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Ahoy.
I've just rememebred one of my favorite exercises to use when getting in the mood to do really good descriptions.
It's a simple exercise, really. All you need is some sort of blindfold and piece of fruit or a vegetable. Other foods work, too, but I learned with fruit, so it's the example that I provide here. (Of course, you could just keep your eyes closed, but then it is tempting to cheat.) It's best if you pick some food that makes noise when you eat it, so that your other four senses get more input. Intentionally disabling your sight makes the other senses more vivid and lets you focus on them.
Something fun to have with this exercise is to have a tape or voice recorder of some sort, so that when the impressions come into your mind, you can get them into hard copy right away.
Take that first bite, and concentrate on what your other senses are telling you: the sounds, the scents, the tastes, and the texture. Don't skimp on the details. In fact, the more details that you manage to cram into something as simple as a bite of an apple, the better.
I've done this a few times now, sometimes for the sake of brushing up on the description technique and sometimes just for the fun of it. A sample, using a glass of ice-cold pomegranate juice:
| QUOTE | It didn't matter that I was blindfolded. I'd poured the juice when I still could see, right into the chilled glass that now sat atop an old speaker stand in front of me. Even though I couldn't see it, I could feel the chilled vapor rising from the glass. I hoped that the coldness of the drink wouldn't obscure the scent of it. With that thought in mind I lifed my glass inhaled.
The scent was as amazing as I remembered it: dark and sweet-scented, with a hint of earthiness. If I relied on scent alone, I would have to expect a deep, darkly sweet taste, with no hint of bitterness or sharpness to it. There was something else that I couldn't identify, either, something vague and floral
One does not drink juice with their lungs, however. I lifted the cold glass, putting my lips to the icy rim, and took a slow sip.
The taste of the juice was like taking a taste of night itself. The sweetness was there, but within that taste was contained a complex symphony of tastes. The vague floral note became clearer as the fluid touched my tongue. It was darkly sweet, with the sort of bite expected from a fine Merlot…but without the overly acidic note that some of those wines are prone to possessing. As I swallowed, I became aware of the dusty finish of the juice.
Its taste is one that I shall never tire of. |
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