So I've been writing for about a year but only taking it seriously, 3-4 hours a day everyday. For the past few months. I feel like I've finally written, or will have after the edit, a really decent short story. But it is a MASSIVE rip off of raymond Carver's style with a pinch of lyricism. How much of an issue do we think this is?
>>7673129
Post it
Not one.
I don't know how to google docs and it's not edited. Here's the first scene.
On the drive up the fug of skunk smoke made talking difficult. It gummed up minds and made Paul cough into the silence.
“This isn’t the best driving conditions” he said.
Someone laughed but the road ate up all his attention and he couldn’t work out who.
He wound down the window.
“Oh my God” Pete said.
“Shut up, it’s nice” Pam said.
“Yeah I know it’s just a bit of a culture shock”.
“Were not in a culture” Tom said.
People laughed, they said a few more things about being in a culture: petri dishes; road trip movies, not many people caught on to each other, but everything got a little better.
Paul eyed the road.
Before all the noise his mind had been somewhere else, long didactic mixed media experiences.
Through the open window little strains of seagull calls got blown in with the wind.
“Were nearly there,” Paul said.
“Are we there yet” Pam said.
Pete laughed.
“We’ll be there in about 5 minutes” Paul said, he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
The wind rushing in pushed the silence outside.
“I’m gonna make a Zoot for when we get there then” Tom said.
“Oh my God” Pete said.
