You may or may not know this: good fiction writers shouldn’t use clichés. Always striving to improve, but admittedly a little wet behind the ears, I had to ask myself, “What the heck is a cliché?”
I found this handy resource and considered myself blessed.
Forewarned is forearmed, Even though I couldn’t see the forest for the trees, I went whole hog after what writing a cliché really means. From the bottom of my heart, it is the gospel truth; I didn’t know what one was until I saw hard proof.
I read writers craft books from the start to the finish and found my fat was in the fire and I was a sitting duck. I almost threw in the towel as it drove me up the wall, but I put my nose to the grindstone and read those books some more. The more I read the more I felt the pinch.
Make no bones about it, I grew madder than a wet hen. As I learned more and saw the error of my ways, I grew more and more determined to beat this dead cliché-horse. Come hell or high water, I would wipe the egg off my face and refuse to eat humble pie.
I’ve worked my fingers to the bone and barely scratched the surface of this ugly bunch. Clichés might just be my Achilles’ heel that takes me down a peg. I may be washing my dirty laundry in public and wasting my last breath, but you can bet your bottom dollar that those good-for-nothing books could lead this horse to water but couldn’t make her drink. I’ve got a snowball’s chance in hell of eliminating these sneaky little snakes in the grass from my written work.
Sooner or later, I’m going to have to knuckle them down or I’ll be in the doghouse. Clichés might just be the death of me. But then again you never know what could happen in the heat of the battle or in the twinkling of an eye. I might have finally separated the wheat from the chaff. If I get my act together and get to the bottom of it before it gets my goat, I might be able to quit making mountains out of molehills and share with you my cliché tale of woe.