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MLyons said:CharleyH,
I fully intend on reading and commenting on your story if you'd like. I'm just having a bit of a busy week, and it might be a couple more days before I have a chance.
It does sometimes take a few days before the comments start rolling in, but rest assured, you'll get them.
I just wanted you to know that I'm commin', it just may be another day or two.
She was the kind of woman who didn’t tolerate misbehaviour or bad manners. In fact, there wasn’t much that she did tolerate.
already intelligent beyond my age, already ingrained with dominant traits quite evident in my pre-pubescent ‘house’ play, and already, according to me, more knowledgeable about the world than even most of the adults I knew, who seemed to know nothing.
We had just finished putting our clothes back on, Robbie in a pair of bottle-green cords, a lime and yellow tie-dyed t-shirt and a bead chocker that wrapped tightly around his neck. I saw him push his shaggy, sand hair from his eyes as I pulled the ribbed baby blue, turtleneck over my head, leaving it untucked from my jeans.
The table was set with cherry linen napkins and placemats, and the Bordeaux was decanted on the table, but not poured. The bowls were on white, Pope Gosser plates, the Christofle silver was perfectly placed and the soup terrine sat in the centre of the table, covered but getting cold.
He soaked the silverware, and slipped the Caban stoneware plates in the tub of water.
One thing she was not was dull.
As for the first scene, the childhood one: the focus of the scene is the spanking. I think you dilute it by including too many details about the fire and about Robbie. I don’t think the fact that she’s fooling around with Robbie in a kind of pre-adolescent way does much towards explaining her character. A lot of kids do stuff like that, and the Lit proscriptions on underage sex will prevent you from making it vivid enough to be memorable, and so it seems kind of distracting, like a false start that goes no where. The spanking is the crux of the matter, and I think there’s enough drama at the dinner table to omit all the fire stuff and playing around with Robbie.
originally posted by CharlieH1. Is there anything in this Chapter that needs further explanation. Any loose ends that you feel should be tied in ‘this’ chapter or that you feel I will definitely need to address later.
2. Do you have enough insight into the main character at this point: her relationship to the other key players, and what she wants.
3. Can you see recurring themes/symbols/dichotomies developing.
4. Do you forsee a problem with any part of the childhood memory scene? (i.e., problem posting to Lit)
neonlyte said:With regard to the second part quoted above, your explanation to my comments, and others, clarify your intension. I suppose we all read from a different view point, I think, on reflection, I wanted to read more of Brie/Ness and was slightly annoyed to have a party disrupt my reading - bloody good party though.
Let me know when you post this, I'd really like to read more.
Wills
Penelope Street said:CharleyH,
I read the piece twice several days apart, the first time without taking any notes. The second read I was looking for issues, inconsistencies, etc; but didn't find many. So as to no bias my opinions, I intentionally did not read the other comments, so I may well repeat what others have already said
With each proud step I took, I told myself, 'I'm not going to cry. There's nothing to cry over.' As I lay over his knee, and the thick, tan barber belt clapped my small cheeks, I convinced myself, 'I will not cry,' and as I flinched from the slap and the smack and the strike of the leather, I did not cry.
Something does not sound right here, at least not to me. Is it correct to use "more" in connection with a negation?But two things that my Mother couldn’t tolerate more than ill manners and misconduct were tears and weakness: especially in women.
Shouldn't that be "passed"?Dave cut another line of coke on the glass top coffee table, a joint was past from some guy in a sarong
1. Is there anything in this Chapter that needs further explanation. Any loose ends that you feel should be tied in ‘this’ chapter or that you feel I will definitely need to address later.
Control is what comes to mind. Other than that, I have not yet enough information apart from assuming a bi-sexual character who earns her living as a Dominatrix? It's not bothering me though. There's enough here to interest me into reading on.2. Do you have enough insight into the main character at this point: her relationship to the other key players, and what she wants.
Colors, clothes and materials are recurring elements.3. Can you see recurring themes/symbols/dichotomies developing.
This question is a bit difficult for me to answer. I see nothing wrong here and would actually like you to flesh out the way both children take part in their game. All kids play house and it's silly to pretend otherwise. And that is all it is here. Children exploring in a healthy way. But then, Dutch morality is a bit different from the American one.4. Do you forsee a problem with any part of the childhood memory scene? (i.e., problem posting to Lit)
Originally posted by Black Tulip
Penelope Street said:I think Black Tulip is correct regarding usage of the word 'passed'. One can visit dictionary.com, enter 'passed', and obtain a series of meanings, most of which are the past(no pun intended) tense of pass.
Defination 9a of the transitive version of the verb is, I believe, the meaning as used in the story:
To cause to be transferred from one to another; circulate: They passed the news quickly.
I should imagine it likely the boss/journalist passed a few joints of his own if he thinks otherwise.
Take Care,
Penny
There was a fire.
"Another break-up with John?" Ness unplugged the sink, grabbed the blue plaid tea towel hanging from the door of the fridge and then stood behind the white, rectangular island, which separated the kitchen from both the dining and living rooms, whiping his hands dry.
"Every time your sister calls, you jump," he sounded jealous, hung the towel back on the handle of the stainless steel fridge, walked around the island, pulled out the pearl upholstered chair from underneath the tinted glass table, sat down with his legs crossed and looked at me.
Amelia had been needy in a different way than Ness. High maintanance. Combine Naomi Campbell's notorious temper with Sean Young's supposed obsessiveness, tack on the spending habits of an heiress and the melodrama of a Douglas Sirk film, and then mix in the stereotypical sexual appetite of a porn star, and you pretty well ended up with Amelia.