The Write Word with Wareeze

Setting the Mood in a Scene

Hello Friends and Readers,

If this is your first time to read a Soul Mate Publishing blog post, allow me to introduce myself. I write historical romance novels with a dash of suspense under my pen name, Wareeze Woodson. Six of my books are published by Soul Mate and have been released on Amazon. Conduct Unbecoming of a Gentleman, An Enduring Love, A Lady’s Vanishing Choices, Captured by the Viscount, The Earl’s Scandalous Wager along with a historical romance western: Bittersweep. I have a self-published one as well. That is number seven. Self-publishing is not for me, however.

Thanks for taking the time to read my article. I have discussed the ins and outs of writing in past articles, the hero, the heroine, the villain, setting the scene, character development, where I find my inspiration for each story, and the lists continues. Today, I would like to discuss the difference between the setting and the mood in each scene.

Much must be considered when writing the setting of a scene. The requirements necessary for such an endeavor are many and are diverse. A scene displays the historical period of the story, the weather, time of day, the exact location in time and place, inside or outside a house, a building, on the grounds of said building or in the woods, by a stream or in the middle of a field. All of these are important facts to give to the reader. The writer paints a picture with words.

Setting the mood of the scene is also difficult to bring to the reader’s mind. Words, words, words written with meticulous care can cause tears to well in the reader’s eyes, or laughter to erupt without warning. The writer has set the scene, where, when, and why. Now it is time to set the mood of the moment in the scene. Below please read an excerpt from my novel in progress and afterward, we shall dissect how the mood was set. This is a scene from, Vanessa.

From the view out her carriage window, Vanessa Jane Riventon scanned the trees flashing by. The coach had picked up speed for some reason. Her heart thumped in rhythm with the jingling of the harnesses and the creaking of the coach as it raced over the hard pack roadway. Something was definitely wrong.

The outrider thundered up to the window on his horse and yelled, “You ladies hold tight and duck down. Thieves is riding up on us. Careful like now.”

Her traveling companion cried, “Dear lord, we are going to be murdered. Robbed then hacked to pieces. Only yesterday I heard…”

The woman’s abrupt silence indicated hysterics would soon follow. That would never do. Vanessa patted her companion’s hand. “Mrs. Latham, calm yourself. The guard will protect us. That’s why he was hired to ride with the coach.”

Vanessa opened her reticule and pulled out her pistol. Uncle Charlie had always insisted she carry a weapon upon the rare occasion she traveled home to Hill House from The Young Lady’s Academy beyond Bath near the village of Shefield. Her throat tightened and tears filled her eyes. Uncle Charlie would no longer be at Hill House to greet her, but this was not the proper time or place to allow tears of sorrow to overwhelm her. She blinked the moisture from her eyes.

Vanessa peered out the window and caught her breath. Indeed, three men with masks over their faces and pistols drawn were riding hard after the coach. A shot rang out and she jerked back, watching in horror as the coachman tumbled from his perch and rolled on the ground. The horses snorted and careened out of control. With every muscle in her body tensed, she clung to the strap above the seat. The carriage bounced in and out of a deep rut followed by a loud explosive crack sending the frightened animals into a frenzy. The scream of splintering wood filled the coach as the shaft convulsed allowing the panicked horses to break free. The carriage swayed nearly over-turning before it verged into the underbrush beside the road and crashed into a tree. Vanessa was thrown to the floor with the other passenger on top of her.

The scene is set in a horse drawn carriage traveling along a hard packed roadway. An event that could only be possible in the long ago past. That information tells the reader when and the bare basic of where. Certainly not in the heart of a big city or town with cobbled streets.

The out-rider thunders up on horseback and yells a caution to her and her companion setting the mood of the scene. Danger is approaching. Vanessa retrieves her weapon from her reticule and peers out the window. The reader understands danger seems imminent so what she is doing is touched upon as well. The mood changes and escalates with fear and panic. The tension is heightened by allowing Vanessa to observe the driver of the carriage falling by the wayside. The carriage is hurtling down the road without a driver when the horses break out of the traces and the coach continues out of control.

Would the reader be drawn into the story and want to read the next page to see what happens next? I sincerely hope so.

Once again, thanks for taking the time to read my post. For more information about my writing, please visit my website.


Wareeze Woodson


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About wareeze

I am a native of Texas and still live in this great state. I write period romance tangled with suspense. I married my high school sweetheart, years and years ago. We raised four children and have eight grandchildren, and grandchildren are Grand. At the moment, all my children and my grandchildren live within seventy miles of our home, lots of visits. My husband and I still love each other after all these years the stuff romance is made of, Happy Ever After! I lost my beloved husband on Dec 10, 2016 but my memories remain forever Happy Ever After!!
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3 Responses to The Write Word with Wareeze

  1. sueberger3 says:

    Good post. Thank you.

  2. Erin1962 says:

    Setting is very important. An inappropriate setting can ruin a story.

  3. wareeze says:

    So true. Does this setting need more information? I would live to hear from you.

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