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@rednenemon Don't delete your blog. Don't feel defeated. I know I'm still fairly new at reading your story, but I'm enjoying what I've read and I wouldn't want you to give up just like I'd hope if I was wanting to give up someone would give me a confidence boost. I think it's really neat that you're choosing a non-traditional path and writing a Sims story without pictures. It definitely keeps me focused on the writing. In fact, this is a little bit of a secret in a way, I guess, but I'm sharing anyhow. I often will read the prose first, then go back and look at the pictures because I'm so in tune with prose. This is a compliment to you btw because I can just read the prose without worrying about pictures and that makes me appreciate the story. (Not to say to everyone else, I don't look at pictures because I do; I just have a tendency to read through once and peruse the pictures on the second read through).
I also will add I have a special spot for the Rackets family because I'm currently writing through the Rackets in my CFT. I enjoy reading what others come up with, even though we all write about the same premades, we all have our own unique take and spin on them. This is the beauty of creativity and kind-of like what I was saying on another forums page - every story is just a combination of 26 different letters (I think I saw this floating on Pinterest) and what makes us unique (this is my add-in to that) is how we choose to formulate those letters.
Someone once told me to keep everything even if you don't via the blog because you can see where you came from and that helps you to see where you're going, to learn from your mistakes, and to grow as a writer. Sometimes I'll delete entire sections of my stories and save them in a file for later, in case, I come back someday and have a completely new idea about how to resurrect the text. For example, my opening scene with Kass and her boss, Brendon Shore in 2.1 was supposed to happen between Kass and Gage originally (the first love interest). For anyone who's read my work, they'd know this would be a completely different scene.
Here's the original text: (this segment would have originally been between ch 6-7 in KCLKF)
“I'm glad I found you. Your mom called me looking for you. She must've thought we'd be together. She is upset because you missed another family dinner at your grandparents. I promise I won't rat you out..." he said, in his usual teasing manner. "...if you buy me a coffee."
"Ha! I don't really care if you rat me out. She's concerned about all my late nights at home endlessly researching. That's why I'm here at the Jolt tonight," I explained. "...so she can't come by my room and knock on my door for the millionth time and lecture me through the wall."
Gage sat down at the table across from me. "She should be concerned. I haven't seen you in days and you've been spending all your time trying to figure out this disease. I'm beginning to think you're obsessed."
"Obsessed? No! Why does everyone think I'm obsessed? I just want to..." I lowered my voice as I had attracted the attention of a few patrons. "...know... to..." I added more slowly. "...understand... and everyone is making it seem like I have no life and that this isn't worth it, but this is my dad I'm talking about, and my future, and my health. Wouldn't you want to know, Gage? If your biological family had some horrific disease that you could get someday and you'd maybe die? Wouldn't you want to know?" I knocked over the napkin dispenser in my passionate arm-waving.
"Easy, Kass," Gage repeated, setting the napkins back on the table. "When was the last time you ate something? Here. I'll buy you a bagel sandwich."
"I'm fine," I shook my head.
"No you're not, you're shaky and jumpy and agitated. You need to eat," Gage replied.
"Fine," I conceded, huffed, and closed my laptop. "Sorry I'm not exactly charming company right now."
"That's okay. We're best friends, Kass, we put up with each other even when one of us is being snippy..."
"Hey... yeah... okay, you're right. I'm sorry. I'll eat. It should help. But when I'm done eating, can I get a ride?"
"Yeah, sure, where?"
"To my dad's. It'd be nice not to go alone."
Here's what's actually currently posted on the blog.
I jumped, startled at the sound of my boss, Brendon Shore’s voice. I jerked forward and knocking my lemonade glass to the floor, feeling my muscles tense.
“Easy Kassio.”
“Why don’t you call me Kass like all my friends do?”
“Because Kassio makes you scrunch up your face all cute,” he smiled, the laughter surfacing in his eyes as he settled into the bar-stool next to me. “Did I give you a heart attack?”
“Yes, you succeeded. You can buy me lunch,” I said impatiently.
“Well someone is feisty this afternoon,” Brendon smirked. “I’m taking you out of this dungeon for a real meal if you really want lunch. Why’d you choose this dreary place anyhow? Getting tired of doing all your research at the office or in the library?”
“Look Brendon, I didn’t invite you down here to critique my choice of locale,” I narrowed my eyes. “Or because I enjoy your harassment while I work. I just needed a ride.”
“What happened to your wheels?”
“Broken timing belt.”
“Ouch! You aren’t going to pay for that on a newspaper salary.”
“I’m not salary. I’m interning. That’s even less money, and thanks for reminding me.”
“You’re welcome. Now where do you need to go?”
“16 Crooked Lane.”
“Another EXCES victim to interview?”
“No, my new home.”
“Really? I take it you decided to decline your mom’s offer to move up north.”
“Yeah, and I just couldn’t escape your charming company,” I said sarcastically.
“Well, I’d like to think so,” he straightened on the seat, pulling down on his vest with pride. “Can I at least order a drink before I take you to your new palace?”
“Thought you didn’t like this dungeon?” I rolled my eyes.
“The dark dank atmosphere is growing on me,” he signaled the waitress and ordering a drink.
Completely different scene. Completely different dynamics. I like the second one better and I'm glad I didn't pitch it after I deleted this segment from the first story because it worked out better in story 2.
I hope this helps and isn't just me being rambly again. Sending *hugs* and hoping you know there are people who love your story. :)
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