And it’s okay, I understand, because when I was a child I had a child, and I was alone with that child in a hot car, except it wasn’t a car it was a basement, and it wasn’t hot, it was cold, and I wasn’t alone with the baby, because they sent men down to us and told me to make them happy, one after the other after the other, except they weren’t happy, they were miserable, and except I wasn’t a dog, because if I was a dog, somebody, on glimpsing my frightened eyes, might have tried to save me.
The Power of Imagery with Nina Schuyler
September 12 & 13 on Zoom
Enrollment closes Thursday, September 3 at 7:00 PM Pacific
If your descriptions are vivid but your stories still feel thin, this workshop is for you.
Join award-winning author Nina Schuyler to learn the difference between description, which tells a reader what things look like, and imagery, which carries plot, character, and meaning at the same time.
In just two days, you'll learn to choose images that hold emotion without naming it, pair them so each one deepens the other, and build patterns that gather meaning as the story moves.
Powerful. Wow. So good.
If that is a true story, I am so sorry and if not, very sad story. I like how you use the dog in the hot car and then move to the child in the cold room, a clever way of bringing the trauma in. Well done.
Powerful and so timely.
So well written. Heartbreakingly real.
Wow. So moving and well written. Very powerful.