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On comparisons to better writers

Sometimes my sister's writing depresses me.

It's not that it's bad—it's that it's good. It's better than anything I could turn out. For example:

(Background: "the passenger" is a cheerleader at Sage and Wes's school, whom Sage is supposed to help sneak out of the country. Sage and Wes both hate cheerleaders, naturally.)
"The passenger has been missing for three days," she said. Sage seemed to be taking the news with more cheer than was strictly proper. The depth of her anti-cheerleader feeling must be more serious than I previously imagined. Years of unchecked school spirit can do that to you.
That's so much better than what I would have written if I'd done that scene, it's not even funny.


May. 9th, 2006 02:00 pm (UTC)