Writing the Dancing Dream
Guest Post by Emma Michaels
The dancing dream was actually a scene I did not plan. I normally write out a general plot line so that I don’t forget where I am going with a story because I have the memory span of a goldfish if I don’t make notes but with this scene I was as swept off my feet as Iris was. I was sitting down to write and knew the next scene but as soon as I started I realized, I was breaking away from my previous plans. I am not saying I don’t do this often to the point where have to rewriter entire plot maps (often) but it was unusual because it didn’t stray, it simply added to my original thoughts. As though the scene had been missing and decided to present itself at the perfect moment.
Outside of my writing I have a tendency to be unromantic (I am told) which luckily my fiancé makes up for by being very romantic and sentimental. So as I wrote this scene it surprised us both. I don’t think either of us really thought I had it in me to write something so deeply romantically personal to the character. Normally I try to stick with a very naturally kind of romance. I am not a fan of people being swept off their feet or insta-love matches but the scene came out very naturally and suddenly, Iris was dreaming about the boy she had met and knew so little about. It wasn’t about kissing, it wasn’t about sexual desires, it was about a connection she didn’t know she could have and somehow had managed to find.
Writing the scene was like writing a song. I know many authors set word goals for themselves but I tend not to because I will either fall short or far exceed on varying days depending on my inspiration. In the case of the dancing dream it all came out at once, the majority of that chapter was written within moments of that inspiration and I have to say, it is probably one of the scenes I am the most proud of. I proved to myself that I was capable of more than I had thought and was able to adhere to my dislike for insta-love and the swept off her feet romance and stick with something deeper, something richer.
I hope that you like the scene I created!
Somewhere between falling and flying… there is a girl.
Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul. After an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As the façade her father has built starts to crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.
As Iris stood in the open doorway she felt every emotion from amazement to awe to confusion. The feather necklace—an object that had been in her father’s possession all along—had actually opened the door of her dreams. Iris turned the feather key and the door unlocked. She closed her eyes and used the new door handle. “Finally. Thank you...thank you.”
Warm air rushed out at her. There was no magical moment; no flash of light or a sudden epiphany like she had always imagined there would be, but Iris did feel a change occur inside her soul. She hadn’t been able to believe it was real but now, with it all in front of her eyes—with the door open and her standing in the hallway, Iris could feel it changing her, making her see a future that she had never even let herself hope for.
The first thing she noticed while feeling the walls next to her and tracing her fingers over their textured surface, was the window seat across the room. Large bay windows had seating below them that looked almost like short bookshelves with thick red pads on top. She closed the door, leaving it unlocked for Diana, and decided to start there. Only the shelves didn’t seem to have any books on them other than a tattered copy of The Secret Garden and a few scattered atlases. She started to walk away from them and then noticed a hallway to her left.
Follow your heart.
When she walked towards it, Iris realized that the lights in the house weren’t on. The large windows had managed to illuminate the living room just enough so that she hadn’t noticed. But as she moved forward, Iris could just make out the staircase waiting for her arrival.
Hurry! Go! Run up them. He is here.
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Emma Michaels' Bio:
As the founder of The Writers Voice blog (http://OurBooksOurVoice.Blogspot.com) she loves to connect authors and readers. As a book blogger turned author, she was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, until she moved at eighteen to Washington State. Suddenly, the world was a new place filled with tall green trees that reached further for the sky with every moment, making her want to do the same. Ever since, she has tried to make her life something new and different from what it was before, pursuing her future career, setting high goals and reaching for them. With the support of her fiancé, Chihuahua, and her amazing blog followers and fellow bloggers, she wants to prove to the world that anything is possible and help inspire fellow literary lovers to reach for their dreams.
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