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jackThis is my second fanfic. It's set on the discworld, a bit after Guards! Guards. It's probably worth having a look at if you haven't read any Pratchett, but obviously it won't be as good.
A couple of notes. Thanks to Edith for the title. I've tried to remain vaguely true to Pratchett. I've done my best to stick to the characters, despite being in an awkward transition from "oldP" to "newP." I've tried to make it funny, and roughly in his style, though there are considerable differences I don't apologise for: I'm not him, and I can only be good in different ways. However, I'd like to think he wouldn't object to this interpretation.
The formatting is a bit rudimenery since I'm posting it in my LJ. I'm using blank lines to denote paragprahs, so must use asterisks to denote scene changes. Any feedback welcome, from "I read a couple of paragraphs and got bored," to "I have a detailed line-by-line criticism of comma usage." There's also a poll here. Feel free to vote multiple times.
I like it, keep it coming!
Hmm. I'm not so sure. I probably won't bother reading the rest.Woo! This is great. Please send it to me now (I've put my name or email in the box) and I might even send back some suggestions or corrections. Alternatively, my computer is playing up and I'd like it offline in RTF format.
Noo! This is an abomination against my favorite author. The characters didn't ring true and you got all the details wrong. You suck.
I don't care how good it is, I love it anyway, I'm your mother:)
Just call the house Alexandria Tickybox already and stop with the polling!
Vimes opened his eyes. Then he opened his eyes again. Finally, he scraped at one eyelid, removing a chunk of gunk, and opened his eye for the third time. There was a slight tearing and a blaze of light. For an encore, he sat up. This was less than successful. In fact, it was less than failure, because a large grey blur he tentatively identified as the ground suddenly reared up at him, cracking him across the jawbone, and he realized he had been sitting up, but was now lying in the gutter.Three quaters of this story was written in a couple of days. The rest required a week of beating my head on a brick wall and fiddling with the grammar to try to make it better. I think this is the point where it's not going to get any better, so I'm serializing it here at roughly a chapter a day, just because.
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A couple of notes. Thanks to Edith for the title. I've tried to remain vaguely true to Pratchett. I've done my best to stick to the characters, despite being in an awkward transition from "oldP" to "newP." I've tried to make it funny, and roughly in his style, though there are considerable differences I don't apologise for: I'm not him, and I can only be good in different ways. However, I'd like to think he wouldn't object to this interpretation.
The formatting is a bit rudimenery since I'm posting it in my LJ. I'm using blank lines to denote paragprahs, so must use asterisks to denote scene changes. Any feedback welcome, from "I read a couple of paragraphs and got bored," to "I have a detailed line-by-line criticism of comma usage." There's also a poll here. Feel free to vote multiple times.
I like it, keep it coming!
Hmm. I'm not so sure. I probably won't bother reading the rest.Woo! This is great. Please send it to me now (I've put my name or email in the box) and I might even send back some suggestions or corrections. Alternatively, my computer is playing up and I'd like it offline in RTF format.
Noo! This is an abomination against my favorite author. The characters didn't ring true and you got all the details wrong. You suck.
I don't care how good it is, I love it anyway, I'm your mother:)
Just call the house Alexandria Tickybox already and stop with the polling!
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