“The ocean grew us up, rubbed us raw and spat us out.” (WIP)
So Emo-Ocean-Book is going well. I’ve revised up to chapter 10 (of 34). It’s funny this book thing, some days everything works and flows (see lovey gushing post) other days I tinker with the same scene too scared to move onto the next. Each time I go to write a whole new scene I feel like I need a run up. I spend maybe a day dreading it, another day thinking it out and then, if I’m lucky, start writing it. Then rewriting it.
Things I’m learning. Adverbs. Kill them all dead.
Also the word ‘that’ can generally be removed from any sentence.
I recently read Stephen King’s On Writing (highly recommend this to everyone) here are some favourite quotes. (Apologies this post is going nowhere my brain is soup)
“In many cases when a reader puts a story aside because it ‘got boring,’ the boredom arose because the writer grew enchanted with his powers of description and lost sight of his priority, which is to keep the ball rolling.”
“You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.”
“Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.”
“I have spent a good many years since—too many, I think—being ashamed about what I write. I think I was forty before I realized that almost every writer of fiction or poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent. If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that’s all.”
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