And now… le Muffled drum moronics
Feb. 9th, 2011 03:37 pmGoertz moved quietly across the quiet street, unseen by the coachman, who had gone to press the bell. He pulled open the off-side door and stepped into the carriage. “Not a sound, Herr Eichel,” he said. “Call your coachman back, quiet now.”
We GET it. It's quiet. TOO QUIET
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Rudolph’s eyes raked over the man beneath him, savoring and learning what he once must have known every bit as well as his own body
Don't you hate it when eyes grow elbow? (this, apparently, is "dangling modifier, how to do it.")
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Date: 2011-02-09 04:23 pm (UTC)Sshhh! Keep it down!
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Date: 2011-02-09 05:09 pm (UTC)It's not the elbows that get me, it's the eyes brandishing a garden implement. You do have some interesting figures of speech.
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Date: 2011-02-09 09:43 pm (UTC)I think we both need beta readers that can spot stuff like that, seriously, I think all writers do stuff like that. My favorite one was a pair of jeans wearing tattoos from a friend's story years back. I pointed it out to him and he was mortified he'd missed it in self edits.
Hell, come to it, I just need a beta reader. Mine vanished into the nothing two years ago.
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