Sienna thought she looked familiar.
Was it a guest appearance from a celebrity or something? I’m intrigued. Maybe she’s going to be a new character or?
Because her voice is pretty unique sounding, she could be a stand-out addition to the show!
I’ll check Reddit later. Maybe after Christmas dinner…
OOo… is that beer over there? Partaay! 🎉
Oh, how long have I been asleep? I need to make sure I’ve done my streak for today.
Oh…
Streak = 💀
I think he kind of has, in a way.
He was considered one of the best at the time. Deserves more flowers, imo.
It’s crazy how we don’t talk about his catalogue more, his Wiley diss, Fuck Radio, OT, The Movement.
His legendary freestyle with Deeperman:
I know y’all like to stay locked into a certain distance, but zooming out gives you a lot of leeway to build the story.
As long as you keep any change in narrative distance separated, it’s absolutely fine.
If you write something like this in a single sentence:
While she was scrambling around on the floor for food, police officers interrogated people in the centre of town.
That’s when it becomes tricky. Whipping back and forth in a single sentence. Whipping back and forth in a single paragraph.
Try and block your narration out. Use blocks to build rather than mixing everything into a single brick.
i gave my mannyscript to my best friend chad and he spat on it and set fire to it and then kicked it out the window
is this a sign from the universe that I should quit writing and do something different?
im kind of feeling like it was a fair review now because he is a renowned literary critic…
if it doesn’t work out, i can’t go back to the grill. any suggestions for jobs? thanks xx
I swear half of y’all on here write like this. Notice how I’m not really saying anything? I’m waffling about shite and being extra purple for no reason at all. You don’t need to do this, man. All you have to do is dial it back.
Sobering beams and shit. What the hell, man?
Please, if you do this, find a way to control it. Be precise. Make sense.
That ending was unnerving as shit, man.
Hollyoaks do good stuff sometimes. But you know they’ll ruin the mystery of it in the next episode probably.
The idea of Ste just disappearing, never to be seen again. No clue as to what happened.
Get rid of the “ing words”!
Then they stop writing natural, simultaneous actions. Instead of a perfectly normal line like "He storms out, slamming the door," they get paranoid and write: "He storms out. He slams the door." It makes the script read like a children's book.
If the only feedback you can offer a new writer is hitting 'Ctrl+F' to look for "ing" words, you aren't actually helping them improve their craft. It’s like people discover this one entry-level rule on a blog somewhere, wrap it around a bat, and just beat beginners over the head with it. It’s the ultimate lazy critique tool. Instead of looking at the story, the character, or the actual flow of the scene, they just go on a mindless power trip over a suffix.
Ugh. Imagine reading a script without any “ing” words. Absolutely terrible.
Fix up. And let’s start giving advice that actually matters.
it’s not for everybody, but I’ve had very good feedback from family and friends and they all loved how deep and sensual it was. thoughts?
then i woke up
Dan Brown:
Grabbing the gilded frame, the seventy-six-year-old man heaved the masterpiece toward himself until it tore from the wall and Saunière collapsed backward in a heap beneath the canvas.
Look at this rubbish, man.
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Then, Brandon Sanderson:
Lord Tresting frowned, glancing up at the ruddy midday sky as his servants scuttled forward, opening a parasol over Tresting and his distinguished guest
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Both of them is clunked out. Does anybody care? No. I actually like the construction of Sanderson’s prose there, so I might be talking out of pocket.
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Rowling:
Shortly after midnight, her long-term boyfriend, Matthew, had proposed to her under the statue of Eros in the middle of Piccadilly Circus. In the giddy relief following her acceptance, he confessed that he had been planning to pop the question in the Thai restaurant where they just had eaten dinner, but that he had reckoned without the silent couple beside them, who had eavesdropped on their entire conversation.
What a mess, man.
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Keith R.A. DeCandido:
As the slavering, hairy beast came charging out of Apartment 2W, Detective First Grade Domenica Kiernan was annoyed to realize that she was going to have to use her last silver bullet. Her fellow member of the NYPD’s Supernatural Crimes Unit, Detective Third Grade Liam Grullon, and three of the four uniformed patrol officers from the 10th Precinct who’d accompanied them on this arrest in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan, moved to tackle the beast.
What a crammed mess!
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The main point being, don’t beat yourself up over a single clunky line. Books are made of words, bruh. Trust me, plenty more clunk where that came from.
Goodnight!