Getting sozzled and trying to write anything, doesn't really work. I had a fairly good idea and then the sherry (and the single malt) turned it into tripe.
I'm pretty sure that drunk writing does not excuse bad writing: silly spelling errors that are gigglesome sure, but awful pacing and trite dialogue is no-one's idea of fun. I am not sure I can
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I still can't believe we live in adjacent valleys!
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And you realise that we have to meet up now don't you? There is simply no excuse. In fact, *if* your husband comes from Abercrave then we are probably related somehow...
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Husband's family are from Morriston and Gorseinon - no Abercrave connections that I know of, I'm afraid! We ended up living here because it was cheap. And pretty.
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Annoyingly, my child sized bladder chose to wake me at 6.30 this morning. Decided that I probably was still slightly pished, I've been working on the fic ever since.
Lol, you have my permission to publish the emails if you like!
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Mine really is too agonisingly bad to be allowed to see the light of day. If you thought my spag was bad when I was sober... There are whole sentences that are just so much frogspawn. ( A jumbled mass of revolting jelly) I just can't send it in :o)
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Please forgive me! :o)
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I have actually caved and sent it in. Look for the one that can't spell "spell". Oh the irony.
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At least it sounds like you ladies had a wonderful time!
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If there is an award for the worst spag I will win hands down. :o)
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... the better we like it.
Trust me. It's the whole point of the challenge - to see how horrible it can be.
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