I once opened a Charles Dickens novel, with the intent to study how he built a paragraph, how he structured his sentences, how he colored a scene and brought it to life. I learned I could not hope to write well if compared with one such as he. In my opinion, such endless invention cannot be learned. So I have contented myself to muddle through by writing in my own voice. And I am sometimes contented with what I read.
No comments:
Post a Comment