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We all have different ways of spelling colours.

Feedback would be done only out of the goodness of your heart, though not providing feedback is not an indication of the badness of your heart. And by badness I mean
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Okay then, I'm down with feedback now that I know the Whore of Babylon isn't involved, or at least clearly not involved with my feedback. Here. Right. Now.


A trifle heavy on the adjectives.

Men are notoriously easy to read

This inspired this for Lacy.

Overall, well written, defintely pulled in my attention (but I'm no paid pro writer). Looks like your bending towards writing in a fiction style to tell your story.

Ahhhhh, Moby.

A trifle heavy on the adjectives.

You are the first person to say anything critical. Thanks! I think I drove home the loneliness part a little hard, re-re-re-iterated a bit too much.

Looks like your bending towards writing in a fiction style to tell your story.

This is something I started in 2020, a storyline I've had in my head for over ten years. Different from the other piece I'm struggling to create writing , although there are a lot of aspects of Lacy's character that are built off my own life experiences.

You are the first person to say anything critical. Thanks!

You're welcome. You're lucky. I almost always save my critical for what critically concerns me through a close to compulsive exclusivity in execution.

This is something I started in 2020, a storyline I've had in my head for over ten years.

It's waaay past time to get it out of your head.

there are a lot of aspects of Lacy's character that are built off my own life experiences.

I read that in it. Many moons ago, I learned from direct experience that the discerning eye will always be able to see the life of the person, their experiences in what they create.

Sincerely,

One-of-Many-Claws
(my given native name)

the discerning eye will always be able to see the life of the person, their experiences in what they create

It really is the source of the creativity, otherwise it's just a technical craft.

On that topic, I picked up my guitar the other night and started playing some of my old songs. I amazed myself at how attuned I had been to my own neurosis and limiting beliefs. My lyrics said everything about me, but it took me decades to understand what it was that I already knew.