Hello all,
I am currently in the middle of creative crisis - you probably know what I mean - that moment in time when you are 40,000 words into a novel, have hit the wall and every word you have written just screams AMATEUR!!!
Well, Im at that place....
So before I waste another 6 months of my life (hard earned months I might add as I have 4 little boys under 5 and a full time job and can only write in the wee dark hours of the morning) would you mind reading the first three paragraphs of my novel and giving me your honest opinion....
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Artois, France
May 1915
Hell had walked the earth this night and where its feet touched the ground great bursts of metal and mud took the lives of men, without discrimination or reason. Now, in the cold half light of dawn, all was still. Skeletal fingers of mist stretched over the ground revealing a strange lunar landscape, barren and pockmarked.
Green meadows had once swayed here, the scarlet heads of poppies and pimpernels floating above the grass. In these fields, stone age man had hunted his prey and pilgrims had walked the ancient paths to the holy places at Arras. Here, beside the haystacks, farmers had wooed their sweethearts. Now the windmills, the farmhouses, the trees and ridges had been smashed beyond all recognition. In one night the landscape had changed forever and so too the lives of all who fought here.
In the eery wasteland between two opposing armies, the place they called No Man’s Land, a solitary figure huddled beneath the rim of a shell hole, marooned in a sea of dead men. His name was Tomas Slavik and though he wore the uniform of a French Legionnaire, he was a long way from home.
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Thanks for taking the time, I appreciate it!
E.