Changes for New Year?

I’ve been changing a lot of things, whether it has been a new year’s resolution or not. I was asked today if I made a resolution, and this year, not so much. I had the flu for Christmas, so it’s been fun recovering from that. This week is the first I’ve really thought about it, because I’m finally feeling better and not so far behind on all the work that needs to be done.

My full-time job took a lot of adjustments, and I’m getting used to the fourth position and the fourth timespan of the past year. Luckily I like the one I’m on. I think I might have this spot for a while. It’s gotten in the way of my daily writing habit, and I’ve been giving myself grace to get used to it, and working to write some short stories and not pressure myself into novels at the moment.

I did try a novel in October/November. But it didn’t catch this time. Maybe next time. Next time might happen in the next couple months. I might also be finding a new house, so don’t hold your breath. I’m not. Taking the yoga advice- breathe.

Last fall also marked my yoga teaching for 20 years. Feels like a long time, but maybe that’s just because I have taken yoga through many changes in my life. It’s been with me through 4 houses in 4 cities/towns. So if you see me adjusting more to finding what works in life, it’s because I threw myself a huge turn-everything-upside-down party and I’m still finding which way is up.

I’m still lucky though. I’ve never felt compelled to keep doing something just because that’s the way it’s always been done. I still prefer to share joy but I’m not afraid of awkward or difficult conversations. May you be so lucky in your life, too.

With the Nose

One of my weaknesses, writing-wise, is food. I know it seems like such an odd thing, because it isn’t like I forget to eat regularly. Actually, maybe that would help…

No, seriously, I won’t starve myself. I know one of my handicaps as a person is that I cannot smell many of the things that other people take for granted. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I called my friend to remark about how I could finally smell the laundry aisle at the store, because it was the first time I could remember having that sensation. At first she remarked, duh, but then we talked about how I was in the sixth or seventh month of pregnancy, and that it took that much to get me to smell those scents. My nose is more sensitive to certain kinds of aromas, and others I miss completely.

Unfortunately, I can smell diapers. I could smell the mulch outside my daughter’s preschool this week. But I can only vaguely remember what the flowers smelled like during my pregnancy. I’ve never smelled most of them on my own, but not for lack of trying. My husband (before we were married) would bring me flowers. I would bury my nose in them and inhale deeply. It isn’t because I can smell the roses – I literally can’t – but it is one of those automatic gestures I do when I receive flowers.

When I started editing Don’t Tell Your Mother, I have several places where the characters have food or it is cooking. My critique partners underlined them, asking what they were eating, what they smelled at that point, or something else along those lines. Sometimes, I just can’t even imagine what I’m supposed to put in there. Even when I can describe the actual food, whether there are cherries in the dessert or rosemary in the pot roast, I don’t always know if those things give off enough of a smell for most people to identify them.

[Yes, I’m still editing Don’t Tell Your Mother. I’m still struggling over some of these food descriptions.]

I started asking other writers about food in stories. A few of them find it brings out their experience to have these things described. To bring them into focus even though the food itself is not dragging the plot forward, in most cases.

The other problem with that novel is that it takes place on a farm, where the smells are different than they are in the city. Livestock is kept on the farm, and there are certain smells that I’m sure I haven’t delved into the descriptions nearly enough for people who have never visited one. Thinking of that makes me want to print off another copy and highlight all the places where I might have missed some smells or other sensory perception that would aid in creating my setting.

What is it you look for in a scene where food is present? Scent is supposed to be linked strongly with memory, so do you find it more interesting when there are smells, tastes, and textures along with the sights and sounds? It’s definitely part of the “show, don’t tell” advice to bring in all the senses to bear when using description. Or does all of that just get in the way of the narrative when you’re reading?