Blood is thicker than water…but not by much
Quick acting lesson: “Method” actors draw on personal experiences to create a lifelike portrayal of emotion.
I get that.
I’m sure we’ve all poured our emotions into our WIPs. We know what it feels like to be sad, angry, ecstatic, and we use those memories to describe how our characters feel. Some people are really, really good at it.
My books have a lot of action sequences, and lucky for me I get to experience them first hand. I’ll say to my husband, “Pretend you’re attacking me from behind.” Then we act out the scene and I go back and write it down. It works beautifully (and it’s the only time he participates in my writing).
But I realized last night (through first hand experience) that I describe blood incorrectly. I’ve always thought of it as sticky and viscous — closer to syrup than to water. Yeah…fresh blood is really drippy. More like kid’s apple juice. It’s not even as thick as fruity V8.
And it doesn’t “plink” on hard wood floors, granite counter tops, or dishwashers doors. It may plink against tile, but I didn’t make it that far when I sliced my finger while emptying the dishwasher.
Oh yeah…and really deep cuts don’t hurt immediately. There’s a sort of a mental delay. It took my body a few seconds of me actually looking at the wound to feel the pain.
While I plan to store these memories for later use, I’ve made a pretty definite decision. I’m only going to use “method” writing for emotions. There’s only so much suffering I’m willing to do for my art.
I get that.
I’m sure we’ve all poured our emotions into our WIPs. We know what it feels like to be sad, angry, ecstatic, and we use those memories to describe how our characters feel. Some people are really, really good at it.
My books have a lot of action sequences, and lucky for me I get to experience them first hand. I’ll say to my husband, “Pretend you’re attacking me from behind.” Then we act out the scene and I go back and write it down. It works beautifully (and it’s the only time he participates in my writing).
But I realized last night (through first hand experience) that I describe blood incorrectly. I’ve always thought of it as sticky and viscous — closer to syrup than to water. Yeah…fresh blood is really drippy. More like kid’s apple juice. It’s not even as thick as fruity V8.
And it doesn’t “plink” on hard wood floors, granite counter tops, or dishwashers doors. It may plink against tile, but I didn’t make it that far when I sliced my finger while emptying the dishwasher.
Oh yeah…and really deep cuts don’t hurt immediately. There’s a sort of a mental delay. It took my body a few seconds of me actually looking at the wound to feel the pain.
While I plan to store these memories for later use, I’ve made a pretty definite decision. I’m only going to use “method” writing for emotions. There’s only so much suffering I’m willing to do for my art.
25 Comments
Chantele Sedgwick
Oh, no! I hope you’re okay! Sounds like a doozy. 🙁
I think I described blood as sticky in my book. 😛 Probably should change it now! 🙂
Jen
Um…WHAT HAPPENED!!!???
Becky Wallace
@Jen: You know the slicer side of your cheese grader? Yeah…I took part of my knuckle off with it. The Dr. used two tubes of dermabond and a dozen steri-strips to close it. Way better than stitches though!
Carrie Butler
Ack! Hope you’re okay now. 😐
Lindsay N. Currie
Wow, hope it’s okay now! And nice way to use your pain for something good LOL! I always think of blood by the way it tastes..metallic and HORRIBLE. I’ve seen people cut their finger and immediately stick it in their mouth and I almost gag.
Laura C.
I hope you feel better, Becky. While I’m sorry you got an ‘ouchie,’ your post was wickedly funny and made me laugh. I can just see you and your hubby horsing around like the Three Stooges.
William Kendall
Ouch, ouch, double ouch!
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