Writing Description Notes: Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Writing Description Notes: Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/ Distracted

Updated 10th July 2024 More description notes

Sitting up right against his pine tree just to get his thoughts in order

A thousand thoughts raced around his mind at once, more questions than answers flooding his inner thoughts like a tsunami.

John exhaled slowly, eyes shut as the world around him dissolved into his own thoughts.

Her brows softly twitched, her eyes alone holding so many ambivalent emotions.

The gears in Jane’s head warped for a moment, her face twisting adorably as she thought long and hard.

The cogs in his head could practically be seen turning.

His face twisted adorably for a moment, she could see the cogs turning in his brain.

The cogs turned and turned, eventually clicking into place in his mind.

The cogs in his clever mind began to spin at an alarming rate.

She could see the gears spinning behind his eyes.

How pragmatic he truly was. No posturing, no comebacks, just quiet concentration.

Listening and focusing, not allowing himself more movement than breathing.

Jane’s train of thought came to a screeching halt as a movement within the gazebo caught her eye.

Though he was giving the same nonchalant stare he always gave, a marathon of thoughts were running through his head.

Thoughts plagued his near sleeping mind.

The trees in the foreground suddenly became very interesting.

A slew of thoughts set off in John’s head.

Her mind ground on the troubling information.

Constantly replaying the last few days he’d spent with Jane, like his heart wanted to remind me of all the pain he was going through.

There were no thoughts, no distractions, no outside noises leaking in – all that mattered was this strange moment of an alluring instinct happening.

What was Jane doing stealing his thoughts and distracting him from his larger problems anyway?

Past scenes played through his mind at the speed of sound.

The television sat in silence in front of him and he wondered if he should turn it on to have some kind of noise to keep the dark thoughts at bay.

His mind and heart were at war within him.

Her thoughts got completely derailed.

The alcohol wasn't enough to keep the swirling doubt from seeping into John’s mind.

What I want most in all the world is there to be someone who loves me STUPID. Like someone where they tell me that they love me, and I tell them they are stupid for that and they say, "yeah, so?"

Maybe I don't love them back immediately, but I eventually I learn to love them more too, and we both stupidly love each other. That's all I want, Santa.

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

What I want most in all the world is there to be someone who loves me STUPID. Like someone where they tell me that they love me, and I tell them they are stupid for that and they say, "yeah, so?"

Maybe I don't love them back immediately, but I eventually I learn to love them more too, and we both stupidly love each other. That's all I want, Santa.

To avoid being tortured, you started to explain workers unions to any demon that would listen. Your goal is to cause a strike.

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