44,505. Getting lazy!
I still don't know how this will end. I can say that the baby clothes craft prompted some interesting revelations about Seth and Fernando... interesting perhaps only to me. And I'm getting lazy. I just want to be done, and I'm writing out the clock. In a few days, I'll be able to type 'the end,' and can't wait!!! This novel is horrible! The example below shows some truly awful writing, as well as possibly the laziest use of a Martha Stewart craft I have ever been guilty of. See for yourself:
Seth’s eyes avoided Miss Pettigrew’s for a time. When she raised them again, Laura could see tears gathering on the perimeter of her eyes, gathering among the dense lashes. There were tears gathering in all the eyes around that table, actually, and not a handkerchief in sight.
But these tears were not like the ones Seth was used to; they didn’t come from a tear in her heart or a wound in her pride. These tears came from a world so beautiful, even those orphaned chandelier crystals tossed into baskets at flea markets or splayed on doilies at thrift shops seemed much too beautiful to waste. Linked together with rings of wire, a strand of delicate prisms and pendants makes a dazzling lampshade fringe or a dressy mantelpiece garland, bending the ambient light to give shimmer and shine to an entire room. Seth made a bet with herself that at the first opportunity, she would reward Miss Pettigrew’s kindness by making her a chandelier lampshade fringe for her sitting room. She would do it because Miss Pettigrew had looked after her and cared for her, and had offered to take her in as family. Laura was clearly doing the same, and Seth’s anger with Laura evaporated as she realized that Laura had clearly given the only advice she could. Fernando was a wonderful man, but Olga was a wonderful woman, who deserved her own life, not trailing after him like some orphaned chandelier crystal splayed on a doily at a thrift shop.
Seth’s eyes avoided Miss Pettigrew’s for a time. When she raised them again, Laura could see tears gathering on the perimeter of her eyes, gathering among the dense lashes. There were tears gathering in all the eyes around that table, actually, and not a handkerchief in sight.
But these tears were not like the ones Seth was used to; they didn’t come from a tear in her heart or a wound in her pride. These tears came from a world so beautiful, even those orphaned chandelier crystals tossed into baskets at flea markets or splayed on doilies at thrift shops seemed much too beautiful to waste. Linked together with rings of wire, a strand of delicate prisms and pendants makes a dazzling lampshade fringe or a dressy mantelpiece garland, bending the ambient light to give shimmer and shine to an entire room. Seth made a bet with herself that at the first opportunity, she would reward Miss Pettigrew’s kindness by making her a chandelier lampshade fringe for her sitting room. She would do it because Miss Pettigrew had looked after her and cared for her, and had offered to take her in as family. Laura was clearly doing the same, and Seth’s anger with Laura evaporated as she realized that Laura had clearly given the only advice she could. Fernando was a wonderful man, but Olga was a wonderful woman, who deserved her own life, not trailing after him like some orphaned chandelier crystal splayed on a doily at a thrift shop.
Incomprehensively delightful!
ReplyDeleteGreat use of the repeat description - loved the analogy between Olga and an orphaned chandelier crystal splayed on a doily at a thrift shop.
I was confused when I read that, but I made a bet with myself that when I read it, all would become clear.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe I need to listen to a lively version of 'Summertime' backwards to figure it all out?
I'm guessing you lost that bet, Katie, because even I have to admit it makes no sense. But i had only an hour to write my 2,000 words yesterday, and mere incomprehensibility was not going to stand in my way!
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