--Elite Writer Alias: Big_Bill789 Name: Big Bill ASL: ??/M/On his hill Website:[ Education ] Days Away: 972 Life Story: enigmatic bird [ Ignore User ]
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I'm trying to write again. It's just not coming like it used to. I think your nephew sucked out a good deal of brain cells when he was born LOL. I don't remember it ever being this hard. Hopefully I'll have a break through soon...
I want to thank you for taking the time to read a few of my newer pieces. I'm about 2 years out of practice since the birth of my son. I've recently just gained more time to get back into the writing scene. I appreciate the constructive criticism and look forward to going back over those few pieces and taking your suggestions into consideration.
One part of a certain comment you'd made, struck me oddly.. You pointed out the darkness of one of my pieces.. The thing about my style; is whatever mood I'm in the work follows suit. If I'm stuck in black mode, that's just how the poem is going to turn out. My poetry is primarily based on my emotions. Very few pieces venture off that track.
Again thank you for reading! I look forward to sampling you're work sometime.
~Dominique (dearlydeparted)
I really appreciate your helpful feedback. The last chapter here in particular, I hit a little writer's block and felt I had to force this scene. I'd agree that last chapter especially could use a little more description, or a little more dialogue.
No offense taken. The piece is simply about being alone. We've all felt it when something with a lot of gravity is gone from us. Lost loves, etc. It is heavy and does have a presence. The hole in the crowd is me, is you, is anyone who feels like they don't belong. Thank you for your time in critiquing. I will make sure to extend you the same courtesy.
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