June - East Hampton,
I don't imagine the area looks quite like that now.
An idle question: which writer(s) do you think your personal style most resembles?
I've been re-reading some of L.E. Modesitt, Jr. and noticed some faint echoes, though I lack (among other things) his capacity for accumulative and sometimes mundane detail that manages to show his worlds and characters. As one reviewer put it ( The Denver Post on Ghost of the White Nights): "(His hero's) mild-mannered style conceals a dangerous opponent, while Modesitt's mild-mannered style conceals some wild adventure."
And an idle thought: I wonder if cliches proliferate, not so much by a lazy lack of imagination, but because an ingrained habit of describing emotions in the familiar terms we have read, rather than those we have truly and personally felt in the grip of an incident.
Take a sudden fear. In the synthesization of cause and effect, the instant is often described as "heart-stopping." The heart doesn't, of course, but there is a fractional second of cessation of all stimuli when a realization slams into the brain. The emotion, the fear, actually follows, when, for example, the infant is not in the crib or the vehicle slides irrevocably toward the cliff. The emotion might not actually emerge until much later, submerged as it sometimes is by the imperatives of action.
Of course, many readers seem to love the minute description of immediate physical response, often in cliched detail of respiratory malfunctions and sweat glands and displaced internal organs and all that. Even when the specific sensory examples are presented in original ways I'm beginning to find the collective passages that promote these sensations one by one a larger cliche.
Modesitt tends to avoid the problem by underplaying both the emotion and the action: "He lunged, and I moved, my hands reacting with patterns acquired years earlier. His arm snapped, and he cradled it, eyes watering."
A guy attacks him, so he breaks the fellow's arm. He only mentions the hero shaking when he's on his way back to his hotel -- as a simple fact without elaboration.
So whose writing do you resemble?