I said I was going to do something new with my blogs, and here it is: I want to get your guys' opinion on my writing as I go along with it. Not only do I read, edit, re-read, and edit over and over again as I'm working on something, but I don't really get any other opinions while I'm working on it. Other than my sisters' of course, because what's great and scary about being a writer all at the same tiem is that you're being vulnerable when you let other people see your work.
I have a tough skin when it comes to comments, criticism, and rejection of my writing but at the same time there's always a part of you that wants to hear the positive things about the piece you share. That being said, I want to start sharing some of my writing and I'm starting it off with an excerpt of the first chapter to Reagan, which is part of a side-story series to my sisters' and my Quadruple or Nothing series. That being said, I want to comments and criticism, what did you like, what didn't you like? Did you think it was confusing, did you understand what I was trying to do? I know it's a really short portion but every bit of feedback helps.
Reagan: First Chapter excerpt.
“Oh my god! That stinks!”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m surprised the paint isn’t peeling.”
The young couple stared at each other incredulously. From where he tucked himself into the corner of the room, Nic Strong held his shirt up over his nose, fingertips squeezing his nostrils shut. His green eyes were locked onto his girlfriend, widened with slight horror. Reagan Jacoby, on the other hand, perched casually on the end of her bed. Her lips twitched at the corners as she fought hard not to laugh.
“Nic, it’s not that bad,” she said, hoping to pacify her boyfriend.
“Not that bad? I think all of my nose hairs got burned off!” His eyes continued to widen as the seconds passed. He thrust a hand out towards her and waved it up and down, effectively fanning the air. “You could’ve warned me at least.” Seeing his efforts weren’t coming to fruition, he changed tactics and lowered his shirt from his nose, rapidly fanning it back and forth. “Geez, now I know why girls get so upset when we drop a stink bomb.”
A peal of laughter escaped Reagan’s lips and she flopped back onto her bed. “God, I’m sorry. Okay. Next time I’ll warn you earlier so you have ample time to protect yourself.” At Nic’s sigh of relief, another giggle escaped the raven haired girl’s lips and she reached over to the night stand to pick up the bottle she had put down at his initial horrified reaction. She rolled it back and forth between her hands a couple of times before unscrewing the cap once more since his initial outburst of repulsion. “It’s just nail polish. It’s not going to kill you.”
“Then why does it have a warning label?” He finally lowered his shirt against his chest, inching closer to her.
“Whatever.” Reagan dabbed the brush coated in bright red nail polish against her toes. “You big baby.”
So, let me know what you think. Independence Day is coming up and I hope you guys have a great holiday!
Loves anything red. Rock music, playing the guitar, drawing, writing, tattoos, and sports are some of my interests and hobbies. I like to laugh, I like to think I'm funny. I talk a lot...just a warning.