Stilletto at Library Thing
I know this is hideous. But you have to see for yourself, and why not start with the novel Stiletto by Harold Robbins.
Many bestselling books are sloppily written, especially when their authors have managed to make a name for themselves already, one way or another. In case you haven’t already had a “bestseller writer” tattoo stamped on your forehead, and if you want to earn your millions with, like, honest work, you might want to try and do better than this:
It gets worse from there. No wait—it is worse already! And technically, it’s sloppy shit.
First, the bartender certainly doesn’t have to explain to an experienced prostitute that it is Sunday and that it is late and that the tourists are already in bed. Guess whom he is addressing instead: yes, you.
Second, you just shouldn’t switch from one character’s head into another’s without at least a linespace. It’s confusing, it’s inconsistent, it’s disruptive, and, what else … oh yeah, right. It’s sloppy shit. You might want to memorize that as a technical term.
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