So today I finished the “final” draft of Alen’s War.
How’s that for some bathos?
I didn’t want to think about biology or literature or any other such college stuff, so instead I dressed up three of my siblings as well-to-do 1920s folk and dragged them to a school parking lot. Then we filmed a slapstick video about the misfortunes of a dandy named Charlie.
Why do I share this on the writing blog? To prove that the old “show, don’t tell” rule is easy enough for anybody to understand- including my ten-year-old sister. Check it out:
So now you know.