Okay, I'm trying to get back into the groove, writing wise. In order to this, I've decided that I need to write something, anything, every day. In order to help keep me honest, I'm going to turn to you, my flist. I'll be posting either snippets, or all of what I write that day, depending on what it is I write. If you don't see something from me, hit me up!
What brought this on? My beta basically said "Girl, seriously, you're rusty as an old nail. Go back, read your old shit, you know, from when you were a decent writer. Also, practice, because your voice, rhythm and style are all fucked up."
Okay, she was much nicer about it. Even with the bleeding her red pen did over my work because it was that awful, she was still very nice about it. I love my beta!
I did write something yesterday, so I'm back-dating this. It's the edited version, since I had already sent it to my beta. The full deal won't get posted until I've got a couple of chapters, at least, of this story under my belt.
To that end, may I present, a snippet from the prologue:
After dying her hair blonde in a pathetic attempt at spontaneity and rebellion, she was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. Starfleet hadn't been a choice, really; she had just decided to drive north until she ran out of patience or inspiration struck.
Inspiration, as it turned out, looked a lot like a Starfleet recruiter.