I'm working the non-fiction. Projects are always more involved in the middle than they seemed at the start.
The non-fiction exercise I'm now pursuing has introduced a discipline of word choice. There's a thin line between relaying information in a style befitting an educated and reasoned position, and being dogmatic. The difference is in the word choice.
I'm trying to craft my prose in a conversational without injecting too much personality.
We've all read fiction where the author intrudes. This non-fiction drill is certainly an eye-opener as to how easy an author intrudes on the topic at hand. In fiction -- in murder -- immersion matters.
I'm off to practice not intruding on my topic.
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Sorry that winter is still hanging around!
I'm intrigued by writing non-fiction, but know that my schedule isn't going to allow it for probably the next couple of years. Good luck with the diction!
The body I left on the living room floor of the last mystery-in-progress really wants for some action. Another three weeks and it is back to the old murder game.
I am going to do a literary murder here shortly. Unexpected murderer in an unexpected place.
Myrtle knows just how that goes!
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