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Show not Tell the modern #writers' lament #amwriting #writetips

Show not Tell the modern writers' lament ...

 I've noticed, particularly in romance with all its sub-genres, the requirement to show not tell has become a source of stress. Maybe I've just seen more posts and comments in social media from romance authors about this.

What's brought me to the point of writing a blog about the issue? In a recent manuscript I had two places where it was important to tell, shock horror, my editor wanted me to show not tell. I ignored her. It seemed to me that in 25K of words if I only had two places she could identify as telling then she could fuck off. In every story there will be some telling. It can't be all show. 

I recently read a few erotic romances that also helped force this blog post from me.
I read romance, mystery, detective stories, adventure stories, science-fiction, in fact, I read heaps, but only in all the romance genres do I see some of the most ridiculous ways the author has obviously devised to show not tell.

I can't say I blame them. I never write a bad review or denigrate their work in any way because, hell, I'm doing the same. Maybe I found it harder to show not tell in the beginning because a lot of my day job involves factual descriptive writing. The showing in this case is a picture of the item in the brochure or auction catalog.

Try to always show the action instead of using the word , was, and you simply can't. 

Try to dream up more than say ten ways of showing someone feels something without resorting to curly phrases. 

Here are some ways to show not tell and other things I've learned over the years.

I've developed a way of making things easier over the last few years of writing romance. I lead with action where I possibly can. I use an active voice. (describes a sentence where the subject performs the action stated by the verb.)  I use specific details and sensory images. It's helped me, but as a tactic to totally eliminate telling it hasn't worked. The reason ... you can't eliminate it, or the writing becomes so detailed, so long that readers can be turned off. I've seen it become boring, too. 

I mix the length of my sentences, some long some short. For loads of emphasis I will sometimes have a handful of short sentences together. 

From Rescuing Cade a mix of tactics,

She put out a hand to his upper arm.
“Don’t leave yet, Cade. You came here for a reason. Maybe I can help you discover why.”
Her hand on his arm burned right through his suit jacket and shirt, forcing goose bumps to raise all the way to his jaw. He glanced at her hand and shrugged it off, eager to rid himself of the strange effect, but he didn’t leave. He gazed at her. Could he tell another woman what Jayne had said? Maybe it will help. I won’t see Marissa again. I’ll never be back here.

“I came with a friend, a member of The Club, who thought the lifestyle might help me, to, well, to regain confidence …” Cade saw Marissa’s expression change. A flicker of amusement passed through her eyes. Cade’s heart sank.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing


I mix showing with telling. This is a story I'm writing after all. I also write in scenes. I use dialogue as a way of building a picture where appropriate.
My work is never in first person and I think that helps me show not tell.


The whole point of showing is to engage the reader in a picture of what's going on. Instead of telling them, make them feel it with sensory words and descriptors. Sentences that paint the picture of what a character is feeling interspersed with a little scene descriptor and a sentence or two of telling, makes the story flow. Dialogue between the characters helps, too.

Here is a passage from The Summer Heat that mixes all the tips above to give what I hope is an interesting, engaging picture of the two heroes.


Evan narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “Not seeing Annabel tonight then? Look, don’t stop seeing her for me. Don’t think you have to keep poor, lonely, Evan company like I’m some lame duck.”

Nate winced. “That’s not it. You’re still my best friend. You think you’re in love with her don’t you? Maybe you are. Ask her out, check out your feelings.”

Evan snorted. “Will you stop? Maybe this, maybe that. I’m not happy about the way I feel. It’s a fucking shock if you must know.”

Nate pushed his coffee cup to one side and leaned close to Evan. “Don’t screw up our friendship. She likes you. We’ve said she gave us both come on signals. Test it out. Don’t storm off from where you live to a houseboat on the river.” He cast around for the right words as he compared the usually happy, even-tempered way Evan met life with his outburst. “This isn’t like you. Hell, Evan, frankly I’m … distraught.”

Evan silently stared into Nate’s eyes, until Nate looked away.

He traced a wrinkle in the blue checked tablecloth with his finger. “Evan, I’m just saying. I love her, but I could stand to see you with her, too. You’ve noticed she’s attracted to you. We could both see her. It happens.”

Evan stood abruptly, gave Nate a look of incredulity, and then stormed off along the seafront toward his boat sheds. His coffee cup rattled on the saucer as the table shook from the force of his departure.

Nate took a deep breath. Well, that went just fucking great. About to return to his office, he froze when Evan strode back and dragged the chair to the table from the yard or so away he’d tossed it on leaving.

“Let me get this straight. You’re saying you wouldn’t mind if I asked Annabel out … that we could both see her. Assuming she wants that. You do know I’d make love to her? We’d share her? I don’t know how I feel about that … yet, but we could try it. Once it started though, I couldn’t go back to not seeing her. Just sayin’.” Evan frowned and ran his hands through his hair.

Nate nodded. “I wouldn’t mind …if she agreed. I love her, but hell, look at the shape you’re in. You mean a lot to me. We might as well be brothers. There are things I couldn’t have got through without you being around.”

Evan leaned back in his chair, his frown gone. He picked up a napkin and blotted the coffee splashed on the table top.


Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing The Summer Heat, contemporary menage erotic romance



*****

She pulled back her quilt and invited him into bed.
Jason dropped his towel and cuddled Simi close.
The softness of her skin had increased even further with her shower. Her hair was damp, and Jason wound the length around his hand and pulled her head to his for a kiss. A light herb fragrance surrounded him. Her returning kiss was deliciously sexy. He crushed her to his body.
He left his face close to hers when he finally ended the kiss. He wanted to make love to her, but his heavy eyelids closed.
Simi stilled beside him and he fell asleep.

©Elodie Parkes: Siren Publishing


*****

Ten tips to avoid telling can be found at
http://www.scribendi.com/advice/how_to_avoid_telling_writing_in_fiction.en.html

There's even a Wiki page about show not tell,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Show,_don%27t_tell

A cool list of ways to show not tell can be found at,

For a run down on show not tell that backs up what I've said above visit, http://www.mariavsnyder.com/advice/showvstell.php
This post also goes into detail about writing styles and POV, but it's a good post.

I'm leaving you with this thought. Sometimes it's a fine line between show and tell. Sometimes writers get told not to do this and that. I think if readers love what you've written then you've got something right. Good luck to you all.
If you know any better tips and websites for help, please comment on this blog for others.






Wolf-shifter Wednesday with #MWTease from 'Wolf Bound' The Venn Pack in Love 2 WIP #amwriting

#MWTease from the WIP 'Wolf Bound' 
A paranormal erotic romance in The Venn Pack in Love series

Read the tease:


The café door opened, setting the small, wooden wind chime tinkling prettily. Chosen by Liberty especially for its mellow tones, the sound brought Liberty’s gaze up to check on the person entering. Her heart took an enormous leap then began pounding fast. The customer was the gorgeous man who’d captured her attention a week ago, and he smiled at her as if he knew her. Liberty felt rather than saw him walk to the café counter. Time hung suspended at his approach. Her heart hammered, making her lightheaded.

Then he spoke. “Hi, you’re open. I didn’t think I’d be able to find any breakfast so early.”

His deep tones sent a pull of attraction through Liberty, scattering her wits. She stared at him for more than a few seconds, then her senses kicked in and she nodded. “Yes, we open at seven in summer. What can I get you?” Her voice wavered just a little as the thoughts, my kisses, my arms around that fabulously sexy body, fell alarmingly into her mind. She’d normally smile at her customers, but this guy stole that impulse from her with his compelling presence, and left within her an ache to touch him preventing her from smiling.

“Coffee, black, please, and what about a steak and fried egg sandwich is that doable?” His ice-blue eyes flicked to the menu board on the wall at the back of the counter. The daily update, written there in Ryder’s neat handwriting before he’d left for work, didn’t include steak and eggs, but Liberty would have hunted a rabbit for this customer if he’d asked. That was saying something, too, since Liberty hardly shifted into her wolf and even less often hunted.

“Sure thing, I’ll get your coffee and then put your food on.” She poured freshly made coffee from the jug into one of the big, blue, ceramic cups and set it down. “Take a seat. There’s free Wi-Fi and the morning paper on the stand by the window. It’s only local, I’m afraid.”

The man gazed at Liberty with the most delicious expression. “Don’t be afraid. Local is great. In fact, I’m setting up home here so it’s handy to know what’s going on.”

Sure he flirted with her, she finally smiled in pleasure. “That’s…good.” Nothing else in her mind right then was okay to say aloud. He’s going to live here. Wow, that’s perfect. He’s yummy.

As if reluctant to cease their conversation he asked, “You cook the food and run the café alone here?

With a nervous flutter of her hands toward the kitchen at the back, Liberty murmured, “I only cook alone until seven-thirty when my help arrives. I’ll just get going on the food…er, toasted bread for the sandwich or…”

The customer held her gaze for a few seconds, his blue eyes full of warmth, amusement, and tenderness. Then he picked up his coffee cup. “Toasted sounds delicious.”

The look in his eyes shot into Liberty’s lonely heart. It gave her butterflies in her stomach and set her wanting more—more of his glances, more from his deep voice, and more of his perfectly kissable lips smiling just for her.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 
HOP to the next #MWTease


From WIP 'An Unusual Vacation' Contemporary erotic romance with a twist of #suspense #MWTease #amwriting

From WIP An Unusual Vacation
Contemporary erotic romance with a twist of suspense

Waterlilies Claude Monet 1916, from http://www.wikiart.org/en/claude-monet/water-lilies-40

#MWTease
        An hour later, Dominic left the Monet exhibition, and wandered along to the top room of the art gallery. He saw the young woman the moment he reached the top of the stairs. She sat part way down the left hand side on one of the blue benches. Dominic couldn’t tear his gaze away as he edged closer to where she sat.


       She wore a pale-pink, suit jacket and her glossy chestnut hair fell down her back almost to her waist. Her lightly tanned legs were bare and she wore bright pink, high-heeled pumps. Dominic couldn’t see a skirt. Intrigued, he stopped at the painting adjacent to the one she sat in front of, and cast a secret glance at her. Shorts, mmm, she’s beautiful.


      He passed behind the bench trying to ascertain if she wore a wedding ring. Luck gave him a perfect opportunity as she moved her hair from her face, giving him a delightful view of a naked wedding band finger and her lovely profile. Dominic’s heart raced. Surprise at his reaction to the young woman gripped him and he walked rapidly across the width of the gallery to stand before an ocean scene and try to collect his swirling thoughts.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 

Hop to the next tease


#MuseMonday #mancandy Time to post up my current muses. WIP #amwriting

Headline

Erotic romance writer falls in love with anonymous guy from picture she picks up on Facebook.


This time it's two guys. She writes them a fantasy menage romance.
She gives each a name ... Viridian and Indigo Parr.  They never leave her thoughts until the story is finished and then ... fickle author, she finds a new muse, falls in love, and starts a new story ...




#WIP 
Read a snippet:

Viridian darted down the back street. Not many people knew it led right past a trade entrance to the palace. No one knew that the gate there was the only part of the outer wall that was alarmed. For six feet on either side of the gate the walls were vulnerable. An agile person who could scale the wall there would gain access to the palace grounds. Viridian was not only agile, his natural strength was enhanced by his daily workouts. He was determined to reach the tower tonight. His cock stirred at the thought of Tara. He pictured her ivory skin and long dark hair. He licked his lips. He could conjure up the feel of her lips on his if he concentrated. He pulled off his shirt and pushed it into the back pocket of his pants. The gate loomed in the darkness. Lit by moonlight, the pillars on either side gleamed with embedded flecks of gold. Viridian leapt. 
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 All Rights Reserved

#TingleTuesday and #TeaserTuesday from erotic fantasy #romance new releases #amwriting

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Candle Magic , Siren Publishing
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AND from A Fairy Tale Romance

The white Corvette stood in the driveway. Solar lights were sparse in the surrounding garden. Did she hear water? A trickle and a weak splash reached her ears. The moonlight, though bright, didn’t light her way very well, and yet she went toward the sound. A spike of fear went right through her when she saw the bear. She came upon the fountain from the side, and in the gloom of only a handful of garden lights, the bear looked so real, fright weakened her legs. Then she realized it was a statue.
Grace inched toward it. The thing was huge and even though made of stone it held a power and presence that set her heart pounding. 

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing

Muse Monday #romance #amwriting character names #mancandy

I'm often asked about how I get my ideas for stories I write and honestly I often have no clue. The idea just drops into my mind. 
Having said that, I still sometimes want to picture my hero other than via what he says, and does.
Names are different. They generally stem from what I know about my characters and the story that I always know in advance.

So what influences me the most when it comes to naming my male characters?

Their personality, and sometimes what they are, for instance if they are paranormal  characters. My vampire in A Little Mysterious needed to have a lovely exotic name-Dhruv. My ancient vampire in The Black Lion, Sascha, needed a soft, romantic name since he is, but his enemy who is not as ancient is called Fonteyn.
My contemporary young men in The Summer Heat, Nate and Evan, just guys names, but attractive names like them.
Starr Forrester the enigmatic, Ash, in The Winter Girl, needed to be influenced by magic and so he has a more exotic name.
The lovely, Jason, in Candle Magic is a character half way between angel and spirit, a young man who messed with magic and found himself cast into the ether. He needed a name that had mythological connections. 
In A Fairy Tale Romance, I have Thorn, the newly impoverished and gorgeous Prince. I though a fitting name for a cursed and lonely man.
I do need to name my characters before I start writing. If I know their stories and their names are not quite right, I will wait until they tell me their names. 

#MuseMonday #Mancandy for romance readers and writers #hotbods
I'd love to give some credits for these pictures, but they're ones that have circulated around social media sites for a long time and have lost names or source information.

Just love ripped jeans and open or no shirt.

#SundaySnog as a sexy #vampire meets somene who loves him #amwritng

Melissa nodded slowly. “Your skin is very cool. It’s sexy. Sascha, I believe you already. Why else would someone like you reveal himself? I saw you watching me in the club. Was that why? You were protecting me all along. I hoped it was because you liked me.”
Sascha couldn’t lie. He wanted her so much. “Not initially. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you. I want you…” He bent his head to hers. He kissed her softly, waiting for her to reject him.
She didn’t. She pressed close again. Her arms went up around his neck.
He savored the kiss she gave him in return. Tingles of raw sexual need teased his balls. Sascha groaned with each clench of his stomach.
Somehow, he must have transmitted his desperate need, because Melissa unbuttoned his black Levis as she kissed him.
Sascha growled low as her fingers curled around his cock. He held her head against his. His hands fisted in her hair. He kissed her so hard his cock leaked onto her fingers and he felt the satiny touch as she smoothed the pre-cum over the head.
She whispered. “It’s all okay. Can’t you tell from my kisses? I feel the same. When you stood in my way, in the club, I wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t know how. You’re so attractive. I felt shy. I saw your desire then, in your eyes. Not many men look at me like that. I’m glad you took me from the club. I’m not afraid. Not now I know what you are. Not now I’m here with you in your arms.” She kissed him between phrases as she stroked his cock, freed now to the night air.
Sascha growled long and low as he took her kisses, like gifts, on his lips, his cheek, his jaw. Very soon, he would have to fuck her. He could barely stop himself from taking her to the surface of the roof and stripping her naked. He wanted more for her than that.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 From WIP The Black Lion.
 

About my writing process...my what? How I write and a sprinkle of why

The lovely Eileen Griffin tagged me in a blog hop about authors' writing processes.
I have to smile. Mine is more like, full on run at the laptop and dash down a story...no not quite as bad as that, but close
 I answer the questions in the hop:
Q. What am I working on?
 Yikes. Three books right now. I'm about a third of the way through a novel, with no title. Yes the trend I talked about on the Literary Lagniappe post has continued. 
This book is a contemporary erotic romance, so we all know what that means. Cool story and hot love scenes with an HEA. This story takes pace in the UK, it has some environmental themes, but is mostly a love story. Zachary Donovan comes home from LA disillusioned with his acting career and just over a broken heart. He throws himself into a 'cause' and meets, Erin, she's just what he needs to get over every little hurt he's ever felt, but there are hurdles and surprises to navigate.
Meet Zachary (Isn't he to die for?)

The second book I'm working on is a menage romance.
Now this story keeps changing. Sometimes my heart wants it to be a shifter story and other times not. I've deleted three chapters in this dance of shifter/no/shifter /no (smiles but its not funny)
I sometimes have trouble believing in love, in real life that is. I know so many lovely women who have no one in their life. We commiserate and look at each other, checking to see if the reason we are alone is visible. I write love stories hoping to fix that ache of needing someone to love and be loved by. 
Meet Nate and Evan
Yes I know they are gorgeous, and headless, but then I am an erotic romance writer after all.
My third story is finished. It's a paranormal romance and just had the final edit. It's gone off on the submission round now.
Titled, Cafe in the Park, my completely loveable male lead is Chris Donato and the object of his hopes and dreams is Emily.
Here's the draft blurb:

He might be the man of her dreams, but he had secrets that could keep them apart…

When Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet a man like Chris. He’s special in more ways than one, and Emily is about to find out his shocking secret as someone from his past comes back to haunt him.
How can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?
Here's the inspiration for Chris. As you can see he's exotic and in this scene, erotic. So is the story.  
Q. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I read lots of books. I read from many different genres, but when I read erotic romance I've noticed that huge swathes of the genre is now some form of BDSM. There's also loads of male on male erotic romance. All good, of course, but mine might differ in that they are erotic but gentle, if that's the word. I don't write BDSM because truth is I know so little about it. A reader messaged me a few weeks ago to say how much they loved my stories, they told me my stories are 'beautiful', that's so touching. I want them to be. Does that make them different from other books in my genre? I don't know. Another reader said, your stories are 'so real and believable,' I try to give readers an escape but in the heart of the story is the seed that it could be true, it could happen to you. Some of my female leads are strong women who have almost given up on love. The female lead in 'Swoop on Love' was called the 'perfect heroine' by a Readers' favorite reviewer. Strong brave, but when it comes, not afraid to love.
Q. Why do I write what I do?
 I write erotic romance because I want more love in the world. That's sounds very pompous, but it's true.Why not throw light on the beauty and raw communication of love and making love. I write stories that have twists in the plot, or some mystery, but always the bedroom door is open. It's to show how much my characters feel for and with each other. I want that 'high' to shine through the story.

So now to tag the next authors in the hop: Who will we meet next?
The delicious
Amber Skyze 
Morticia Knight