Glad I made someone laugh ;) But honestly...I never realised how much I used it. I need to stop.
I find it difficult too and I've had to pay attention to how accomplished writers do it. It's part of that whole 'invisible' writing thing - we don't know how to do it because it's invisible writing - we don't notice it.
I still don't get how it's done. And I'm not a visual person.
See - commentaries are fun! :)
Maybe...my sister thought I was pretty negative, which I was, even though objectively I can see this is a good story. I just...I feel like I need to make sure I point out more what's wrong than what's right. I don't feel like I can say I did something well. This is probably where the feedback comes in, I need the outside validation. I can feel good about a story, but if it doesn't get much response, well I must've been wrong and I suck.
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I like one I came up with (as opposed to pinching), The Sex Life of Punctuation, but it'll never be finished.
We seem to always equate orphans with children. I liked the thought.
Me too.
So many things come from my mother.
More Kat cliché: unravelling, loose threads (and buttons). Probably not surprising that I suck at sewing.
Ha ha!
Glad I made someone laugh ;) But honestly...I never realised how much I used it. I need to stop.
I find it difficult too and I've had to pay attention to how accomplished writers do it. It's part of that whole 'invisible' writing thing - we don't know how to do it because it's invisible writing - we don't notice it.
I still don't get how it's done. And I'm not a visual person.
See - commentaries are fun! :)
Maybe...my sister thought I was pretty negative, which I was, even though objectively I can see this is a good story. I just...I feel like I need to make sure I point out more what's wrong than what's right. I don't feel like I can say I did something well. This is probably where the feedback comes in, I need the outside validation. I can feel good about a story, but if it doesn't get much response, well I must've been wrong and I suck.