I've started writing my own novel, its supposed to a coarse, humorous account of teenage culture. It is simultaneously (or it will be once its finished) an allegory on the restrictive nature of institutionalised religion ( the club they always go to will come to symbolise the church as the novel progresses, the capitalisation of We Are, is also a significant satirical reference to Christ ) Ive uploaded a sample of the first chapter and a half and was wondering what everyone thought of it. Any comments good or bad are welcome ! Thanks for taking the time to read it.
only read it up to pg 8...but it's good!.... keep on going!
thanks, i'm in a bit of a writers block period at the moment (im up to chapter 7) so i thought id get some feedback. the question is though, if it was a real book would you, considering the bit that you've read, read it till the end. Or do you think its a bit weak ?
I read the whole thing. It's very good, it's got some very interesting and unique ideas that I haven't really read about before. I think if it were a real book I would definitely want to read to the end. Keep on writing! (And post more of the book, if you want to)
It's good, I didn't get to read very much of it as I really need to do coursework but what I read was enjoyable, I will read it all some other time and maybe try and give more helpful comments but I wouldn't count on it as most of what I say is rubbish.
Ah, good thinking. That could work really well as it progresses.
Ah, I missed that one. As pointed out in no uncertain terms, that doesn't really make sense. Still, such errors are easily ironed out.
My advice to all wannabe writers. Get a real job.
My advice to all members of the human race. Disregard any and all advice coming from someone with BENT written on their forehead. [I couldn't resist].
I know, I know. You get your proverbial knickers in a twist over it every time it's mentioned, though.
Sadly I've got nothing better to do than make pitiful attempts at riling you up.
A capital suggestion. I shall leave you to your bursts of randomised sarcasm.