You close your eyes,
I open mine,
A hand upon our chests,
We breathe and wonder,
"What will I be when I'm no longer me?"
For the dawn is thunder,
Brief as can be,
But the night is slumber—
The truth we see,
As our hearts go under.
You close your eyes,
I open mine,
A hand upon our chests,
We breathe and wonder,
"What will I be when I'm no longer me?"
For the dawn is thunder,
Brief as can be,
But the night is slumber—
The truth we see,
As our hearts go under.
The Dreaded 2nd Draft by DarlingMionette, literature
Literature
The Dreaded 2nd Draft
Darling Mionette's
A Writer's Guide To The Second Draft
Oh noes. Let those be my first words in this tutorial. Now that I've gotten that out of my system, may I never mutilate the English language in that manner again. Welcome to my tutorial on the dreaded "Second Draft" of creative writing. If you've read my other tutorial (How to write - and love it), then you're well aware of why I call this the dreaded second draft, but if you haven't, then let me explain: I am a firm believer that all editing in creative writing should be left to the second draft. The first draft, should remain edit-free so as not to stem creativity.
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