Hi clearlyclayr,
You have a good, emotional, descriptive chapter here of your romance novel. I could see the images and, eh, "action" in my mind as I read. Nice work!
I have one general suggestion for improvement for this chapter. Reread it and try to eliminate 10% of the words while maintaining the same story and scene; try to trim off the fat, so to speak. Here's an example of what I mean. You write:
The prairie grasses grew tall on the side of the beaten road, and thousands of tiny lights flickered amongst the slender grassy blades swaying in the gentle wind, and like cigarette lighters at a concert they swayed left and right, glistening on and off in what seemed to be synchronized motion.
Your imagery is good, but contains more words than needed to convey the scene, which can slow the reader down unnecessarily. Here's my attempt at eliminating some of the words:
Thousands of tiny lights flickered amongst the tall prairie grass that grew beside the beaten road. Like cigarette lighters at a concert, the slender blades swayed in the wind, glistening in synchronized motion.
Of course, you should write in your own style, so my version may not work for you. But, you see what I'm trying to accomplish.
Here are a couple specific suggestions:
Not just my surroundings seemed beautiful at that moment(;) the moment and the sheer feeling was were beautiful.
They can’t ever be a lone alone like this in the cities
I made a sudden grab at the closest ball of light that passes passed, and missed by a mile.
If he let go, it would feel like I was falling off the Empire State building, crashing down on the pavement and splattering all over. I understand that both him letting go, and you splattering all over are painful, undesirable outcomes, but I would suggest a less, um, graphic metaphor, given the romantic mood you've created for the reader at this point.
Here's another opportunity to tighten up the story:
I wondered if maybe there was something was on his mind that he couldn’t quite bring himself to say, or if he was just plain terrified of potential sexual encounters, or if he was so shy that he was just scared of everything.
As I said, I think you have a good chapter here. I think the best improvements to this one will come from the eraser, rather than the pencil. If you revisit this one and would like me to take another look, please drop me an email and I'll be happy to reread!
Best wishes to you,
Rixtr
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