The guy who composed the test was writing Hobbit stories for his sisters - one year ago. Now after the course, his book reading, and essay in the parish thunder, he has unshackled, full of rules and snipe aimed at former contemporaries. Next phase he'll go ironic on himself, and write funny hobbits. Life stories are to come in phase four..
I have no idea what you meant, but I like how you said it. (That's what people said about Ronald Reagan, and look where it got him. Before he died, I mean....)
[opinion follows, no more no less] It's been my observation (oversimplifying here) that there are three general levels of awareness and they are inherent in what we've learned to date, not inherent in a difference in intelligence. They are simply this: level one, you don't see the things that differ between skilled and unskilled writing. Level two, you know the rules but people at this stage often dismiss them, are annoyed by them, or follow them and find they do improve one's writing. And the third level is seeing the bigger picture, the rules are not rules, they allow a new writer to see and articulate different elements of writing fiction which distinguish skilled and unskilled writing. [/opinion]
Are we writing the same story? That's pretty much the exact same as for me (except I scored an 88). Also, I only have one character (so far). Now, my story isn't finished yet, and it won't be novel-length, but still...
Unfortunately, the older you get, the louder the white noise gets! Conversations around our house get pretty funny when neither of us can come up with the word we want ...till ten minutes after it was needed. Strangely enough, this doesn't happen to me much when I'm writing, only speaking. And usually at the start of a conversation, not once I get into it. It's almost as if my brain starts out at the other side of town, and needs to catch a bus to get home. I get there, but it takes a while.
Reflections It looked in the mirrored reflection on the glass covering the picture of it's long lost parent's. Father looked so much like Mordock Saal'am'near, the evil warlock of Bale. Cyan colored eyes glimmered back from beneath the flowing brown hair, matching the traits of the figures depicted. There was something else noticeable in the face. But, that would remain a mystery for later. The prophecy said once love graced the idiom inside it's heart, there would finally be peace throughout North Korea. Oh, but none of that mattered. It was about to have dinner with the main character, who's true name was a mystery. He was like a mentor to it. Looking up from the picture, it tried to focus the big Cyan colored eyes at the magical elf. "Would you like a drink? We have some lovely Xeld'zad'quire, called wine in the human tongue." "Shoot heck frick butt yeah, I would!" --------- How many points do I get?
@zoupskim I want first dibs on the ARC when HarperCollins buy it for a hundred zillion gabillion pounds.
I know. I was tempted to swap English Language for nomenclature, but thought that would take the joke a little too far.
