How did I do yesterday? Better? I sure hope so. I'm using these as a little bit of a test as to whether I write up some posts about my own novel. If I don't get a good response I'll probably steer towards traditional publishing and an editor so someone at least likes my writing. Self publishing can be a scary concept sometimes.
Let's make our own contributions to diversity in literature, eh? If you need a bit of extra help in crafting a character that will rock your reader's world, check out THIS POST.
Write from the perspective of a woman.
Work on expelling gender stereotypes from your work. Real women have roles beyond the strong tomboy, the wicked seductress, and the plain innocent. Try basing your female character off of a unique woman in your own life.
Walking up towards the stand her steps did not falter once. No tripping, which is something she had been worrying about, and she made it there with no thoughts of doubt that this was the right thing to do. Feeling the rush of adrenaline flow through her made her body tingle with anticipation of seeing his face.
Sitting down at the defendants table was her neighbour, well sort of neighbour, he lived in the house directly opposite her kitchen. She didn't think he meant to do it, surely it was just a nasty accident, or had he? Either way she could only tell the truth and that was exactly what she was going to, what she felt she had to do. Even if he had tried to intimidate her into silence.
"Miss Jacobs, please place your hand on the bible and say the oath," said the Judge to begin her witness testimony. She did as she was told, placed her hand flat against the book and took a deep breath.
"I swear to tell the truth and only the truth," her voice echoed across the silent courtroom. Although the judge did not look impressed they accepted her version of the oath and proceeded with their line of questioning. The prosecution went first.
"Miss Jacobs, please could you tell the court how you know Mr Phillips?" he asked in a thick Irish accent.
"He lived across the road from me," she replied, taking a deep breath after trying to fill her with confidence for the further questions.
"Miss Jacobs, can you please tell me what you were doing on November 15th?"
"I woke up around 7am and started to go about my day. I did a few household chores which took up most of the morning and then I went out for the early afternoon. Upon returning to my home I took to the kitchen to put away the groceries I had purchased."
Looking over at the defendant sent shivers down her spine. He was sitting their with a smug look on his face, no remorse showed at all. The evening before his arrests flashed in her mind. He
"What happened next?" prompted the prosecution.
"As I looked up I saw Mr Phillips' car with its reverse lights on. Of course this was very normal as I had seen it many times before."
"What was different about this time?" pressed the prosecutor. It was starting to annoy her as he didn't let her go from one sentence to another.
"I suppose it almost was in slow motion. He seemed to be sitting there waiting. Then Oliver came down the road on his skateboard and when he got behind Mr Phillips car the car reversed and knocked him into the road. The car did not stop and by the time I had moved from the kitchen to the street it had sped off down the road leaving Oliver screaming in the street." Her voice caught as the scene replayed in her mind.
End of scene
I really enjoyed writing this scene. I feel like I could go further into it, although I think I missed out a few key things that could have made Miss Jacobs more emotional.