Last night... well, very very late last night/early this morning, whilst fidgeting with a really vague story idea of mine, I happened to stumble upon a pretty random writing style. One which I have never tried before, usually my writing being pretty bland and straightforward. I blame the tiredness at the time. I won't lie, at the time I thought it seemed ok, now however I'm not so sure. I'm tempted to finish a page or two before judging it. I will paste an opening paragraph here, would appreciate some feedback on how it reads? Smooth, hard, not worth the effort? Etc. You'll understand what I mean. Thanks.
The chapter/scene would then continue with the young man heading downstairs for breakfast, with a days work on his mind, only to be met with the news he is being drafted into a royal army, of sorts, to his and his family's dismay. Forgive me but the story is very vague right now.The morn began like any other recent. Sun rising in the eastern, moon setting at the western. Devan Blacke, a young man of a sprightly disposition sprung from his resting place, dispelling the last bedtime's sleep from his eyes as he moved. Before facing the day ahead, a quick visit to the family washroom. A scrub of the teeth with paste, consisting of ground charcoal and sage leaves, followed by a scrub of the face, neck and body with washcloth and bucket, half filled with slightly chill fresh water. A glance upon the mirror reassured him that his beard had a couple of days growth left in it before having to worry about smartening. His hair, a different matter entirely. Thick and straggled, the only solution apparent to tie a length of cloth around it, forming a stub ponytail. Dressing in workable duds, his thoughts could now turn hungrily to breakfast.