I've just been reading my story bits and plot holes aside, I think i'm doing an okay job so far. I've always been laboring under the illusion that I could write and its nice to finally see something concrete come out of it. I have ideas as to where I could take the plot and there's a lot of room for me mess around with.
Problem is, my skill at writing is akin to an apprentice artist trying to carve a masterpiece alabaster statue (the kind that generally involve a naked woman of some sort) using a sledgehammer and a broken broom handle. In other words, not very skilled at all. Take this paragraph for example:
"I reach my hand to wipe my forehead and this time it obeys without question. Only my forehead isn't what it touched. Instead, a mass of bandages seemed to be wrapped around my forehead. No, not just my forehead. I grope around to discover that my entire head is wrapped in linen and gauze. Makes sense I guess."
I'm pretty sure i've broken some literary law somewhere and the authorities are seconds away from crashing through my window and clubbing me to death with a Thesaurus.......
Nope, guess not. But still.
You do get my point. There's some serious editing required here. This whole forehead debacle makes it sound like my character is obsessed with receding hairlines. Oddly enough, thats not the direction I want to take the story in.
Suggestions are always welcome.
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Why do creative souls like me and you bother to keep writing? In the days when most people don't read beyond Harry Potter, His Dark Materials, and Tamora Pierce. When people wait for movie versions to render text versions trivial.
Maybe we'd be better off writing screenplays.
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