I'm both happy and somewhat leery that you've started writing so much again. You're getting my hopes up for no reason, aren't you? I'm on to you.
Excellent work as usual. Your prose makes me waggle my fist in jealousy. But what kind of scares me is-- and I don't know if it'll just be exclusive to this fic.-- you seem to be getting even better.
So you always have a knack, bordering on genius, for conveying atmosphere and mood in your writing IMO, but you do it in a way that's very bare-bones but ridiculously appropriate. I prefer it, respect it, admire it, worship it, etc. etc. and I like that sort of writing over shit that's over the board descriptive; I liken it to guitar playing where you say more with fewer notes. So this particular line really stood out for me:
"But Akira remembered the music of the wind chime as the trailing paper tail spun, the breath of wind wafting through the verandah door, the soft clink of the stones and the warm voice of--"
Because it's still distinctly you, at least at first, but it was one of those moments when I had to do a double-take and re-read it because at the same time it was not you; it was distinct and vivid in my mind's eye, even moreso than a bunch of other ridiculously artsy-fartsy crap with flowery adjectives or whatever that other people tend to employ. I didn't know you had that in your repertoire cause you haven't really exploited it a lot, a well-defined description of a particular scene, so it caught me by surprise.
Bottom line is I'm scared that you're this good.
I know we had a discussion about why you aren't trying to get published and what not but shit, you're fucking head and shoulders above a lot of the authors I read in my spare time. And it's always interesting to see how writing affects people differently cause it's super likely you didn't have any of these intentions while writing that bit.
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Excellent work as usual. Your prose makes me waggle my fist in jealousy. But what kind of scares me is-- and I don't know if it'll just be exclusive to this fic.-- you seem to be getting even better.
So you always have a knack, bordering on genius, for conveying atmosphere and mood in your writing IMO, but you do it in a way that's very bare-bones but ridiculously appropriate. I prefer it, respect it, admire it, worship it, etc. etc. and I like that sort of writing over shit that's over the board descriptive; I liken it to guitar playing where you say more with fewer notes. So this particular line really stood out for me:
"But Akira remembered the music of the wind chime as the trailing paper tail spun, the breath of wind wafting through the verandah door, the soft clink of the stones and the warm voice of--"
Because it's still distinctly you, at least at first, but it was one of those moments when I had to do a double-take and re-read it because at the same time it was not you; it was distinct and vivid in my mind's eye, even moreso than a bunch of other ridiculously artsy-fartsy crap with flowery adjectives or whatever that other people tend to employ. I didn't know you had that in your repertoire cause you haven't really exploited it a lot, a well-defined description of a particular scene, so it caught me by surprise.
Bottom line is I'm scared that you're this good.
I know we had a discussion about why you aren't trying to get published and what not but shit, you're fucking head and shoulders above a lot of the authors I read in my spare time. And it's always interesting to see how writing affects people differently cause it's super likely you didn't have any of these intentions while writing that bit.