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Originally Posted by Moejoe
Thanks for the review. Although it's not actually set anywhere in the real world (I very rarely write about the real world, at least the real world that is identified by names and places). 'You' set it in Florida. 
As a point of interest, the white sandy beaches I'm describing are actually Spanish. In my imagination this story takes place in an amalgam of Southport/Blackpool/Lloret De Mar and Cypress (Aya Napa and Limassol). I am not by any stretch of yours or my imagination, a realist. 
EDIT: And you've just listed all my favourite writers, which is uncanny (apart from Hiassan, who I've read, but not a favourite). Maybe there is something to this being influenced malarky  |
It is the just the teacher in me that would have you do it over. I do it to everybody. Yet, I know that I myself am not a good writer.
I was thinking of starting a thread on proletariat writing. One such writer, Karen Maitland, who wrote
Company of Liars and
The Owl Killers has really made an impression on me. Imagine a medieval thriller without a noble or clergyman mentioned.
Anyway, back to oil spills and passion. Heres a recent piece by Carl Hiaasen:
http://www.miamiherald.com/2010/06/2...e-becomes.html