Sometimes the most effective way of conveying a character’s feelings is to project them onto other people, animals, objects or spaces. Here is an exercise I find effective in developing this skill.
In a single paragraph describe a room from the point of view (POV) of a character who has just learned that his/her mother has died . . .
Mr. Pyotr was his name, a man who was 70 when I was still just encountering the world. His face had as many wrinkles as an elephant, each wrinkle unfolded like a book for each wrinkle told a day in his life . . .
I like elephants. Or I should say I love elephants.
I like that they chew their food slowly the way my little brother does.
I like the way they lumber, not lope.
I like the simplicity of their thick bodies . . .
Tell us about yourself.
I’m a Pakistani-Canadian(-ish) Muslim(-ish) guy(-ish) human who has had the pleasure of being on this Earth for 26 years thus far. I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to occupy many different roles in both my personal and professional lives in a handful of different places around the world . . .
(Ensemble #1 as CN Tower and Ensemble #3 as Moon)
Hey there, hurry up. You’re gonna miss the show!
Moon slowly travels across the night sky in a very sophisticated, ballet-posing sort of movement.)
I can’t tell you . . .
Growing up in the suburbs
my earliest memory was taking the transit
I remember begging my parents
for a window seat
on the bus,
a small hand
against the dirt-ridden pane
catching my fading reflection
being blinded by the sun
I remember the elevator up
the C.N . . .