Smoke from the Minnesota wildfire (which I didn’t even know were blazing) was blown through Wisconsin and down into Illinois. I smelled it when I left work in the downtown area. North of the city, however, the smell was stronger and the air hazy. My husband described it as “a molasses factory on fire.”
It’s quite a coincidence that the smell travelled so far today, because today I also heard back from another Julia beta reader and she said I needed to add odor to the story. There were places in the piece that jumped out at her because they didn’t have a scented description: mowing, hugging a character who smokes, making a fresh pot of coffee…
I’m hyper aware of the lack of sound in my stories, but the sense of smell never crossed my mind. I’m stunned by Julia‘s complete lack of aroma.
Do your stories smell? Ahem, I mean, how do you deal with the scents in your stories.