Improving Descriptive Writing Painting an Original Picture

Purpose of Descriptive Writing Describe something in an original and unique so that it appeals to the five senses Touch it Taste it Hear it See it Smell it

Keys of Being Descriptive Be original Be creative Stretch your imagination For example, instead of this: Try this: The sun cut itself on a sharp peak and bled into the valley.—John Steinbeck The hot, yellow sun went behind the mountain and covered the valley in red.

How’s This? She was super hero beautiful. Her hair was as black as coal, her lips red as blood. Is it original and creative?

Clichés: The Descriptive Killer 1 : a trite phrase or expression; Also : the idea expressed by it 2 : something (as a menu item) that has become overly familiar or commonplace

Finding Clichés Through Experience If you have seen it Or heard it It’s probably a cliché

Finding Clichés Through Others Ask someone really old (You know, anyone over 21)

Finding Clichés On-line Choose a keyword to look up Go to a cliché website and look up the keyword Cliché finder is one of the best places to look: http://www.westegg.Com/cliche/ You may have to try more than one keyword

Fixing Clichés Identify the clichés Replace them with more descriptive writing Think of a new comparison Look up words in a thesaurus www.m-w.com

A Little Practice Each of you will be given a poem Identify ALL the clichés Replace half of them (you can choose the easiest ones if you’d like) Don’t worry about making it rhyme We’ll do the first stanza together

Which of the following do think are clichés? She’s as pure as the driven snow, She’s as pure as the driven snow, Her face is as white as a sheet, Her hands are as smooth as silk, Her nails as red as a beet. Her face is as white as a sheet, Her hands are as smooth as silk, Her nails as red as a beet.

Same Old New Girl She’s as pure as the driven snow, Her face is as white as a sheet, Her hands are as smooth as silk, Her nails as red as a beet. Her hair is like the golden sun, Her eyes blue like the sky, She’s as beautiful as an angel, and as hot as a firecracker on the 4th of July. Her temper is as quick as lightning, Her hatred cold as ice, Her laughter is loud and clear, But her crying is as quiet as mice. Her beauty may be skin deep, But her mind is as sharp as a knife. I’m just small potatoes, And she seems larger than life They say she’s one in a million, But I don’t believe what they say. If she’s all that and a bag of chips, Why say it with a cliché? Assignments turned in tomorrow at the beginning of class will be eligible for full credit