Describe the Days of the Week as People Tag

By my order, this week is decreed The Week of Blog Tags, in which I shall gift you with a blog tag each day (in an attempt to finish all the ones I have been tagged for). Therefore, I shall not tag anyone, else there be a multitude of tags. If you wish to be tagged, you are! Thus ends the decree.


Kellyn Roth from Reveries tagged me for this ages ago (thanks, Kell!), and I’ve finally gotten around it! To simplify things, I’m going to make all of them girls (because that’s easier for me haha) and I’m kind of describing them how I see them in my mind, and not as people, because I have this weird pictures in my head of them. Anyhow, enjoy!


The Rules:

Thank the person who tagged you.
Describe each day of the week as if it was a person.
Tag as many people as you like.
Have fun!


Monday

She is still and quiet, the perfect example of “seen but not heard”. Her dark eyes stare through the black and white photograph, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her thoughts are kept hidden behind a perfect poker face, and no one sees her tears.

Tuesday

She skips along the beach, collecting seashells and splashing through the water in a turquoise swimsuit. Her short blond hair is curled and bounces as she runs, looking for her next new adventure, giggling and laughing all the way.

Wednesday

She is a dreamy girl, with two chestnut braids falling across her back. She walks through a field in her frock and bonnet, staring at everything around her–from the bright sun above to the tiny purple flowers that grow among the grass. She imagines up a whole new world while she walks, and a soft smile plays across her lips.

Thursday

She is older than the others, a young woman with dark eyes that hold so much knowledge. She is found studying a book, midnight colored hair falling over her face as she lays her chin in her hand. Though the world moves on around her, she stays in that moment, wrapped up in the words that tell the story of life.

Friday

She is always making new friends and waving to people in the school hallways. She may not dress in popular fashion, preferring a T-shirt and blue jeans, hair pulled back in a ponytail, but you’ll never see a prettier smile. The sun rises when she enters a room and when she leaves, others wish to following, like flowers following the sun’s path.

Saturday

She wishes she could be someone she isn’t, and spends her time acting in plays and musicals. When she is another character it seems like the only time she can escape from her life. It makes her forget the pain, lets her pretend it never happened.

Sunday

She is a quiet little girl, with fingers soft as flower petals. She can’t resist helping a fallen baby bird or begging her mother to buy one of the kittens the neighbor is selling. Whenever there is someone who needs help, she’ll be there to do her best, even when that isn’t quite enough.


Remember, since this is the Week of Blog Tags, if you want to be tagged, you are! (Or if you don’t want to be tagged, you’re not. Do as you wish*rolls down a giant hill*)

 

The Essential Details

I’m in a three part women’s choir at school, though we do split into more parts occasionally. Out of the three parts (1st Soprano, 2nd Soprano, and Alto), I was assigned to be a 2nd Soprano, which means that I sing the note right in the middle of everyone else.

Sure, everyone says 2nd Sopranos are essential, but I was kind of annoyed that I didn’t get to be a 1st. I mean, the melody–usually sung by the 1st Sopranos–is the most important thing in a piece. Plus, singing 2nd Soprano is a lot harder than the other parts, since the outside parts are easier to hear.

But look at this. Here is an example of a basic melody with three part harmony.

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Here’s what it would look like if the 2nd Sopranos suddenly disappeared.

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Since WordPress doesn’t allow me to upload recordings, I know you can’t actually hear it, but you can at least see the empty space that it leaves. And if you listened to both, you could hear that empty space in the second example. It does sound kind of interesting, but it just doesn’t have the full, rich tone the first example does.

You know what? 1st Sopranos really are the most important. Without the melody, all you have are a bunch of random notes strung together…that, or you have a totally different melody than you wanted in the first place. The Altos are important too, covering the bottom of the chord. And the 2nds? Well, they’re pretty important too.

You all know the three most important pieces of a novel: plot, characters, and setting. So, I’ll assign plot to the 1st Soprano part, because that seems to be the most important, and characters can go to the Altos. That leaves the 2nd Sopranos with setting, but I think I’m going to change it a little bit and have it be details instead.

Details are just as essential as 2nd Sopranos are–that is to say, not essential to have a choral song, but essential to have a good one. Without any details, your story happens in a white room with faceless characters and a plot that really doesn’t make sense. Without enough details, your story happens in a vaguely beige colored room with a decent plot and some randomly-featured characters.

With the right amount of details, your setting becomes vibrant, your plot developed, and your characters realistic as well as relatable. In short, your story becomes alive.

Let’s look at some examples.

He stood there, gun in hand, pointing toward Vane, and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

“No.” My heart felt cold. “You…you betrayed us.”

He glanced over at me, toying with the gun, a smile creeping onto his face. “Of course I did.”

Yep, that looks pretty much like my regular writing. It’s not necessarily “bad”, but it could definitely be better.

The flickering lights played along his face, shadowing each indent darker and colder, drawing my eyes to that ragged scar on his cheek before they fell to the gun in his hand. A pistol, small and black, pointed toward Vane’s exposed back. His finger twitched toward the trigger.

No…

My heart was numb–numb and heavy, holding me where I stood. “No.” My voice came out no more than a whisper, a weak struggling against the tiny, powerful bullet he could release from its cylindrical prison at any moment. “You…you betrayed us.”

He barely looked at me, his eyes flicking over my face before returning to Vane. As he twisted the pistol between his fingers, a deadly smile crept up his face. “Of course I did.”

It’s not perfect, of course, but obviously much better. It’s the same scene, the same melody, but it now has details added in. They give the reader a sense of what’s going on, who the characters are, and an engagement with both the characters and the plot that they wouldn’t have had before.

Even though I don’t describe exactly where they are, adding the details I did allows the reader a chance to imagine the setting that they didn’t have before. The details give the mood, and from the mood grows the reader’s imagination.

Writing with details is hard. Especially for someone like me, who doesn’t write with enough details very often. To write like I did in the second paragraph, I had to mentally focus on writing the details the whole time. It took a lot more time and a lot more effort to write that way.

But, honestly, it was a lot more fun to write that way, and I think it is a lot more fun to read too. The details are what bring something to life, instead of leaving it empty and boring.

Yes, details are essential. And so are 2nd Sopranos.