EJDeBrun
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I hope this is allowed (if not I apologize in advance, I couldn't figure anything out exactly in the rules regarding rewrites in the same post) I just want an opinion before I get too deep into the wrong direction again.
Taking everyone's feedback into consideration, and with the help of another writer friend, I've re-written the first 300 words and would to get any immediate opinions of improvement or not.
So without any delay here it is. Have at it!
Alec’s neck was stiff. He had been sitting for hours with his back hunched and his eyes dry from staring at his monitor, but it was worth it. Twenty-four individual creature sightings, including three more unidentified species and that was what he could see himself. He was sure he would find more once he reviewed the rest of the outboard camera footage.
A sharp twinge pinched between his shoulders and Alec swung both arms over his head to stretch in his seat. His fingers just brushed the bridge ceiling. Space on the Argo was tight and rest of the crew were crammed into their workstations like so many chocolates packed into a small box. Hiroshi, the mission’s commander, sat at the front, his hands busy keeping the shuttle hovering above Kepler 48.3’s endless ocean while the others concentrated on their own tasks of recording, calculating, measuring every aspect of the water-planet’s environment. The information would then be sent back to the Odyssey where scientists were waiting to parse through it for something, anything, that could help humanity’s search to find more hospitable planets.
Alec glanced out the bridge windows. The sky was still blue but the clouds below had taken on brilliant shades of orange and gold. He could even see the Argo’s triangular shadow wobble over the the uneven surface. To him, Earth’s problems were as far as the planet itself. He stared at the incredibly rich colors pouring past the thick glass. This was what he studied, worked and trained for, the chance to witness for himself life’s other possibilities.
“Okay, crew, it’s getting late,” Hiroshi called from the pilot seat. “Time to pack up.”
Behind him, Gus yawned and scratched his flat stomach. “Oh, thank God,” he said with his mouth wide open. “I’m hungry.”
Taking everyone's feedback into consideration, and with the help of another writer friend, I've re-written the first 300 words and would to get any immediate opinions of improvement or not.
So without any delay here it is. Have at it!
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Alec’s neck was stiff. He had been sitting for hours with his back hunched and his eyes dry from staring at his monitor, but it was worth it. Twenty-four individual creature sightings, including three more unidentified species and that was what he could see himself. He was sure he would find more once he reviewed the rest of the outboard camera footage.
A sharp twinge pinched between his shoulders and Alec swung both arms over his head to stretch in his seat. His fingers just brushed the bridge ceiling. Space on the Argo was tight and rest of the crew were crammed into their workstations like so many chocolates packed into a small box. Hiroshi, the mission’s commander, sat at the front, his hands busy keeping the shuttle hovering above Kepler 48.3’s endless ocean while the others concentrated on their own tasks of recording, calculating, measuring every aspect of the water-planet’s environment. The information would then be sent back to the Odyssey where scientists were waiting to parse through it for something, anything, that could help humanity’s search to find more hospitable planets.
Alec glanced out the bridge windows. The sky was still blue but the clouds below had taken on brilliant shades of orange and gold. He could even see the Argo’s triangular shadow wobble over the the uneven surface. To him, Earth’s problems were as far as the planet itself. He stared at the incredibly rich colors pouring past the thick glass. This was what he studied, worked and trained for, the chance to witness for himself life’s other possibilities.
“Okay, crew, it’s getting late,” Hiroshi called from the pilot seat. “Time to pack up.”
Behind him, Gus yawned and scratched his flat stomach. “Oh, thank God,” he said with his mouth wide open. “I’m hungry.”