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It's Summer! And with this vacation heavy season, this will be our last 'live' Sunday Musings until September. During the next few weekends we'll revisit some of our past Musings. Thank you for your continual support.
In the meantime, what do we have for you this week?
How does a writer convey the summer season to their readers without saying...it's summer?
How do you do this within genres, SF or Fantasy, where it may not be so obvious?
Let's get musing and have a grand and fun Summer vacation season.
CHRISTOPHER MANNINO, author
I don't think using the word "summer" is a bad thing, but it's just one adjective- I never use it as a noun. For example talking about a "summer rain falling, quenching the torrid heat." The key is to describe both the environment and how characters react to it. As a speculative fiction writer, you do have to go an extra distance making sure of exactly what the seasons are. In my current series I've kept the seasons generally akin to the seasons in the Northern Hemisphere, but they're a lot milder, unless you travel to certain regions. In other fantasy, seasons might have totally different meanings. The clearest example is probably the Song of Ice and Fire books by George RR Martin (and the Game of Thrones TV series based on them) where each "season" lasts for multiple years. He spends a lot of time explaining how that works, and it's a central concept to the novels overall.
ANNE STENHOUSE, author
It's the job of the writer to convey all sorts of things. Things like mood, appearance, time of day or time of day can be hinted at or alluded to without actually saying, 'It is summer.'
In my debut historical romance, Mariah's Marriage, Tobias calls at the house Mariah shares with her papa, Mr. Jerome Fox. They walk out into the communal gardens behind the house:
They stepped through and the greenery surrounded them. She heard the doors clip shut cutting off her aunt’s stridency and replacing it with the drone of bees and the distant barking of a chained dog.
Tobias walked ahead of her down the short brick path that led to a gate from Jerome’s property into the shared land in the square. He waited while she walked through and closed the gate behind them.
“You have no hat,” he said.
“The trees are in full leaf and will protect me from too much glare,” she answered.
As always, thanks for joining us and see you in September!
If you have a question or comment you’d like us to muse upon, do not hesitate to contact me Christine Steeves-Speakman at MuseChrisChat@gmail.com