So, my latest story is out, and admittedly I should have split it in two. Perhaps, what I had thought of as my "style", should have had an editor fix it? I don't want my writing to be like it just came out of an English Composition class, so maybe somewhere between? I wanted it to portray speakers that were not English or US folk.
It is obvious that my High School English teacher would be having a fit.
Or can it be that the readership just did not want normal, nonviolent Middle Easterners?
A Saudi National that I helped to get to America to go to College told me that only about 27% of Saudi Arabians are even religious, and that up to 30% of them have huge drinking issues. He's graduated now and left to return to the KSA.
I'm 71 now and worried that my brain is shriveling up like a prune. I hope that is not true and that I get the chance to finish my last story before I go round the bend. It'll be around 200,000 words, in six or eight installments.
If someone wishes to beta read it and make suggestions, I have to warn you that I get very emotionally attached to my stories and could cry on you.
Gwen
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I am more than willing to help
With not a lot on right now, I have some time to spare.
People almost never use....
proper English in every day speech.
I think your use of English in the story's dialogue was perfect for the situation.
My teenage years were spent deep in the mountains of Appalachia (where my family is originally from). Someone not from that area could easily think they speak a completely different language in those mountains. Kathleen Moorehouse did a wonderful job of writing her book, "Rain on the Just" 1936 Pulitzer prize nominee, using the dialect of those that lived in Appalachia in her book.
Anyone want to guess which book beat her out of that prize?
We the willing, led by the unsure. Have been doing so much with so little for so long,
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
One assumes...
That you are speaking of Honey in the Horn?
Disregard
some how I missed Nuuan's last sentence
He has the year off..it was
He has the year off..it was 1937 that it was nominated and lost to an even more famous book.
I'm told STFU more times in a day than most people get told in a lifetime
your right the year is off
sort of, as I should have been a bit more specific, it was nominated in 36 for the 1937 Pulitzer prize
We the willing, led by the unsure. Have been doing so much with so little for so long,
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing.