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Editing and Personal Judgement Of Our Own Works Beholden asked me what makes me judge some of my writing as âcrappy.â I think that is a very fair question, so I shall look at the piece this comment was made in relation to and dissect what I wrote. Excerpt: The dreams were some of the worst he had had since they had first discovered the body of Father Peake in the schoolâs chapel (âin the schoolâs chapelâ is not needed; that was mentioned earlier, so it is just padding). Fire and death and blood and pain. (this sentence fragment would work better as a separate paragraph for emphasis)That was all he could remember, but he still woke up with the sheets curled into a ball between his legs and his fist thrust so deep into his mouth that he had drawn blood with his teeth. He stared at the alarm clock beside the bed; the green numbers flashed at him (comma needed here) â12:00â over and over. He shook his head (why did he shake his head? Needs more emotional input)and fumbled for his watch. That also flashed with the â12:00â at him. He shook his head (not needed for a second time, especially without associated emotion). Power failure and watch battery broken? (Feels too emotionless, like this coincidence just happened and doesnât arouse even curiosity) He grunted to himself and pulled himself to his feet, dragging the sheets with him, as he made his way towards the kitchen where the battery operated wall clock â a gift from his mother when he had moved out of home â stood over the serving counter. The second hand was not moving. That and both the other hands were all pointing directly upwards. He felt a tingle run through the hairs of his spine and he shivered a little. (needs more physical response) âAh yes, time does indeed stand still,â came a voice from behind him. He turned quickly and immediately moved backwards until the small of his back painfully hit the counter. (needs more mental input) There was no-one there. (Still too subdued. Probably could also be a standalone paragraph) His eyes darted about his surroundings like a frightened a (this âaâ not needed) rabbit but he was quite definitely alone. But (âAnd yetâ works better here) he was not alone. He could feel (weak word; sense plus modifiers would work better) that some-one else was here, and that that voice had not been the product of an over-active imagination. âBut for you (comma needed here) time will not.â That voice was coming from his bedroom (was it coming from there before? Clarification needed as to whether that was the case or it had moved). âYou will live with your decisions forever.â He walked carefully forwards (another weak word; of course he was walking forwards!), each step feeling as though he was moving through molasses. He so wanted to turn and run, to flee this place, but he also wanted to know what was going on (need more emotional depth here). After his conversation with Brother Nicholas the previous day and what he had seen in Michaelâs house, he was not sure he knew what exactly was going on here⊠or even if he wanted to know. But he did want to know⊠Of course he did⊠(The ellipses are probably not necessary; in fact, this feels too muted emotionally) He paused at the door, slightly ajar (reads awkwardly, like itâs he who is slightly ajar), the last barrier between himself and whatever lay behind it. âMake the right decision. Our lives depend on it,â the voice said, now filled with emotion. (What emotion? This is tell, not show) He pushed open the door (more description needed to up the tension)and stared (emotionless). Laying (Should be âLyingâ) on the bed was a figure he recognised. Thinner, with less hair, a lined, drawn face and dull, lifeless eyes, but still recognisable. And (âAndâ not needed here)if he did not know better, he would have sworn he was staring at himself twenty years older⊠(But heâs already recognised the person, not a âif he didnât know betterâ situation; also, the ellipsis is not necessary) And now (âAnd nowâ feels clunky and almost tense-hopping) he screamed, and he screamed and he could not stop screamingâŠ(ellipsis not necessary) So, that is how I read it now with the eyes of someone more than thirty years further into a writing journey. As an editor, this is the bare minimum I would do to this passage (and I normally do it in Word using the ânotesâ function), and, remember, this is one of the better passages from this particular novel. So, I hope that explains where I am coming from when I say that something needs work and is crappy. I am not precious about my own work â I know I still have a long way to go to be a good writer. No matter how much I have had traditionally published, there is always room for improvement. |