Quote: Re: The trainwreck:
The unintentional irony is strong with this one.
What the hell's going on with Skysaber, anyway? He used to be a reasonably good writer, barring his quirks and obsessions -- I mean, I keep a
couple of his stories in my "favorites" archive, and a couple more show up in my "guilty pleasures" category. They're good reads,
usually, with enough self-conscious tongue-in-cheek humor to make up for their complete over-the-top excess. And on the technical side, he is (or was) better
than 90% of the fan writers out there, able to actually
craft a story and write it in reasonable English. And he clearly had the potential to get even
better, if he cared to practice his craft in such a way as to facilitate improvement.
But the latest chapter of
My Gilded Life reads like a fifth grader on a writing assignment rampage. Outside of the confrontation with Dumbledore at
the end, I can recall only one line of actual dialogue in the entire thing. Everything else was endless "and I did this, and I did that"
telling-not-showing. And that's ignoring the "and here's how I turned a bunch of wizarding types into Kryptonians without the allergy to glowy
green stuff" plotline the story has devolved into. What the hell happened to him?
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.