Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The old woman in front of her had once been very beautiful. Now she was regal: soft wrinkles in her face, full lips and hair streaked with an elegant silver. Her hands were folded under a coverlet and her chest rose gently against a silk robe. Even asleep on her throne, the perfect posture and stern mouth spoke of power, but, Bria thought, with her eyes closed she almost looked kind. When they opened, however, all Bria's ideas of grandmotherly affection and reconciliation shattered.
So, this actually might go into my current manuscript... I was force writing tonight (trying to get back into the habit of writing every day) and I was having trouble describing my protagonist's creepy grandmother. I think I like this. What do you guys think? Too much detail? Not enough detail?