Raymond Carver to the Rescue

[rynling]

Said no one in the history of ever, probably.

Still, I find that when I am absolutely stuck on a passage, it helps to write like Raymond Carver.

She poured the coffee into a cup and drank.

"We're leaving," he said.

She took another sip.

Sometimes that's all you need. Like, oh, you need to convey the fact that your characters don't particularly like each other? There, you're done. Good job. Moving on.

Comments

[renegadefolkhero]

I've spent the past few minutes thumbing to a random page in Where I'm Calling From, picking a random set of lines, and imagining they fanfic they belong in.

When he spoke she could barely hear his voice.
"The key," he said. "Give it to me."
"What?" she said. She gazed a the door.
"The key," he said. "You have the key."
"My God," she said, "I left the key inside."

(Mario and Peach return from a rainy afternoon at the local go-kart/mini-golf course; they've been fighting; Peach has been drinking; the subject of Daisy has come up twice)

[rynling]

That's a really cool idea. I think I'll take a few days to consider the nuances so I can do it justice and

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4653495

oh shit my hand slipped.