I wrote that?

[ibhard]

have you ever went back, months, maybe years, read over something you've written and found a truly great sentence or passage? it takes a few moments for you realize, "damn, i did write that!" — i found a few sentences i wrote were like that today. i'd share it, but the feeling may be lost if another sees that my 'truly great' piece of writing is just ordinary after all.

. . . was curious if anyone else found the same in their writing? maybe brave enough to share?

 

[gauchecritic]

I have loads and I'm really trying hard to stop doing it.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

I have loads and I'm really trying hard to stop doing it.

Your modesty is awe inspiring, Sir Gauche.

ETA: I often have readers pull out sentences or passages that really strike them. Once in a while, I'll find on that really grabs me, but they're rarely the same passages or sentences. I find it interesting (pleasantly) to see what grabs certain people and passes others right by.

 

[Aurora Black]

Sharing

God, do I dare?

 

[ibhard]

God, do I dare?

yesh, please do.

 

[impressive]

. . . was curious if anyone else found the same in their writing? maybe brave enough to share?

Yes. No.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Yes. No.

Too subjective, huh?

 

[impressive]

Too subjective, huh?

Could be.

 

[Aurora Black]

yesh, please do.

Give me a minute.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Could be.

My problem is that when I extract said sentence from the larger body, it feels flat to me.

 

[Antfarmer77]

A few months I ran acrossed an old notebook with several songs I wrote years ago, I'm still queasy

 

[CharleyH]

have you ever went back, months, maybe years, read over something you've written and found a truly great sentence or passage? it takes a few moments for you realize, "damn, i did write that!"

. . . was curious if anyone else found the same in their writing? maybe brave enough to share?

Hell, I find whole stories! A few really superb phrases and lines and paragraph's as well. Some of mine are:

“I can’t,” I said in French. “I can’t,” I whispered in English as the girls continued to laugh and talk.

She brushed my hair away from my ear and smiled, lips closed. She leaned her head closer until I could feel the heat of her breath on my ear, practically tasting her words, as she said, “you can.”

Another is from a novel in progress - too many things to count , yet some of my favourite "who the fuck wrote THAT's - lol - are:

“You barely follow orders, from what I can see. As if you don’t care about the job,” I stopped and then moved to the table, brushing my finger along the edge of the linen. “You’ve set the table, and yet,” I bent down and raised her chin, “you did it wrong. If you can’t follow simple instructions, how can I expect you to follow, say a recipe? Or is your cooking, like those half-washed dishes, a combination of luxury and filth?”

or also from same story/ chapter:

Her arms trembled, and her legs began to shake as she stood awkwardly with her limbs spread and open for me. The choreography of her pose was distorted like a dancer in a Fosse production, deeply whorish and burlesque, and yet with a style and sophistication of my making. She was like a masterpiece that I was chiselling and polishing. It was as if she were marble in the tool of my imagination. I admired the silent strain of her muscles trying to hold herself up, and I liked her quiet perseverance. It had been the first time in years that I recalled feeling any pressure of desire during a session. My body rushed as I stared with vanity, and as I looked with admiration at her tableaux.


And enough vanity for one day.

 

[Aurora Black]

I found three scenes, and they're way too long to post here. I'll submit them to Lit and post the links later.

 

[d4rk4ngel]

Actually, yes... the main difference for me is this *Disclaimer - Repetitiveness of extreme degree forthcoming*

I don't read what I write. I literally close my eyes and type, stopping only if I FEEL a grammatical error. And so, if I stumble upon something I've written in the past and actually READ it, then I'm astounded. "Wow! Damn I'm good" Etc...

*End disclaimer*

I just don't like my stuff!

 

[Aurora Black]

I just don't like my stuff!

I'm sorry you feel that way.

 

[d4rk4ngel]

Eh, we all have our demons. I don't write for me; however, and as long as the reader is content *shrugs* who am I to judge??!

:smile:

 

[Katyusha]

Critical Writing...

have you ever went back, months, maybe years, read over something you've written and found a truly great sentence or passage? it takes a few moments for you realize, "damn, i did write that!" — i found a few sentences i wrote were like that today. i'd share it, but the feeling may be lost if another sees that my 'truly great' piece of writing is just ordinary after all.

. . . was curious if anyone else found the same in their writing? maybe brave enough to share?

No...what usually happens to me is that I go back and read something that I wrote, and I'll come across a passage that I thought was really great at the time, and all I can think now is, "Oh man, did I really think that was GOOD at the time?" But I tend to be overly critical of my writing anyway.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

. . . what usually happens to me is that I go back and read something that I wrote, and I'll come across a passage that I thought was really great at the time, and all I can think now is, "Oh man, did I really think that was GOOD at the time?"

That happens to me sometimes, but most of the time for me it's as stated by the thread starter.

 

[FallingToFly]

One of my personal favorite lines I ever wrote.

"Laughter trickled in silver streamers through the trees..."

It was a Halloween setting, and for me, that line pulled up the imagery I was trying to capture, children so excited, running through the twilight, laughing.

 

[Katyusha]

That happens to me sometimes, but most of the time for me it's as stated by the thread starter.

Here's an example:

"When she looked at him again, he caught her chin with his fingertips and whispered, “No, turn back towards the moon.” She turned away and he brushed some strands of her hair back from her face. “Your hair,” he breathed. “Your hair is like a halo in this light. I could photograph you just like this and it would be the most beautiful photograph in existence...” he trailed off."

When I first wrote that...I thought I was a genius. Now I look at it and think, "There must be a better way to word that..." Heh.