Today’s #1lineWed on Twitter is all about the hands. Using, touching, looking at, thinking about hands…you get the drift. So while I was working–and holy moley are there more surprises coming in MOONSTRUCK: SECRETS!!–I started making note of when and where my characters used their hands. Then, out of curiosity, I searched the word “hand.” If you’re writing, you should do the same. I discovered that I have a very handy group! They handle, they hand over-up-down. And I very seldom describe their hands. When I found this picture on Morguefiles.com, I immediately wanted to figure out a way to use it for a book cover. I may have to write a book for it because I don’t really have one that fits at the moment. Anyway, this image is very powerful, especially given I tend to gloss over hands. I’m going to change that as I work on the two current projects because I’ve just discovered that hands can be very powerful. And compelling.
Here are some rewritten lines, all about hands, from a couple of scenes with Dr. Liz Graham and Michael Lightfoot originally in BAD MOON:
He cupped her cheek in his calloused hand and marveled at the difference in textures, unable to move for fear of abrading her skin.
Liz’s hand fluttered against his back, as ephemeral as the wings of a moth drawn to a candle. “Michael? What’s wrong? Let me help.”
And some lines from both BLOOD MOON and BAD MOON that I didn’t change and will be using on Twitter today:
The rough bark scraped her hands raw but she landed on her feet.
The thought of another man’s hands touching her made angry black dots swarm like a cloud of gnats before his eyes.
“No offense, but I don’t want the Alpha to chew off my hand for touching you.”
And finally, a new snippet from the bridge chapters I’m laughingly calling MOON MADNESS.
Hannah stared at Mac’s hands. They were twice the size of hers. Long fingers with scarred knuckles. Square, blunt nails. Calloused. Rough. Strong. Capable of killing in a heartbeat. Yet he held their son in those massive paws displaying a tenderness that stole her breath. And her heart. In that singular moment, as she watched the gruff Wolf gaze in awe at the tiny babe in his hands, she was lost. He owned her heart and soul now.
What about y’all? Do you look at hands? How do you describe them? And how handy are your characters?!? 😉