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I'm finding the writing to get a little heavy handed at times. I understand her problems and such but the fact that she just constantly runs into people who can relate or help out, while useful in showing that there are others out there that share her pain and that she's not alone, is getting a little hard to swallow.
Also that last line doesn't feel right to me. "We never did finish that armoir." Sounds better. Why would she have to guess that they never finished it? Wouldn't she know that?
Anyway that's just my take on it.
Also that last line doesn't feel right to me. "We never did finish that armoir." Sounds better. Why would she have to guess that they never finished it? Wouldn't she know that?
Anyway that's just my take on it.
Understood, but I do not agree with this assessment at all, sir. These are heartfelt words coming from Drake's and my own writing. I will never once consider what we write heavy handed. Sappy at times, maybe, but not heavy handed. :) Even some of my favorite shows, which has extremely awesome writing, I occasionally find some things hard to swallow, but they're not too glaringly obvious. (At least we didn't write the script for ID4! Oy!)
The Armoire comment: I looked over the text, and I have to agree. I will change this up once I get home. Thanks for your input!
So far, Shalonna and Matilda are the only ones I know of that have similar situations in which Misty runs into. But we'll stop at two. :) Maggie doesn't quite count because she's already been her friend for years and her brother's death is old news anyway. If anything, Misty has this strange magnetism that helps people relate to her. She's approachable one might say so they open up to her.
I think what you're critical about is the repetition, which doesn't seem believable. I think in this regard Brian was using this as a plot device to help introduce new characters into the strip.
Will you still keep reading, though? I promise things will pick up, especially with the next story, which will begin in about 5-8 pages roughly.
The Armoire comment: I looked over the text, and I have to agree. I will change this up once I get home. Thanks for your input!
So far, Shalonna and Matilda are the only ones I know of that have similar situations in which Misty runs into. But we'll stop at two. :) Maggie doesn't quite count because she's already been her friend for years and her brother's death is old news anyway. If anything, Misty has this strange magnetism that helps people relate to her. She's approachable one might say so they open up to her.
I think what you're critical about is the repetition, which doesn't seem believable. I think in this regard Brian was using this as a plot device to help introduce new characters into the strip.
Will you still keep reading, though? I promise things will pick up, especially with the next story, which will begin in about 5-8 pages roughly.
I agree, the text doesn't flow right!
The tweak should work just fine.
As for being heavy handed?
I don't see it, it might feel a bit... coincidental, but at the same time I don't think of the strip as being an exact mirror of the real world.
It's the real world light, where wacky coincidences happy and it's entertaining.
-B!
The tweak should work just fine.
As for being heavy handed?
I don't see it, it might feel a bit... coincidental, but at the same time I don't think of the strip as being an exact mirror of the real world.
It's the real world light, where wacky coincidences happy and it's entertaining.
-B!
Something I wrote a few years ago::
I have a loved one who is buried in a potter's field.
There is no color there. What grass there is that still covers the grey ground has been dead for ages. The wind has blown garbage in from off the street and into the bushes. If there wasn't a wrought iron fence surrounding the property, it could be confused for a vacant lot.
The person who is buried there had a wit like Tallulah Bankhead's and a body like Joey Heatherton's (Oh yeah, I'm dating myself). She used to be an accountant, a car mechanic, and when the underground newspapers in SoCal were at their peak during the late 1960s/early 1970s, she was one of their most popular adult models. She loved paint-by-number kits, unicorns, and driving as fast as your car could go. I had a cat that disliked women until one day she sat next to him on my couch, stroked him, and called him, 'handsome'.
She now shares a plot with two other bodies tamped down on top of her's. One of those bodies belongs to an executed criminal who faked his death to collect on an insurance policy by murdering a homeless man and putting him in the driver's seat of a burning car. The next time I visit her, there will probably be a fourth body there.
I wish she could've died in England where they allow you to dress up somebody's plot however you wish. She would've loved to have had a grave decorated like a New Year's Day parade float. Her epitaph probably would've been her famous line, "Why does it gets cold every time my nipples get hard?"
I have a loved one who is buried in a potter's field.
There is no color there. What grass there is that still covers the grey ground has been dead for ages. The wind has blown garbage in from off the street and into the bushes. If there wasn't a wrought iron fence surrounding the property, it could be confused for a vacant lot.
The person who is buried there had a wit like Tallulah Bankhead's and a body like Joey Heatherton's (Oh yeah, I'm dating myself). She used to be an accountant, a car mechanic, and when the underground newspapers in SoCal were at their peak during the late 1960s/early 1970s, she was one of their most popular adult models. She loved paint-by-number kits, unicorns, and driving as fast as your car could go. I had a cat that disliked women until one day she sat next to him on my couch, stroked him, and called him, 'handsome'.
She now shares a plot with two other bodies tamped down on top of her's. One of those bodies belongs to an executed criminal who faked his death to collect on an insurance policy by murdering a homeless man and putting him in the driver's seat of a burning car. The next time I visit her, there will probably be a fourth body there.
I wish she could've died in England where they allow you to dress up somebody's plot however you wish. She would've loved to have had a grave decorated like a New Year's Day parade float. Her epitaph probably would've been her famous line, "Why does it gets cold every time my nipples get hard?"
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