I've always been taught that in fiction the quoted line always goes at the beginning of the paragraph. But sometimes I want the action the person is doing to come before what she/he says. I've been breaking these into two paragraphs, though it would otherwise be in the same one.
For example:
But after the preceding sentence, where she's ruminating on a different subject, it seems jarring for a second ... like WHAT is she telling him to hold???
Or
Or something like that. But to me "The smile vanished from his face" coming before the quote implies a pause before speaking.
I have several situations like this in the book. I've been breaking them up into separate paragraphs, so that a quoted line is always at the beginning of the paragraph. But would it be better to combined them up like so:
For example:
Sure, I could just reword it to say, "Hold this here for me," I said, pressing a fresh piece of wool against the wound.I took out a fresh piece of wool and pressed it against the wound.
“Hold this here for me,” I said. He put his hand over the wool, and I began winding a strip of fresh bandage around his head.
But after the preceding sentence, where she's ruminating on a different subject, it seems jarring for a second ... like WHAT is she telling him to hold???
Or
In that case, I could change it to "It's nothing really." The smile vanished from his face.“How did you come about this injury?”
The smile vanished from his face.
“It’s nothing really,” he said, looking away. “Not a very good story.”
Or something like that. But to me "The smile vanished from his face" coming before the quote implies a pause before speaking.
I have several situations like this in the book. I've been breaking them up into separate paragraphs, so that a quoted line is always at the beginning of the paragraph. But would it be better to combined them up like so:
In journalism, it's perfectly acceptable to combine up such paragraphs (I'm a former journalist), but I don't know about fiction.I took out a fresh piece of wool and pressed it against the wound. “Hold this here for me,” I said. He put his hand over the wool, and I began winding a strip of fresh bandage around his head.
AND
The smile vanished from his face. “It’s nothing really,” he said, looking away. “Not a very good story.”