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Um...20th April...[^]
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oh yeah, that must be where I heard it.
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I had to check my records to see if I had posted it already!
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That's a good one. Did you think of it all by yourself? Is it original?
I guess I'll google to see...
Guess not...
Google started typing for me and found the phrase and numerous links and...
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Well, it was a good one. +1
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Would he change a Fe?
Mongo: Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
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This super hero was originally called Ion Man which was a more positive role model, I feel.
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If he only removed his bottom half, he'd be Toe-Knee Stark naked.
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:groan:
Software Zen: delete this;
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It's the very first time I've seen that photo
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So I'm writing a murder novel. Here's a snippet. I'd like your feedback please.
Sorry, the formatting isn't too good...
The Priest turned on his cell phone and it immediately buzzed. He tapped the instant message icon and saw a new unread message from the day before:
"As Elijah was taken to heaven, so shall we. Praise be to God. I suggest you read
2 Kings 2:11"."
"Thank you, I will Brother." he replied, "God Bless"
He tapped the delete icon and the message disappeared. He then turned off the phone, opened the cover, and removed the SIM chip, dropped it into the toilet and flushed. He got dressed and left, dropping the burn phone into his neighbor’s trash.
20 minutes later he exited the 40 onto St. Joseph’s Drive and pulled into the parking lot of the Archdiocese of Santa Fe Catholic Center, parked and went inside. The Center consisted of a typical brick church with thick mahogany doors and a steeple, a rectory, and a Bible study center. In the study center there was a reading room and he pulled open the door and went in. There were a few people sitting at tables reading and working on laptops, and no one paid him any attention, save for the one casual glance as he walked by. It was not unusual for the general public to come use the Center’s study room for personal or educational study. It was well lit, quite, and out of the way – all good reasons for he used it for his purposes.
There was a collection of old gilded bibles and other study materials on wooden shelves against the back wall. He removed a large King James Bible from the bottom row and flipped open to 2 Kings 2:11. In between the sheaves of manuscript was an 8" x 11" sealed envelope with no markings. He removed it, replaced the bible, and left.
He returned to the car and tore the end off the envelope and tipped it up, sliding out the contents. In the envelope was a 5" x 7" photo of an older Japanese man, and 3" x 5" card with a Japanese name and an address typed on it, and nothing else. He didn’t expect there to be more, as there never was.
The Priest was really a nickname he had acquired while in the Special Forces. Like most SpecOps guys he was proficient in a number of trades, but his religious principles had been something unique to him in his team, and the other members had taken to calling him "Father" and then later "Priest". Some would even come talk to him when the chaplain wasn’t around. He maintained his faith and biblical studies while in the Army, but after he got out he gradually drifted away. 12 years of traveling the world taking lives while risking your own hardens a person and he gradually lost his faith.
After leaving the Army he had been recruited by the CIA, and the name Priest, and his religious background were good cover. Anyone who might actually intercept his text messages and tried to make something of it wouldn’t find the name unusual given his past.
He studied the photo and the address and 10 minutes later had them committed it to memory. He got out of the car with the photo and card, pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit both on fire, dropped them to the ground, and watched them burn down to nothing. He stomped out the remaining flame and scattered the ashes to the breeze with his foot.
He got back in his car and pulled away, wondering what this Japanese guy had done to deserve a visit from him.
If it's not broken, fix it until it is
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What, no dinosaurs?
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They're in the chapter after the one on Bacon
If it's not broken, fix it until it is
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Phew!
I might read it then!
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Well, if you want my opinion:
it's too narrative
the use of past tense weakens the narrative
needs more "what is the character thinking and feeling"
For example:
Kevin Marois wrote: The Priest was really a nickname he had acquired while in the Special Forces. Like most SpecOps guys he was proficient in a number of trades, but his religious principles had been something unique to him in his team, and the other members had taken to calling him “Father” and then later “Priest”.
vs.
"His unique religious principles earned him the nickname The Priest by his Special Forces teammates."
Also consider more "seeing through the eyes of the character and what he's thinking a feeling."
For example:
Kevin Marois wrote: In the study center there was a reading room and he pulled open the door and went in. There were a few people sitting at tables reading and working on laptops, and no one paid him any attention, save for the one casual glance as he walked by.
vs.
"A quick glance of the study center eased his tension, seeing only a few people sitting at tables, too immersed in their laptops to even notice him as he casually strolled over to the bookshelf of gilded bibles, ironically the drop point for his orders."
But I'm not a writer, so take my comments with a grain (or two) of salt!
Marc
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Wow, good input.. I like it
Thanks
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Marc Clifton wrote: the use of past tense weakens the narrative
Most fiction tends to be written in the past tense, to the extent that I find fiction written in the present tense really annoying.
I've only read a couple of books written in the present tense, and I've spent more time being annoyed at the tense than enjoying the book.
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined."
- Homer
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Seconded.
And doing a novel in present tense or first-person is like a design decision in software... Plan for it from the beginning, and pick the one that's most appropriate, or it'll bite you later.
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It's interesting and what I would add is that the writing has something of a staccato feel to it.
This may be what you are aiming for however my preference is for more flowing prose.
Your use of 'He' to start a sentence may not be necessary, as we know who you are referring to e.g 'He opened the door and walked out into the hall' can be 'Opening the door and walking out into the hall'.
I am not a writer so you probably know much more about the trade than I do, but I thought I would give my opinion if it helps
“That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed without evidence.”
― Christopher Hitchens
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I certainly helps. Thank you
If it's not broken, fix it until it is
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Good tips from the others... I'll add a few of my own.
When you're writing prose, especially fiction, try to pay attention to the flow and rhythm of the text. Read it aloud to yourself at a conversational pace, and rhythm issues will usually stand out. Remember, commas are pauses, so make sure they match the way you're reading it and vice-versa. If you feel silly reading it, maybe it needs a few tweaks. If you feel like Morgan Freeman narrating a movie, you're probably on the right track
On the pronoun side, Guy had a good point about starting so many sentences with "He". I had to work through that problem in my own writing. Think of a few different ways to refer to a given character, and try not to use the same one twice in a row. Often, you can avoid referring directly to the character at all, if it's obvious who's performing an action, or pushing it later in the sentence to make it flow the way you want.
Example: "With a quick tap of the delete icon, the message disappeared. With practiced ease, he opened up the back cover and flushed the SIM chip down the toilet."
The other thing that interrupts the flow, to some degree, is the use of numbers. As I was taught, the general rule for numbers is that you spell it out whenever it's three or less syllables. Obviously there are exceptions to that (Kings 2:11 would still use numerals, for example), and it's always your choice whether to follow, bend, or break the rules (It's about your vision and creativity, after all). Just notice that when you skim over the text, the numbers are usually what stands out the most. Sometimes you want that, and sometimes you don't.
As for the story itself, the only thing that jarred me a little was the bible. A church library would, I assume, have many copies of the bible... How did he know which one? I'm sure he and his contact have those details worked out, but it might be worth a few words. Little details like that can add flavor to the narrative.
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Wow, excellent feedback.
Thank you
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I was going to say much the same about pronouns, though with less advice about how to work around it (not much writing experience here.)
With regard to your comment about numbers, I was always taught that you should spell out anything that is one or two digits, and use numerals for anything bigger. When I compare that to your rule though, I realize that they are basically the same, just worded differently. I found that interesting.
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Ian Shlasko wrote: If you feel like Morgan Freeman narrating a movie, you're probably on the right track Just on the off-chance that people here haven't seen this, clickity[^].
The United States invariably does the right thing, after having exhausted every other alternative. -Winston Churchill
America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between. -Oscar Wilde
Wow, even the French showed a little more spine than that before they got their sh*t pushed in.[^] -Colin Mullikin
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