BlackShanglan
Silver-Tongued Papist
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FallenMorgan said:I will admit to falling for that thing, but then when I rewrote the story, I reduced it down to this first sentence:
I was nineteen back then - and not necessarily your typical nineteen year old. I had sorta ear length black hair and black clothes - I guess I was a sort of ‛emo‛ type
I mention my height in the story at a later point, and then my weight in episode three.
I like how you did this because it ties the description into the personality of the character and, as you observe, supplies the reader with a few key images rather than a massive core dump. Of course, different readers want different things; I try to imitate what I like, which is getting just the most important elements of description that tell me some things about character as well. Nice job.
Handprints said:Yes, on reflection, I'm willing to accept that "hits gym, bulks up, get laid" bears every last hallmark of a cliche. Which forces me, very unwillingly, to examine the possibility that 40-somethings who give up 90 minutes of their valuable time every day to try to shift a higher tonnage than last week's effort might also be something of a cliche...
That's it: I'm dumping the wife, buying a Porsche and looking into Rogaine. If I'm already having a mid-life crisis, I might as well do it right...
Best,
H (staring intently at a mirror, wondering if any muscle groups need special attention today...)
*laugh* Well, a thing can be quite an excellent idea in real life (as I think that exercising at a gym is) without being gripping reading - which is why so many of us run for the hills when a story includes an introductory "This really happened to me!" line. However, if I might drag your own work into the discussion, I thought that of all stories I've read involving some mention of gyms, yours (in two parts) had one of the best reasons for going there and one of the best work-ins for mentioning it. Your character needed a physical outlet in more ways than one, and he craved control in many ways as well. Because you did such strong groundwork with his work/life situation, the inclusion of the gym didn't feel jarring or forced. It connected meaningfully to the rest of the story and was a great deal more than just a means to convey a taut body.
You even managed to look into a mirror without lingering adoringly over your cock and pecs or using the phrase "of a man X years younger." Clearly you are a force to be reckoned with.