Love the way you incorporate these small but colorful details: "and the whir of a fan with a broken blade somewhere just as far off, scratching with a monotony of repetition as I watched a fly bumping up against a dirty window pane."
It's funny in a strange sort of way how when I write something, I always want to layer it with something else. I don't write what I do intentionally, I don't even realize I'm doing it half the time, I just tell myself to use my five senses on every page if I can. But I love how you can pick out things and call them well done, when I don't even think they're done well.
Love the way you incorporate these small but colorful details: "and the whir of a fan with a broken blade somewhere just as far off, scratching with a monotony of repetition as I watched a fly bumping up against a dirty window pane."
It's funny in a strange sort of way how when I write something, I always want to layer it with something else. I don't write what I do intentionally, I don't even realize I'm doing it half the time, I just tell myself to use my five senses on every page if I can. But I love how you can pick out things and call them well done, when I don't even think they're done well.