Daily Writing Journal - my urban lit African American romance. - #15 Progress with grammar, trying out sample movement. New Synopsis
So I'm going back to craft practice and only spending 15 minutes a day on the blog. I might do less. Right now I've clocked in about 1.45 minutes. So let's roll. Description Yes, this is one of my craft weaknesses and has given me grief while editing. That and a host of others However I've done a sample. Practice one. Danny slapped the creaky front door shut and crossed the busy road. It was freezing donkey balls. Ancient Mr Pink was outside with his old banger car, polishing the yellow bodywork, rubbing in the shine so it shone like fool's gold. Two doors down, troublemaking Mrs Green was fighting with her no-good baby father, cursing him out, calling him a useless mama's boy, no change there. At the bottom of the road, Danny turned a sharp left and hurried down a row of expensive townhouses. All neatly kept with immaculate front porches and luxury cars parked outs - Jaguars, Bentleys, Maybach and the odd Porsche. All except one townhouse. It was tumb...