I know that it is late, but I'm not putting this off until tomorrow. So without further ado, I give you the continuation of my story. However, since it is so late, it is going to be short.
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"You know," said Rhea slowly, "now that I think about it,some of these images you're using are rather cliché. Don't you writer types normally try to stay away from those things?"
"Well, yes. But it's hard because there are so many of them. I mean, they are used so often that, despite losing their original meaning, people do have a tendency to relate to them.. That and, used properly, they are generally pretty accurate with their intended meaning and descriptions. Sometimes, try as you might, you can't escape a cliché when it just works."
Rhea shrugged. "I guess I never thought of it that way. But that does make sense. So you think that these clichés are expressing exactly what you want them to?"
Jane thought about it for a moment. "Not all of them, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it up until now. I was just kinda writing. I didn't want to over think and then become anal about going back and have to rework everything. Sometimes things just work better when you let them flow."
"Well, you're right enough about that. Still, maybe you should do a list of all the images you have or want to use. That way you can choose which ones you want to continue and which ones you might think about taking about. You don't have to, but it's a thought."
"I suppose I could..."
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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