Is it me, or does DTP's latest venture into fiction seem forced, laden with treacle yet banal, and not remotely funny or interesting?
Wow. Ya think Rajah and Charlie-The-Gun-Hater were right all along?
Free clue to aspiring fiction writers: Act I: Chase your character up a tree. Act II: Throw rocks at him. Act III: Get him back down.
For humor, add liberal amounts of pratfalls, and/or children or pets. And don't forget the fat sidekick.
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