It's going well. Have some replies. Not necessarily sure on how to better myself. But it is good. I am a ***** for feedback, be it lurid or helping to understand how this fiction works. That has yet to really come through in splashes, but Rome was not built with a cliche.
It's taken me a year to flesh out parts of the first ten pages of Sense Junkie, and in the past few hours I have written just about four pages. I haven't done it hardcore; when a burst of inspiration arrives, I start hammering, and when I start gassing, then I stop for a little while. Many ideas for sequences in the past two evenings. I think they will work as wonderful assets in the breaking of Cynthia's mind.
Red also made sure to tell me not to dumb myself down for it. I am not actively trying to brandish an entire catalog of potential terms, but I am using what I feel is natural to my more dense prose.
This piece is much more texture based, more about richness and full body rather than short stabbing observations. This one is more a project of passion than my last writing, which was more a thought experiment let loose. Still. I wrote four thousand rambling words of tickling fiction and don't feel a bit as though I have sullied myself or cheapened myself.
Exercise was a success thus far.
Hopefully my white whale will be as well.
It's taken me a year to flesh out parts of the first ten pages of Sense Junkie, and in the past few hours I have written just about four pages. I haven't done it hardcore; when a burst of inspiration arrives, I start hammering, and when I start gassing, then I stop for a little while. Many ideas for sequences in the past two evenings. I think they will work as wonderful assets in the breaking of Cynthia's mind.
Red also made sure to tell me not to dumb myself down for it. I am not actively trying to brandish an entire catalog of potential terms, but I am using what I feel is natural to my more dense prose.
This piece is much more texture based, more about richness and full body rather than short stabbing observations. This one is more a project of passion than my last writing, which was more a thought experiment let loose. Still. I wrote four thousand rambling words of tickling fiction and don't feel a bit as though I have sullied myself or cheapened myself.
Exercise was a success thus far.
Hopefully my white whale will be as well.
