The Postscript
The Postscript
Step into times forgotten and places unknown with The Postscript.
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Escape the digital screen—this monthly subscription is designed to help transform your writing while transporting you through tangible lessons. Join your (slightly pedantic) guide, C. L. Quirke, on an adventure mailed on the first of every month across the entirety of the U. S.
What's inside every delivery:
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Physical Lessons: Printed on quality weathered paper with a real wax seal.
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Practical Craft: Deep dives into storytelling, character depth, and advancing dry plots.
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I have been travelling through Killsbrough for roughly three weeks now, and the manuscripts I have edited; oh! Some of them are completely wretched. My inkwell is nearly empty from all the revisions, but those compositions are just about half the size of when I first laid eyes on them. Every single one of them possessed the same flaw: rambling of the highest degree. L. P. Iggleson spent nearly five pages on the wood grain of his floorboards; I am now extremely well-versed in the art of floor-laying, even though I had certainly not been searching for that sort of information in the beginning.
Do you know what will kill a good book? Rambling. I and several of my colleagues endured a phase where we read this complete monstrosity of a series for weeks, if not months. The series’ premise was a great idea. . the execution? Not so much. If I had
stacked the entire series, it would have no doubt been up to my knee and provided more than double the boredom that I received from L. P. Iggleson’s chronicle. If the manuscript had been given to me, countless scenes would’ve left covered in red ink.