When did it become normal to waste readers' attention on technical articles:
"In the corner of the student union building there is a coffee shop, and in the corner of the coffee shop are two students. Liz taps away at the keyboard of the battered hand-me-down MacBook her brother gave her when she moved away to college. To her left on the bench seat, Tim scrawls equations on a coil-bound notebook. Between them is a half-empty cup of room temperature coffee that Liz sporadically sips from to stay awake.
Across the room, the barista looks up from his phone to glance around the shop. ..."
It was the weekend, and I had fun writing it. Nobody is forcing you to read it. But I'm certain that if I wrote it in the style you wanted me to write it in (which is how I write most of the things I write!), you never would have seen it :)
Of course, just as nobody is forcing you to read my complaints :)
> you never would have seen it
On the contrary -- I clicked it only because of the title. But I stopped reading after the first paragraph, so I still don't know what does it mean to listen on a port, exactly because of the style, too bad for me. :)
But I strongly support your right to write any style you want, I'm avid supporter of authors' "right to burn".
Thanks! I don’t currently, but I tend to turn them around pretty quickly when I get an idea (this one was just an idea until the day before I published).
Exactly. After first sentence I immediatelly switched into "scan mode". I was'nt able to find the answer for the question in the title.
I was even not able to identify a section where the answer could be burried in.
"'No', our main character Tim, a computer science major from Ontario, the capital of Ottawa, Canada, mystifiedly said, shrugging his broad, well-toned shoulders."
If he was a good writer, maybe he could have made it work. But this reads like a "write what you did yesterday" assignment handed in by a 12 year old. If even.
"In the corner of the student union building there is a coffee shop, and in the corner of the coffee shop are two students. Liz taps away at the keyboard of the battered hand-me-down MacBook her brother gave her when she moved away to college. To her left on the bench seat, Tim scrawls equations on a coil-bound notebook. Between them is a half-empty cup of room temperature coffee that Liz sporadically sips from to stay awake.
Across the room, the barista looks up from his phone to glance around the shop. ..."