I'm not a very good writer.
My ideas just don't work very well and my descriptions and metaphors are... pretty terrible. I also need to stop trying to write fiction in the present-tense. However, I am a total boss at sentence structure, punctuation, subject-verb agreement, verb tenses, and all that good stuff. (Obviously I don't employ the full extent of this in writing things like journals, though, or they'd probably sound less silly. :9)
I really want an editing job, but since there are like two of those in this entire town, I don't think I'm going to get one unless I've got a degree in journalism or something, which I don't want. OTL
I would suck at journalism. I don't want to write articles; I want to improve someone else's. That's what I'm good at! And if it says "Title, by Name X" and then "Edited by My Name", then we're both getting due credit and I'd be so happy! Aaaaah.
I would edit (and thereby greatly improve) the entire Forces of Tae Kwon Do textbook for free if it meant they'd give me credit for fixing all their grievous errors. :U
I've tried editing other people's fanfiction, but the problem is that the people who want my help are actually beyond help and seem to be totally unaware of it. I don't want to completely rewrite terrible crossover fanfictions so that tenth graders who are failing English class can pretend they know how to write. D:
Here's an actual excerpt from a fanfic written by someone who claimed they were a native English speaker. I am sobbing in advance. I gave up on editing this after like 3 paragraphs.
As we reach to our destination as dad park it in a garage of a huge mansion that is a size of castle.
And near the end of the chapter:
“Well, we don’t see anyone out at night,” I said to him, “Except for gang members, prostitutes, pimps, and thieves.”
“Don’t you say that word again,” he said in serious tone.
“At least we do not have anything to does with staying up until 9 o’clock,” I said to him with grin.
“What about finding a wife?” he said to me grabbing me.
“I don’t want to do that!” I said to him apathetically, “It is ruining my youth.”
“Fine!” he said to me as he went ahead, “We better start in a peacefully neighborhood.” “Why there?”
“SO I could begin my novel,” he said to me with a smile, “So don’t be so pushy.”
“Darn you X!” I said to him in anger.
We both laugh a little as we race through the hollow sky, but we did not know we were being watch by someone.
If you don't think that's too bad, I will also add that there were 14 pages of this, and that the first half consisted of block-of-text descriptions of every one of her characters. (There were a lot of them, too.) Each paragraph consisted of just one or two absurdly long sentences. Aaaaaah.
I really want an editing job, but since there are like two of those in this entire town, I don't think I'm going to get one unless I've got a degree in journalism or something, which I don't want. OTL
I would suck at journalism. I don't want to write articles; I want to improve someone else's. That's what I'm good at! And if it says "Title, by Name X" and then "Edited by My Name", then we're both getting due credit and I'd be so happy! Aaaaah.
I would edit (and thereby greatly improve) the entire Forces of Tae Kwon Do textbook for free if it meant they'd give me credit for fixing all their grievous errors. :U
I've tried editing other people's fanfiction, but the problem is that the people who want my help are actually beyond help and seem to be totally unaware of it. I don't want to completely rewrite terrible crossover fanfictions so that tenth graders who are failing English class can pretend they know how to write. D:
Here's an actual excerpt from a fanfic written by someone who claimed they were a native English speaker. I am sobbing in advance. I gave up on editing this after like 3 paragraphs.
As we reach to our destination as dad park it in a garage of a huge mansion that is a size of castle.
And near the end of the chapter:
“Well, we don’t see anyone out at night,” I said to him, “Except for gang members, prostitutes, pimps, and thieves.”
“Don’t you say that word again,” he said in serious tone.
“At least we do not have anything to does with staying up until 9 o’clock,” I said to him with grin.
“What about finding a wife?” he said to me grabbing me.
“I don’t want to do that!” I said to him apathetically, “It is ruining my youth.”
“Fine!” he said to me as he went ahead, “We better start in a peacefully neighborhood.” “Why there?”
“SO I could begin my novel,” he said to me with a smile, “So don’t be so pushy.”
“Darn you X!” I said to him in anger.
We both laugh a little as we race through the hollow sky, but we did not know we were being watch by someone.
If you don't think that's too bad, I will also add that there were 14 pages of this, and that the first half consisted of block-of-text descriptions of every one of her characters. (There were a lot of them, too.) Each paragraph consisted of just one or two absurdly long sentences. Aaaaaah.