PrincessErin
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The taxicab drove off and skidded down the circular driveway onto the private road. The house was one of ten on a sprawling cul-de-sac.
The large mahogany door opened and standing in front of her was a woman, smiling kindly.
"Hello. You must be Garnet. Come in."
Garnet could only nod and step in. She knew that she had dragged in a pile of snow and wondered if they would be mad at ruining the immaculate looking front entranceway.
Thank you Keroin for the comments. I guess I will be going over to the Editor's Forum and seeing if there is an editor available. I did have an editor and although I don't want to sound rude and ungrateful, obviously it wasn't useful.
Just as an explanation to the character's name. The birth stone for January, the month the character was born in, is a Garnet. I named her that as well because of her red hair since the jewel is red.
Erin
Thank you MistressLynn for the comments. I see a continuous repetition that I need a good editor. Not sure my editor wants to hear that but oh well.
I'll be thinking long and hard whether to continue.
Erin
Hi,
Thank you in advance for reading my story and giving me suggestions.
I have chosen the story Garnet Chapter 2 which was my entry into the 2008 Holiday Contest. I have also posted Garnet Chapter 1 of that story but it is not necessary to read Chapter 1 to understand Chapter 2.
The questions and comments I'm looking for are directly related to character development. To put it bluntly I suck at that. I can think up a good storyline, put in some good sex scenes, but I struggle to create characters who actually change from beginning to end.
Erin
I like this idea!driphoney said:Or you could make a different twist from the normal romance: he could end up not really changing, other than his shallow care (even losers can care when it's easy, you know you've met them!) then in the end she learns she can't depend on him, but she can make it on her own.
I hope your experience here didn't diminish your enthusiasm for writing?Erin's bio said:I have one more new story coming out at the end of the month and then that's it. I'm done.
Garnet stood tentatively outside the large red-bricked mansion. She had never seen a house as large as this in real life and she was overwhelmed with emotion. You don’t need to tell me she’s overwhelmed – you’ve already shown me she’s nervous when you said she ‘stood tentatively’. She had seen mansions on television before. You don’t need this sentence, because it’s covered by this one that follows. All her favorite reality shows had the contestants stay in big houses with in-ground pools, hot tubs, and big screen television. Now that she was in front of a house that was real, she was scared to death. This is the third time you’ve told me how she’s feeling. I get it, ok?
The taxicab drove off and skidded down the circular driveway onto the private road. The house was one of ten on a sprawling cul-de-sac. Each home took up a large amount of space You’ve already told me that by using the word ‘sprawling’ and Garnet was scared tremendously at what was inside the house. Enough with telling me how nervous she is!
She thought to herself Who else would she think to? how horrible and ugly she looked. She was standing in almost a foot of snow wearing white and black boots that went up to her knees. She had on gray sweatpants and a t-shirt that was covered by a large black jacket. Three sentences in a row here start with 'She'. Her red hair was in a messy ponytail and she clutched in her hands a black backpack that had so few items that it felt empty.
Garnet took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She waited and tried to figure out if she could hear noises from inside. The large mahogany door opened and standing in front of her was a woman, smiling kindly.
"Hello. You must be Garnet. Come in."
Garnet could only nod and step in. She knew that she had dragged in a pile of snow and wondered if they would be mad at ruining the immaculate looking front entranceway. The kind woman must have read her mind because she responded. Responded to what? No one said anything.
"Don't worry about the snow. I'm so sorry that the road and pathway wasn't shoveled. We pay good money for someone to do that but they never arrive on time. Let me take your things."
Garnet moved in slow motion to remove her jacket and boots. Really? She moved in slow motion? Why? She anxiously watched as the woman placed her things in a nearby closet.
"I'm Denise. I spoke to your mother on the phone. Would you like a tour of the house or would you like to just see your room?"
"A tour is fine." Garnet was trying to smile but she was slowly going crazy inside her head. This was too much What was too much? All she’s done is take her jacket and boots off! but she didn't want to look unhappy and ungrateful.
Denise led Garnet into the main room off the foyer. Garnet had never seen such a beautiful home. Everything was decorated perfectly and it was so clean and neat.
"This is the main living room. We never use this room and I seriously think it's waste." Garnet followed Denise through an archway into an even larger room. "This is the dining room. Once again, we rarely use this room although Kenneth did have a dinner party when he was promoted to CEO. That was five years ago." Garnet wasn't paying attention but if she were (had been), she would have seen a slight grin on Denise's face.
Right, what you’ve done there is slip out of Garnet’s POV into an omnipotent, all-seeing-eye POV. Strange thing to do when you’ve been so firmly in Garnet’s POV. I agree with some of the other reviewers that you might like to think about sticking to one POV for either the entire story, or at least for one scene at a time.
"This is the kitchen, eating in kitchen area, and den. We spend most of our time here. If there is anything you like to eat let me know and I'll buy it."
"I'm fine. I don't need anything." Garnet blurted out the words so fast that she knew she sounded rude and inconsiderate. She wanted to show how thankful she was to Denise for doing what she was doing.
"Don't be silly. You probably are drinking a lot of milk and although I know when you're pregnant you're not eating for two, or three in this case, but you still need to eat healthy." I'd cut all of this, and substitute it for "Don't be silly. You need to take care of yourself".
Garnet smiled. She was right. She did need to take care of her body, for no other reason then she didn't want to be at fault if there were any issues with the babies.
"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous." By this time, Garnet had followed Denise up the grand circular staircase to the second floor. A tall man who seemed much large then life immediately greeted her. He had a cute smile on his face.
"Hi you must be Garnet. I'm Sean."
Garnet's face turned the same shade of red as her hair. How does she know it’s turned red? Can she see it? You’re in Garnet’s POV again, so unless she’s looking at herself in a mirror (and don’t go there, LOL) she can’t see what color it is. His voice was so pleasant and warm she just wanted to melt into his arms. Really? Whoa, that's kind of weird considering they've only just met! Instead, she smiled, unable to speak.
"Garnet just arrived a few minutes ago. I'm giving her the tour and then I'll give her a chance to settle in her room." Who’s speaking?
"Fantastic".
Sean wandered down the stairs and Garnet watched, trying not to stare.
"He's my brother."
Garnet nodded and watched as they wandered down the hallway viewing four beautifully decorated bedrooms. The first was the master bedroom, which Garnet guessed was the size of her parent's whole first floor. At the end of the hallway was a room with the door closed. Denise opened it and entered.
"This is your room. You have your own bathroom, which I thought was important. I read that sometimes when you're in the latter stages of your pregnancy the uterus can press on the bladder. Would Denise really say all this? I wouldn’t have said she would. I didn't want you to have to rush down the hallway in the middle of the night. Do you have any other bags that your parents are dropping off?"
Denise wanted to act casually about this but she was confused. Ooh, rather abrupt switch into Denise’s POV. The backpack barely had a day's worth of clothing. How does she know that? Has she looked inside it? Garnet's situation was much worse then she originally thought.
"I'm fine. I'm somewhat tired. Would you mind if I have a nap before dinner?" Garnet bit her lip and waited for an answer. Another abrupt switch back to Garnet’s POV. She was very tired and part of it was the fact that she hadn't slept very well in almost six months. It would be better if you could’ve shown me she was tired, rather than told me. Maybe she could’ve felt light-headed, her body heavy, her joints aching, etc. Anything other than ‘She was very tired’. We already know she’s in a bit of a state, bless her.
"Yes of course. We normally have dinner at six."
Denise nodded and closed the door. I’d end the scene here and start the next one in Denise’s POV.
Thank you Poppy for the feedback. I will google show not tell because that is not the first time that has been mentioned. I think if I can start with improving on that then it's a start.
Erin