So it turns out drinking is a great way to write angry and sad chapters of books.
Last night I got wasted on whisky by myself for Burns Night and wrote the best diatribe I've ever written. I can't for the life of me remember writing it but reading it this morning impressed me. I must have churned out 1,500 words of eloquent anger in a couple of hours.
How do you use writing to justify your addictions /lit/?
Historical Fiction set in 1929 around the evacuation of the Scottish Isle of St Kilda. The moment where the main character (Finn, 15 year old) realises it was his own people that agreed to the evacuation.
Pls be nice anon.
By the way, I'm aware it reads somewhat like unedited stream-of-consciousness but I thought that added to the raw emotion that the character was feeling.
The only editing I did was grammar.
"Could they not see the recourse of their actions?"
It's not bad I guess. It doesn't really have as much pep as you think it does.
>Historical Fiction set in 1929
>cancer as a metaphor
It's not terrible, better than what you'd expect from someone black-out drunk but will need heavy editing.
Nah I hardly ever write - this is the first thing I've written and I'm only ~28k words in. I definitely read a lot more than I write seeing as I've been reading "proper" books all my life and only been writing for the past 6 months.
Fair enough - maybe I hyped it up a bit, bear in mind that this is the first bit of prose writing I've ever attempted and I'm not trying to hold it to a high standard. Perhaps you could give me some pointers, or are you just content with putting me down and then leaving?
Yeah actually I did cringe when reading that line. I was cautious about editing it as I wanted to preserve the writing as it was when I wrote it pissed. Maybe not a good idea in retrospect.