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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 30, 2007 14:44:24 GMT
Well, if you're writing but are lacking in inspiration, or think your work sucks, post an excerpt of the last thing you wrote here and see if anybody has some advice for you. Alternatively, you can just post parts of your works if you want to provide everyone with a sneak-peek of what is to come next. Just fill out this form whenever you post some of your writings:
[i]Title of piece:[/i]
[i]Type of writing:[/i] (poetry/prose, fiction/factual)
[i]What I'm looking for:[/i](comments/advice/constructive criticism)
We're not looking for whole stories in this thread, so only post a few paragraphs at a time. If you have a lot of work that you think needs improving, select the part that you think needs the most changes made to it.
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Sept 16, 2007 16:55:28 GMT
Title of piece: "It was humid the last time I saw ..."
Type of writing: prose, technically factual
What I'm looking for: Comments, if any. This was prompted by a writing exercise that I found. The text had to start with the aforementioned title. This is just a paragraph of the final piece that I wrote.
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It was humid the last time I saw my brother decline the offer of pudding. We were in Troyes, France, in early August and the weather had been particularly hot that day. All four of us had beads of sweat forming on our foreheads for the most part of the day, and in the early evening, when we left the cool, air-conditioned safety of the hotel, we stepped out into the street only to be buffeted by the heat wave. We walked down the road to a church, and within minutes, my feet started to burn up. I took off my supermarket-bought pumps and walked along the pavement barefoot. The church cast brilliant shadows; it’s walls were dirty and grotty, but the general shape and composition of the building was magnificent, ancient-looking. It was at least four centuries old. As soon as I stepped out of it’s shadow, however, my feet started to burn on the hot concrete of the pavement. I hopped around, alternating between shadow and bright, red-hot ground surfaces.
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 19, 2008 15:56:11 GMT
Well, I'm finally back to blogging and this is just a paragraph from my latest article.
Title of piece: N/A
Type of writing: article
What I'm looking for: comments or whatever - I don't really mind
... She then goes through a super-hair-colour-change and then, most bizarrely of all, shoots lasers out of her eyes to put out some dangerous sparks that are undoubtedly about to start a fire in the middle of the street. I'm sorry? What? Lasers + sparks does not equal nothing. It probably equals something along the lines of freaking lightning bolts or something. I really think that Supergirl needs a tactician to guide her in her actions, a bit like how the characters in the Fire Emblem game series are controlled by you, so they don't screw up and get massacred by bandits.
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