Patricia Yager Delagrange is here today as part of her blog tour for her new emotion-filled book, Moon Over Alcatraz. Patricia is talking about channeling emotion into your characters. Feel free to ask questions.
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Patricia Yager Delagrange:
Writing emotion into your stories
When
I decided to write Moon Over Alcatraz I knew I’d have to dig really deep to be
able to pull off the emotions Brandy would have been feeling after losing her
baby. My goal as a writer has always
been to make the reader “feel” something while reading my novel - whether it’s
laughter or happiness or sadness. I
think the worst thing would be to have someone read my book and feel
nothing. I want the reader to know my
characters enough so that when something goes wrong, they’re rooting for that
character to make it through the hard times.
But
I was taking a subject - the death of a child at birth, which I hadn’t
personally experienced. But I am a
mom. I know what it’s like to love my
children unconditionally, to feel so strongly about their lives that I would
die for them if ever the chance came that there was a choice between them or
me. And I’d never felt that way about
any human being until I became a mom.
So, I
channelled those feelings toward Brandy and elicited them through her when she
lost her baby at birth. A big part of
doing this, for me, is that I write as if I’m seeing it before me on a
television screen. What the characters
are living through I’m watching in front of me and writing down what’s
happening to them in their environment, as well as the thoughts and dialogue
they’re experiencing in that environment.I love dialogue. When I wrote my first book it was almost totally mental meanderings of the character in first person point-of-view with very little dialogue. But that was “telling”. And we, as authors, are supposed to “show” the reader what’s going on and let the reader know what the characters are feeling by showing them through “action”. So, I began to write dialogue to show what was going on “inside” the character.
If she was
sad I didn’t write, “Brandy was sad”.
That’s boring. I would write that
she couldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep, she was losing weight because all she
could think of was she’d lost her child and blamed herself for it. When reading that, the reader knew Brandy was
obviously suffering from depression. I
had to give the reader credit for being able to figure out Brandy was sad by
her actions, by what she did and didn’t do.
I didn’t have to “tell” the reader she was bummed out. They would already have figured that out IF I
had done my job well and written it to show the reader what Brandy was feeling
through her actions.
I
try to put myself in the shoes of each character. I will sit at my computer and feel what they
must be feeling, move my face and eyes and mouth to know what to write when the
characters are speaking. I will stop and
see them in front of me, in my mind’s eye, then write down their physical
appearance and gestures. Maybe this
comes from my love of film. My favorite
thing to do is watch movies and perhaps that has helped me in my writing. Maybe that’s why many books are turned into
films because when I’m reading a good book, I see it in my mind as a movie
anyway. But that’s just me.
Following
the death of their baby during a difficult birth, Brandy and Weston Chambers
are grief-stricken and withdraw from each other, both seeking solace outside of
their marriage; however, they vow to work through their painful
disloyalty. But when the man Brandy
slept with moves back to their hometown, three lives are forever changed by his
return..
EXCERPT
Three days later we were
standing at the edge of a hole in the ground at Holy Sepulcher Cemetery in
Hayward, the silence so thick, the insides of my ears buzzed like a distant
swarm of angry bees. Mr. Peralta and another
gentleman stood off to the side while Weston and I held hands next to a tiny
casket.
Weston had chosen a simple
mahogany box with gold handles, a bouquet of white lilies graced the top of the
small box. I knelt down and laid a kiss
on the smooth wood then wiped off the tears that had fallen on top. Weston joined me, placing a single red rose
in the middle of the lilies.
He helped me up and we
stood side-by-side in silence, my guilt over her death like a stone in my empty
belly. I missed everything I’d dreamed
would be happening right now, yearned for all that could have been.
Weston nodded at the man
standing next to Mr. Peralta and our baby was slowly lowered into the gaping
maw. She reached the bottom, and a bird
landed on the rich brown dirt piled next to the grave. It pecked around, chirping a little song then
flew off - as if saying goodbye. My
heart squeezed inside my chest.
I picked up a small
handful of soft dirt. “Goodbye,
Christine,” I whispered, throwing it on top of her casket.
Weston wrapped his arm around
my waist and pulled me in close to his side.
Why her? Why my baby? Was this supposed to make sense? And, if so, to whom?
We drove home in
silence. No words existed to express my
grief.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born and raised in the
San Francisco Bay Area, I attended St. Mary’s College, studied my junior year
at the University of Madrid, received my B.A. in Spanish at UC Santa Barbara
then went on to get my Master’s degree in Education at Oregon State University. I live with my husband and two teenage
children in Alameda, across the bay from San Francisco, along with our two very
large chocolate labs, Annabella and her son Jack.
My horse lives in the
Oakland hills in a stall with a million dollar view.



















16 comments:
I understand what you mean about seeing the book as a movie in her head as you are reading. I play out stories as I read. I visualise them.
marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com
Thank you for hosting Patricia today!
I agree that the best way, for me anyway, to approach creating characters, is to try and see them with my mind's eye, to visualize exactly what they are doing, what they are wearing, how long their hair is, what their voice sounds like, etc etc. Then their actions and therefore the plot starts to emerge from those imaginings.
I'm not a mother, but I think that this novel would be painful to read. Such a tragedy can rip apart even the most loving couple.
catherinelee100 at gmail dot com
Marybelle and Edith - hi! I guess that's why novels are made into movies, eh? There are many of us who read books that way, I guess, and yet, for me, the books are always better.
Pati
Hi Catherine! Yes, the book begins on a sad note, but it doesn't end that way, in case you were wondering.
Patti
Hi, Patti: I am a mother and have lost a child. Getting into the character's head and imagining her thoughts and actions would convey those emotions.
Of course, everyone reacts differently because we're people.
It's good to know you took "show, don't tell" to heart...it's not always easy to do! Congratulations on the release...
vitajex(at)aol(dot)com
Oh, Vicki, I had no idea. I'm sorry for your loss and have no words to express my sympathy.
Patti
Hello Anonymous! It took a lot of work to be able to learn to "show" and not "tell", but well worth it for my writing and the reader.
Patti
I have a daughter who can not visualize anything in her head. She doesn't like to read for that reason. However, she loves movies, so it is a good thing they make books into movies for people like her.
Hey Mom Jane! You say your daughter cannot visualize anything in her head but she likes movies. Wow. What about reading to her? Is it the same result?
Patti
Your excerpt brought tears to my eyes.
Janice~
Janice,
When I have been asked in interviews what I hope to accomplish in my writing, it's always been my dream to make the reader "feel" an emotion. So, your comment means a lot to me.
Patti
Thank you, Gale, for hosting me and my book on your site today.
Patricia Yager Delagrange
Great post and excerpt. Emotion is vital for strong stories and the primary reason why I read & write romance. I'm a mom and a grandma. My granddaughter Lexi would've turned 6 this coming Friday. We lost her when she was not quite 5 1/2 months old.
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