The fun part of writing is discovering a
characters voice, life, and emotions in order to tell their story. When I’m
deep into a characters mindset, they tap me on the shoulder to share
their personal opinions on how a scene should be written, what their actions
should be, and whether or not what I planned to happen makes sense.
On more than one occasion, Brian Young,
the hero in my debut novel, A Heart Not
Easily Broken, has stepped in and put me, the author, on the right path. Brian
knows what he wants and has no problems making his intentions known. Here’s an
example of one of those times. While this is a great scene and gives insight to
his mind, it didn’t fit the setup of the first chapter of the book. But, it
works great here! Enjoy!
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Scene:
“Yo, Brian,
where are you going, man? We don’t have a long break.”
I turned to face
Derrick, Diverse Nation’s drummer,
and my friend since college. “Did you see her? The woman in the little black
dress?” My attention went back to the crowded dance floor. Even though we’d
stopped playing, it was still packed. Bodies gyrating to the DJ’s choice of
music continued to block my view.
“You’re kidding,
right?”
I shot Derrick a
momentary glance as I lifted the strap of my guitar from around my neck. I knew
where this was about to go. Irritation flooded me.
“You’re talking
about the black woman, right?” Derrick continued.
“Yeah. What’s
your point?” I turned my back on him and focused on the dance floor. Which way
did she go?
As if the
heavens heard my question, strobe lights shot out into the club as the DJ
shouted out the crowd, illuminating the woman who’d stolen my attention.
Long dark wavy
hair rested on bare shoulders of a caramel body wrapped in a sheath of black. The fabric clung to every curve of her
voluptuous figure, wearing it like a second skin. The material stopped just
below her hips; shapely thighs and amazing calves ended in a pair of open-toe heels.
My body’s
response was automatic.
“Brian, man,
don’t go there. I’m in no mood to stop a fight tonight.”
I locked on my
target. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking
about every last brother on the floor that’s jockin’ her. You make a move and someone’s
gonna step to you and put you in your place.” Derrick blocked my path to the
steps leading down from the stage, his hand resting on my shoulder. “I’ve got
plans with my lady tonight. Spending the night in jail for keepin’ your ass out of trouble isn’t in the cards.”
My fist balled.
I was sick and tired of everything coming down to race. Just because I was
missing melanin in my skin didn’t mean I had no right to talk to a woman I was
attracted to.
I shrugged off
his grip and headed down the steps leading to the dance floor. My intention; follow the footsteps of the caramel vixen.
“I could care
less about what anyone thinks, D. I can handle my own. I want her. Before the
end of the night, she will be mine.”
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MJ
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