First moment like that that I remember was watching a garage band play at an open mike, probably all high-schoolers, and the frontman was wearing a Nirvana t-shirt. Then I realized it was like when we wore Led Zeppelin t-shirts in high school. Nirvana was old school for them, before they were conscious of music.
Disclaimer: English isn't my native language.
A while back, I posted this and this. I got... well, reviews. While not outright helpful (ie. indirect, which is the whole point of critiques, I guess) they helped me shape the following extremely revised beginning.
I'm dead.
Conscious enoug...
The thing I hear most often about my writing is, "It's too dry." I'm sure this happens to other people too. I'm working on eliciting emotion through writing, and I'd like a critique on some of my first bits.
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I liked it. It flowed. Few (if any) needless words. Highly descriptive, yet it was show and not tell. Slighty flowery, but not overtly so. And again, it flowed like poetry.
It's really more of a short story, a la David Sedaris or James Thurber. It's about learning to drive and my first car. Two essays I smooshed together to meet the length requirement of a writing contest I ultimately didn't enter.