired of bouncing. If I want bounce, I'll watch basketball.

I guess this is the risk you take when you write a series, or take on multiple POVs. (Or is that PsOV?) You risk losing your readers over one character or another. It does give me to think about with one of my works-in-progress. My ghost story does switch back and forth between my ghost and my MC. But I think I can avoid bouncing my readers. A neat but suspenseful little wrap up should do it. Let the time spent with each character be meaningful and move the plot along. And at the very least, I'll leave my readers with complete thoughts before I bounce away.

-PLB