Okay, so the whole beginning really captures that atmosphere of being caught up in a depressive fog where you feel so numb that you don't know what to do anymore and you go for walk and all you can register is how the air feels and it's freeing and crowding you all at the same time and you walk up onto the bridge telling yourself you just want to look... but you just turn around and go back home again. You really nailed a feeling that is hard to put into words and it took me back to a time when I could really relate to Scotty in this fic (in a good way because I'm better now and can look back and see how much I've improved). Just amazing. Also, your dialogue is killer. There's a naturalness to it that I wish I could achieve in my own writing.
Thank you, it means a lot to me to get that right, to be honest about those kinds of struggles. I’m sorry you can relate, but am very glad you’re in a better place. It has been a journey to explore these things with him. Some days the dialogue flows, and it did here! So glad you enjoyed
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