Showing posts with label repetition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label repetition. Show all posts

Monday, May 11, 2015

Strong Verbs

I was thinking about verbs today as I picked up Gary Paulsen's novel, Hatchet. 

In this award-winning novel, 13-year-old Brian has to survive in the wilderness alone after a plane crash.

Exciting plot, right?

Exciting plots deserve strong verbs. All plots deserve strong verbs. 

Here's a passage from Hatchet describing the crash. I highlighted in blue the verbs in all their forms.


Then a wild crashing sound, ripping of metal, and the plane rolled to the right and blew through the trees, out over the water and down, down to slam into the lake, skip once on water as hard as concrete, water that tore the windshield out and shattered the side windows, water that drove him back into the seat. Somebody was screaming, screaming as the plane drove down into the water. Someone screamed tight animal screams of fear and pain and he did not know that it was his sound, that he roared against the water that took him and the plane still deeper, down in the water. He saw nothing but sensed blue, cold blue-green, and he raked at the seatbelt catch, tore his nails loose on one hand. He ripped at it until it released and somehow—the water trying to kill him, to end him—somehow he pulled himself out of the shattered front window and clawed up into the blue, felt something hold him back, felt his windbreaker tear and he was free. Tearing free. Ripping free.

Did you notice the strong verbs? Crashing, ripping, slam, tore, shattered, clawed. We sometimes need weaker verbs like "was" and "felt," but in this passage the strong verbs dominate and bring the story to life.

Gary Paulsen also uses repetition--screaming, screaming--to show us Brian's emotions.

Read a scene from one of your stories. Rewrite the scene using strong verbs. Does your passage fly, lift, or soar? 





Monday, June 4, 2012

Repetition



My husband loves crows, and I love the writing of Margaret Wise Brown, so her poem "Those Crazy Crows" is one of my favorites. The poem uses repetition in a fun way. Watch the 3rd, 5th, and 7th lines:


"Those Crazy Crows"


Those crazy crows on ragged wing
Fly over the woods
They never sing
They screech and they scream
But they never sing
Those crazy crows
They never sing 


"They never sing" is the line that repeats (with a slight variation in the 5th line). The repetition makes me think about flying. And isn't it true that crows don't sing? They caw and croak--not exactly what we would call singing! 


Try writing your own 7-line poem using repetition in the 3rd, 5th, and 7th lines. Here's mine:


"Those Silly Cats" (because I also love cats)


Those silly cats with glossy fur
Jump over the chairs
They're just a blur
They fly and they skid
Oh what a blur
Those silly cats
They're just a blur