Because I have to kick start my brain . . .
I'm going back to polish off a novel I started writing in '96. The book is finished, but, in its current state, it's confused shit. So what I'm doing over the course of the next few days is going end to end on it. Reading it as straight through as I can, making short edits on the fly. It's my hope that when I get to the end of this it'll be in more respecatble shape so I can look my creative self in the eye again.
Because I love all of you so very, very much, I'm going to drop the most visceral chunks of each section out here for you to criticize and humiliate me.
Enjoy:
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Then -- her limbs lashed out, a harpy's howl of agony as her extremities reached toward forever -- she turned for Jeremy, she shrieked. Wide, white eyes blazed . . . pupils pinpricks, corneas electric with blood. She pulled her hair out of her head with her hands. Her eyebrows smoldered. The fever of her skin set her tears to steam. Thick, blue veins throbbed along her neck and facial lines. Her tongue -- as long as her hand, split to its root -- gored itself on the jagged knives of her distorted, yammering mouth.
Because I love all of you so very, very much, I'm going to drop the most visceral chunks of each section out here for you to criticize and humiliate me.
Enjoy:
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Then -- her limbs lashed out, a harpy's howl of agony as her extremities reached toward forever -- she turned for Jeremy, she shrieked. Wide, white eyes blazed . . . pupils pinpricks, corneas electric with blood. She pulled her hair out of her head with her hands. Her eyebrows smoldered. The fever of her skin set her tears to steam. Thick, blue veins throbbed along her neck and facial lines. Her tongue -- as long as her hand, split to its root -- gored itself on the jagged knives of her distorted, yammering mouth.
frustrated