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Author Omniscience.

In reviewing and updating Daniel Book Three: The Chaos Within. I stumbled across this bit of composition, and when I, the author, superimposed my persona into a third person narrative, that was through the eyes of the characters. It's a no-no, but damn if I'm taking it out.

Her hind legs ripped into his thighs. Daniel felt the kick coming but couldn’t move fast enough to counter it. The force of her thrust sent him flying, flipping. Daniel never let his eyes leave his attacker. Head swiveling, he pierced past her eyes and into her mind.

His body instinctively twisted at the hips, his feet pivoting in the air. His shoulders and arms followed in the cat’s ballet. He landed on all fours, head up, and a snarl on his lips matched that of the lioness.

Sometimes, you forget about the subtleties of life. Fierceness and rage become the elements that fuel you. Sometimes, life comes down to brute strength. Daniel’s body swelled with wild energy. Logic took a holiday.

In simultaneous explosions, he and Samantha lunged, their bodies clashing in the air, each desperately clawing, grasping for leverage and control of the other. Daniel would die before he surrendered.


I did not have enough confidence in my words and visualization to trust that I conveyed the moment in its fullness. So the crutch.


So why am I dredging through a work that is long published, with all its blemishes? Well, I'm working toward having all my books in my web store, and giving them away to any who might want to read my crazy. So, why not make it the best I can?

Simply put, my sense of inadequacy screams at me to "Do better!"



 
 
 

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