I hope you enjoyed The Man Inside Part 1. If you missed it, you can read it here.
In the first half she uses Marked for Magic as an example. It is a good book if you haven’t read it. 😉
Please welcome Daisy Banks back for the second half of her blog post about writing in the male point of view.
Another gentleman is Stephen Grafton, the blind organist at Holy Trinity Church in my story Christmas Carols. Stephen has some very strong views regarding the society he functions in. He finds many of the accepted behavior rules ridiculously irritating and has little patience with people who are willing to risk their happiness to comply.
When Stephen made an appearance in my mind I was very surprised and he threw me a challenge I had to try to rise to. Could I write from the point of view of an extremely intelligent, gifted musician who happened to be blind?
Stephen did help me out. He supplied me with memories of his childhood and youth that aren’t even in the story. I grew to understand the quality he prized most was courage, even if it were in the smallest steps. He had struggled to discover his own and his recognition of Alice’s quiet bravery became a pivotal point in the story for me as the writer, and yet Alice’s fortitude had to be shown within the conventions of the period. Again Stephen helped me, as can be seen in this little snippet from the story:
Like an angel chilled from the heights and warming herself at the hearthside, Alice sang the ancient words effortlessly. Her voice, unaccompanied by anything but his well wishes, rose to the rafters in glorious and rich tones. The depth and roundness of her voice were not quite full enough yet, but there was plenty of time for her to work and improve further. If she sounded like this now with no training or rehearsal, what would she be like in a month’s time?
He heard the tears in her voice at the last chorus and got up from the bench, reached out. More by accident than purpose, he caressed her cheek. A tingle of sensation raced along his forefinger as he smoothed away a tear when she finished the last line.
Applause sounded below them and he cared not a jot, for Alice, lovely, soft-skinned and warm-voiced Alice turned, and as they stood so close in the small space by his seat at the organ, her face brushed against his chest. Though he couldn’t have imagined doing such a thing when he woke this morning, he set an arm around her shoulder and patted her back, proffering all the comfort he could. “Well done,” he whispered, and gave her the soft linen handkerchief he kept in his pocket for such a moment as this. “Sit on the bench here.” He helped her next to his usual place before the organ and turned. “Well, Mr. Scott? What do you say?”
“I think Mrs. Broadbrace would be better singing the Coventry Carol, Mr. Grafton.”
“Tosh, you have a choir to do that. This is something new, the sound of the human condition, the joy of life and its sorrow combined. I will have her solo, sir.”
There was a noise beside him as Alice stood.
“Please, gentlemen, I won’t be discussed like this! I came here to sing, that is all.”
“Alice,” he whispered before raising his voice. “Mrs. Broadbrace, please. You will sing with the choir and be a great benefit to them. You will also sing solo for me. Don’t let the old curmudgeon down there put you off. Take my hand and keep hold while we go down the steps.”
She slipped her small and slender fingers between his.
The memory of his first solo walk returned. He’d known the tutor stood but a hairs breadth away and yet the fears had stilled him for more than five minutes. “You are very brave, Alice,” he whispered. “Walk with me now. We will go down and face Scott and his choristers.”
“I don’t think I can. They will not accept me.”
“If they don’t, then Scott had best learn to play the organ, for I’ll not play for him.”
“Because I heard you as I rehearsed the day of the recital. You didn’t know it because you were concentrating on your flowers, but I heard your voice as you accompanied me. I’ve not heard anything to delight me more since I visited Italy. I know you believe the arrangement of flowers to be your skill, but, Mrs. Broadbrace, you sing so well it makes me dizzy.”
I don’t know if I have helped anyone who is struggling to find the voice of their male character; all I can say is listen and you will discover them. I do know neither of these characters are alpha type males in the accepted sense but despite that both are men of their times and worlds, and that I think is a key feature to writing the male point of view in a story.
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Daisy Banks is the author of:
Coming soon with Liquid Silver Books Serving the Serpent
Marked for Magic
A Perfect Match
A Gentleman’s Folly
Your Heart My Soul
A Matter of Some Scandal
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