What is a scene you love? Not book. Scene. A scene that when you read it, your heart moved–rushed, zipped, jolted–to another part of your body. Sometimes when I’m stuck, I take that scene of the shelf and read it again. If I really loved it, it still gives me a rush.
That rush carries inspiration–not that I’m always able to jump into the flow, but at least it reminds me what the flow looks like.
I don’t believe taking the scene apart ruins the magic. Perhaps breaking it open spreads the magic around. If I’m trying to write the heartbreak of love that can’t happen, I read about Lilith Bascomb who changes her place in the world by cutting off her red hair and shows Harley Wescott and everyone else that he picked the wrong sister. I love that scene. Bonnie Jones Reynolds sets the party, the many characters distracted by a thousand other things, shows us how Cass, the sister and wife, believes she has won, lets the gossip run madly around the party-goers, and then brings in Lil, shaking on the inside and yet proving her powers on the outside. Just the right people welcome her in and just the right people gasp. (You have to read The Truth about Unicorns to really know.)
I love the scene because of the conflicting emotions–the you-go-Lil coming against but-they’ll-never-be-together! Of course, I’m sucker for tearing true love apart. I’m mean that way.
Just thinking about it makes me want to write. What’s a scene between two loves that moves you?