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Morgan Bauman is a YA fantasy author currently in the process of publishing her series "UNTOLD MEMORIES". You can check out her blog here!
The letter A is a brilliant, apple red. The number 4 is a green so vivid
and fresh that grass dreams of it during long hot summers--summers that
scorch grass the dry, brittle yellow of the song Hotel
California. E is green, too; a frostier green, colder and deeper. My
main character’s personality is a dulled, reddish brown that matches the
R that begins her name.
Synesthesia is a relatively rare
condition in which the sensory wires in the brain overlap and
intermingle; one sense involuntarily sets off another sensation (in
addition to the sensation it would have triggered on its own in a
neurotypical brain). For some people, letters may have personalities;
scents may evoke specific textures pressed against one’s hands; tastes
may have shapes; the days of the week may each have a poignant flavor.
This isn’t something imagined by the synesthete; if tested, the
sensations will remain constant over years and decades.
For me,
every musical note, letter, number, concept, voice, and character has a
color. The color of a word on the page doesn’t always match the color
of the word in the air. Just like the tightly packed dots of color in an
old-time comic book, the words’ colors change as I string them into
sentences and paragraphs, bleeding into each other, warping and fading.
Commonly used words tend to fade, color-wise; as a child, I thought this
was what people referred to when they said, “That’s my name; don’t wear
it out.” If I pack too many vibrant words together, paragraphs begin to
clash and look disjointed. My stories have to look good on paper as
well as aloud, so I read them to myself as I go.
So far, it
probably sounds like a boon, and it is; I wouldn’t trade my synesthesia
for a million dollar book deal. But the title of this piece mentions
peril. What perils could there be?
If I’m listening to a song
with dark brown guitar and yellow-brown vocals--while writing about a
character with a green personality interacting with one with a dull red
personality--but this particular chapter calls for muted blue in the
description, I sometimes stop ten or thirty times and just hold my head
in my hands while trying to sort through everything. I get distracted.
The words get jammed in my fingers, the tip of my tongue, impossible to
dislodge.
Color flow--whether in a mix CD or a chapter--is
extremely important to me. I intentionally use jarringly different
colors in language for a specific effect; I name characters and their
personality blossoms out of the colors of their name (or they get
renamed).
Which leads me to the final peril of being an author
with synesthesia: sometimes, you write something literal only to have
it be taken as metaphor; other times, you realize that your hidden
description--the colors coursing underneath the text--are invisible to
all of your readers. The hidden, watery themes; the dry touch of the
desert in your villains; the bursts of vivid color on the barren
landscape of the page--invisible.
Even so, I like to include them. After all, what’s better than secrets hidden in plain sight?
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