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poire_gourmande) wrote2013-03-04 09:58 am
poire_gourmande) wrote2013-03-04 09:58 am
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I'm back + Writing exercise 1 - Do you love me?
So, I’m trying to improve my writing because Bobby convince me I could write a novel, and I’m gonna start posting some original fiction - writing exercises or short stories. I'm also back to reading my friend list because I did a huge purge of everything that bored me on it.
Concrit on my writing is much appreciated.
This one is from a prompt I found online, “Do you love me?”
Word count: 231
Rating: PG
”Do you love me?”
She had the brillant idea to ask me this while I was driving - not the best time for a lenghty reflexion about the nature of love and the nature of my feelings for her.
I kept my eyes on the road, pretending to be absorbed in switching lanes or something.
“Of course I do, baby, you know that,” I said distractedly, trying to defuse the bomb.
“Well, you never tell me!”
“I tell you all the time!” I chuckled defensively, trying to remember the last time I told her.
But she was right. I couldn’t remember saying I loved her a single time.
The truth is, I didn’t really know if I loved her. I liked being with her well enough, and we had chemistry, but could I really see myself with her for the next two, five, twenty years?
I tried to imagine myself, twenty years older, with her in her forties, maybe with a couple of kids running around.
And I felt imprisoned. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. I was stuck in a car going fast on the interstate with her. I was stuck in a life going even faster with her.
And the only thought inside my mind was how I wouldn’t mind dying in a car accident right then and there.
At least I wouldn’t have to break up with her.
Concrit on my writing is much appreciated.
This one is from a prompt I found online, “Do you love me?”
Word count: 231
Rating: PG
”Do you love me?”
She had the brillant idea to ask me this while I was driving - not the best time for a lenghty reflexion about the nature of love and the nature of my feelings for her.
I kept my eyes on the road, pretending to be absorbed in switching lanes or something.
“Of course I do, baby, you know that,” I said distractedly, trying to defuse the bomb.
“Well, you never tell me!”
“I tell you all the time!” I chuckled defensively, trying to remember the last time I told her.
But she was right. I couldn’t remember saying I loved her a single time.
The truth is, I didn’t really know if I loved her. I liked being with her well enough, and we had chemistry, but could I really see myself with her for the next two, five, twenty years?
I tried to imagine myself, twenty years older, with her in her forties, maybe with a couple of kids running around.
And I felt imprisoned. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. I was stuck in a car going fast on the interstate with her. I was stuck in a life going even faster with her.
And the only thought inside my mind was how I wouldn’t mind dying in a car accident right then and there.
At least I wouldn’t have to break up with her.
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And I can't wait to write your novel :) btw if you've got any tips about writing, i'd be glad to hear them :D
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1) Don't let your inner editor out until the end. Haha. If you edit before you're done, you're never going to finish lol
2) Don't focus on word count. It's better to write all your thoughts and have an amazing long short-story than to force yourself to hit a specific word count and then have a bogged-down, slow-moving, over described novel that'll put people to sleep haha.
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*break up, no hyphen ;)
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and yeah, i forgot to wake up, this morning XD fixed!