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|C.S.E. COONEY - her advice comes in many directions.|
Prepare to remove your
head so you can see all the elements.
DONALD MAASS WRITE TIP #91
What does your MC see, know or get about people that few others do? Create three demonstrations of that.
“I do see you, Verda."
"You don’t see me, though."
Tanner stared at her, confused. "I'm not sure what I supposed to say to that."
"I wish you could see me," she said. Her voice was hollow, her mouth turned down and aching, her eyes half-closed and veiled to block out the light. "I want you to see me. I tried to force your sight when the sun was eclipsed. Sometimes it’s like you can – could – I catch you staring and your eyes have that glazed look. It almost makes me believe you do see me."
His back had become rigid with the force of his will. "And what do you think I should see? You’re a girl. I’m sure I know how you-all are put together."
"Is this all you see?" Verda shook her head and sent her long plait dancing.
She released her breath with an explosive sigh. "Why am I bothering?”
"No! Yes. Let me try to understand," Tanner said quickly, unaware that he was shaking his head, no longer even trying to meet Verda’s eyes. "If I did see you, what would I see then? Because, if you’re telling me you’re a reworking of the old species I’ve looked enough for me to tell you I’m sure I would have noticed."
“I think, Yes.”
“But, your eyes can only see a fraction of the light in the world," she whispered. Her hands were clenched so tightly she could feel individual nails piercing her palms. "And, your brain can only process information from the visible light rays.”
“Sees the vibrations red through to violet.”
His heart was racing, even though his thoughts were thick like sludge. “Did I complain that you never tell me anything? The pressure - I feel like the pressure in my head is expanding ‘til it’ll explode – I almost want it to – but if it did then I wouldn’t know what you mean."
Verda’s found it hard to speak; she opened her mouth only to close it again. She wanted to run through her calculations and this time recomputed until the data indicate that telling Tanner the truth wasn’t worth the risk. "This is difficult for me," she confessed.
“Not so me,” gasped Tanner. “It’s a skip in the park over here.”
Her hands trembled. The fact that every part of her body was flooded with positive and negative reactions amazed her. It made her careless. “I am more than–“
“Don’t! I don’t care. I am looking at you. Even if I can’t see the all you’re worried about, I love you. Loving you makes me more than I could ever have been…if I hadn’t seen you that morning in the woods. So, we’re even. I want to belong to you. Completely. If you – seeing everything, and more, like you always do – if you want me too.”
CAN YOUR MC SEE MORE THAN EVERYONE ELSE AROUND HER?