Not all that bad really
Hi Heather,
Sorry your post became a battleground for what appears to be an old dispute.
I thought I'd add a different voice and offer a bit of encouragement. Your story, with some clean-up, struck me as the sort of thing (length, pace, content) that might be published in the Penthouse Letters magazines I used to slink off to my bedroom with after mooching from my Dad's collection when he wasn't looking. The tales were quick, graphic ones usually with the flavor of, "You won't believe the incredible sexual encounter I had this one time when... ."
Depending on what your aspirations were for your story, you can take my assessment as an insult or a compliment. Frankly, Penthouse Letters stories weren't bad and I quite enjoyed them. To my way of thinking, they were a little like eating ramen noodles - easily prepared and quite satisfying.
People will enjoy your ramen noodles, Heather, because you took the time to make them and because they're hungry. You should get some measure of satisfaction in that. I tend to anyway.
To stretch my shitty metaphor even further: at its best, I think this site provides an opportunity for beginning writers like you and me to get really good at making ramen noodles then steadily hone our skills until we're making more sophisticated cuisine.
Heather: I look forward to nibbling on your noodles until the day I find you've unleashed a three-course meal.
Jenny, Erica, CWatson & SR71plt: lay down your swords. You've long since won our respect. You've got mine anyway.
Auden James: your pseudo-intellectual babble is giving me a headache. Please invest your energy in your own writing. From the look of your other thread, you have work to do and we both know it.
Cheers all,
-PacoFear
Hi Heather,
Sorry your post became a battleground for what appears to be an old dispute.
I thought I'd add a different voice and offer a bit of encouragement. Your story, with some clean-up, struck me as the sort of thing (length, pace, content) that might be published in the Penthouse Letters magazines I used to slink off to my bedroom with after mooching from my Dad's collection when he wasn't looking. The tales were quick, graphic ones usually with the flavor of, "You won't believe the incredible sexual encounter I had this one time when... ."
Depending on what your aspirations were for your story, you can take my assessment as an insult or a compliment. Frankly, Penthouse Letters stories weren't bad and I quite enjoyed them. To my way of thinking, they were a little like eating ramen noodles - easily prepared and quite satisfying.
People will enjoy your ramen noodles, Heather, because you took the time to make them and because they're hungry. You should get some measure of satisfaction in that. I tend to anyway.
To stretch my shitty metaphor even further: at its best, I think this site provides an opportunity for beginning writers like you and me to get really good at making ramen noodles then steadily hone our skills until we're making more sophisticated cuisine.
Heather: I look forward to nibbling on your noodles until the day I find you've unleashed a three-course meal.
Jenny, Erica, CWatson & SR71plt: lay down your swords. You've long since won our respect. You've got mine anyway.
Auden James: your pseudo-intellectual babble is giving me a headache. Please invest your energy in your own writing. From the look of your other thread, you have work to do and we both know it.
Cheers all,
-PacoFear