|I also speel gud|
I remember now that I'd read something... some piece of writing advice(like I do) and I'd decided to Improve My Writing by incorporating this advice into my style.
The result? I completely lost my voice.
I read the first couple chapters and it was like someone else wrote it.
With a limited vocabulary and stunted imagination!
Maybe someone in a coma, or perhaps this is what it would be like if a zombie tried to write a novella. A novella about zombies.
Bad. So bad.
I'm sure my skill set has changed, improved since last summer. With the revision letters, I'm getting an idea of my problem areas and learning what I need to do to address. All that is good, but I've come to the conclusion that in trying so hard to WRITE RIGHT, I sabotaged myself.
Gearing up to rewrite it now, and actually excited to do so, but so dismayed at this feat of ridiculousness I perpetrated like... six months ago.
Lesson learned. If it ain't broke, stop messing with it! Work on craft, not on voice. I've got my voice, and I'm comfortable with it. I like it. Now I need to concentrate on effective storytelling.