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I think I've found a problem with my writing, and it's similar to a lot of other problems I have in life: I don't think enough but just fire it off. My first child will probably be a result of this.
I received my first criticism and first extolment in the same day. I finally got "likes" for the first time on this forum, and this is the most attention anything I've ever written has gotten. I'm eager to keep going, and to do even better!
My thinking was to go beyond the sensational and into the literary. When you describe the "skimming off the top" sequence, you did so in narrative summary, and as you demonstrated, it worked well for not only conveying lots of information quickly, but for condensing time and even to add some...
Something I often say is that it's a matter of who you know. Literally.
Two-thousand five-hundred and ten people, or my daughter?
Well, sorry, Norfolk Island, my daughter comes first. I have zero responsibility to anyone but her.
With the trolley problem it's a bit easier. If I don't know any...
The connection between exposition and action cannot be overstated. I was reading a piece I myself wrote and I happened to land on a technique a couple of times. Here it is. Context is important so I copied a little more than may seem necessary:
A change of topic was the desperate but obvious...
...fact, he felt the same way. "Sure," he said.
Missy smiled at him, and Thomas knew he'd have made this same decision a thousand times over.
***
Thomas couldn't sleep. He was wired. Whatever switch in the brain there is that let's sleep come was not toggling, and Thomas's eyes felt...
...she just opened her little fingers, prying free one at the time, and allowed the dice, at their own pace, to tumble over onto the table.
***
"Verily, the crimson poppy hides within itself the black mark of death, yet is the wandering eye ensnared upon its comely petals...
...or attitude. The men needed to see hope, to see strength and confidence. He would be a pillar of these, that could be seen by anyone who looked.
***
Daniel expected to go out into the main room and find dreary faces reflecting on the impending danger. Instead he heard laughter. Boots...
...nothing more to say. He stood and gathered the sheafs of paper while Ilsa remained behind to clean up. It was time to address the townspeople.
***
Adam shouldn't have been with Felicity while setting his magical traps. They required concentration, sometimes immense concentration...
...scum. The horde would be arriving tomorrow though, to render this placid little vale into tumult.
It was coming, and it was multitudinous.
***
Moving with urgency, Adam returned to the inn to see Felicity sitting outside the entrance on her haunches, staring into the ether...
...The school bell couldn't ring soon enough, and problems languished unsolved on Thomas's worksheet. Homework was going to be a pain tomorrow.
***
Outside, fetching their bikes, Missy was watching her brother with compassion. He was obviously preoccupied with what had happened earlier...
...vision.
Missy grumbled over the last few dishes. Thomas came behind with the mop and cleared the mess before anyone got in trouble.
***
The time for the game was at hand. Intentionally, Thomas had lagged on his chores so Missy would finish first. They plopped themselves down...
...all. "Daddy," as she would call him, a personalized spell wrapped in a single word, wouldn't fair any better against her charms than Mother had.
***
The siblings went down the hall, Missy out in front where Thomas had yielded the lead even though they'd normally have fought so viciously...
...at the dessert counter and decided they could stay a few more minutes for a small treat. Doing battle with pernicites was hungry work, after all.
***
A knock came at the door and Felicity hissed, climbed up on the bed. Daniel grunted as she bumped against his leg.
"Who is it?"...
...at the dessert counter and decided they could stay a few more minutes for a small treat. Doing battle with pernicites was hungry work, after all.
***
A knock came at the door and Felicity hissed, climbed up on the bed. Daniel grunted as she bumped against his leg.
"Who is it?"...
The sensation of his sword slipping easily through Felicity's delicate rib-cage was still fresh in Daniel's mind. If it had been a vivid dream, he might have forgotten about it within a couple of hours, no matter how real it had seemed. This had been different. Everyone saw it, and remembered...
Thomas couldn't stand it any longer. He'd been trying for the past ten minutes to make a dramatic finish to the scout, but Missy kept rejecting every killing blow and making the pernicite scout more and more powerful.
Standing, Thomas slapped the table. The dice clattered, tea and soda...