I recently posted on the challenges of using smell in one’s writing. Christine Plouvier, author of the Irish Firebrands, left a comment citing a number of posts on her blog with examples of her doing so in her own work. Intrigued as I was, I did check out those posts and was impressed by them. So much so, that I decided to share them with you here, albeit edited by me for brevity. Consider this post a companion one to my Emotional Beats posts, then.
- On the hearth, there burnt a small fire that smelt of apple wood.
- He ground out words as stale as the indoor air.
- The very smell of his unfinished pint was so bitter it made him faint with nausea before he could put it to his lips.
- He lost himself in the scent of her hair, the warmth…
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