INTO THE BLACK
My Mission: to breach the personal space of others and sniff.
(Male or female, doesn’t matter).
Why? Because smell is one of the five senses with which writers are supposed to imbue their scenes, and I need to experience ‘scent’. Sound I get—onomatopoeia helps, seeing I get; taste is easy—bitter, salt, sour, sweet, umani (savoury) and touch is fun—unless it’s painful.
But smell? No, it rarely registers, so I need to sail forth, nostrils wide and eager. Also I’m a little tired of heroes smelling of ‘mint’ or ‘mountains’ or ‘musk’ (what the hell is that), and heroines who waft ‘roses’, ‘wild flowers’ or ‘summer meadows’.
Hard Men the Hard Way