Here's a paragraph from a novel I've been working on. Does my writing ability need imporvment to succede in creating a decent novel, or am I doing ok? Rate me, just like you would if you called a number on the "how's my driving?" bumper stickers, 1-10. 10 being the best, 1 being "Daaamn does it suck".
..."How perceptive of you." Leona muttered, sighing, as the elevator began to hum on its acceleration to the floors above. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and Leona could almost hear her own heartbeat in the excruciating silence. The tension was thick, enveloping her and her companion in a soup of mixed emotions and unspoken thoughts that could not be expressed with words. The elevator hummed on forever, it’s usually quiet drone now at such a terrible pitch, exaggerated by her wearied mind, that Leona couldn’t hear herself think. At last it slowed to a stop at its destination, and Leona watched her own reflection in the steel doors as they slid open. In the brief moment that she saw herself, she noticed the dark, solemn look that has consumed her face. Her attractive features were masked with an expression that betrayed her tired mind and body, and made her look far beyond her years. She sighed deeply, just as the elevator doors clicked completely open, revealing the entryway to level five.
Your rating will help influence me to stop slacking and put some serious effort into the project, or get me to stop wasting my time on something I'm clearly not good at.
- Neb
..."How perceptive of you." Leona muttered, sighing, as the elevator began to hum on its acceleration to the floors above. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and Leona could almost hear her own heartbeat in the excruciating silence. The tension was thick, enveloping her and her companion in a soup of mixed emotions and unspoken thoughts that could not be expressed with words. The elevator hummed on forever, it’s usually quiet drone now at such a terrible pitch, exaggerated by her wearied mind, that Leona couldn’t hear herself think. At last it slowed to a stop at its destination, and Leona watched her own reflection in the steel doors as they slid open. In the brief moment that she saw herself, she noticed the dark, solemn look that has consumed her face. Her attractive features were masked with an expression that betrayed her tired mind and body, and made her look far beyond her years. She sighed deeply, just as the elevator doors clicked completely open, revealing the entryway to level five.
Your rating will help influence me to stop slacking and put some serious effort into the project, or get me to stop wasting my time on something I'm clearly not good at.
- Neb