Really, I have no idea. I can find mistakes, and I can understand where a critic is coming from when they say to change things, but I have no idea how to put those changes into practice.
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo
Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.
Tricky question, indeed. I'm thinking of sketching up an article on this, because if I explained everything to you that I have in mind, I would definitely confuse you.
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders