I am working on writing a book. I have the story laid out so perfectly in my head, and have four chapters written so far. The only issue I am having is the damn comma. I'm going to put up the first 3 examples, from the CH 3 WIP, I posted in the SYW section. I want to give the examples, so maybe someone can tell me what I'm doing wrong.
I think I put it in the right places, but then others look at it, and not so much. I put too many, I dont put enough, it's starting to frustrate me lol
Thomas and Gus, carried the wood through the door. They placed it against the wall, of the now empty storm shelter. Thomas looked around the room, a lot of empty cots, but no Theresa or Chelsea. He turned to Gus, opening his mouth to speak, a loud crash echoed from the next room.*
“I said get your ass home,” they heard through the wall. “Shit Keith's here,” Gus said, as the two men raced from the storm shelter. They made their way out to the bar room, as a glass flew past them, shattering against the wall.*
“Woah! What the hell is going on?” Gus shouted, storming toward the center of the bar room. He looked around, taking notice of a few turned chairs. Keith stood over a trembling Chelsea, who was down on her knees, cleaning up a broken mug. Theresa stood in the middle, trying to calm Keith.*
I think I put it in the right places, but then others look at it, and not so much. I put too many, I dont put enough, it's starting to frustrate me lol
Thomas and Gus, carried the wood through the door. They placed it against the wall, of the now empty storm shelter. Thomas looked around the room, a lot of empty cots, but no Theresa or Chelsea. He turned to Gus, opening his mouth to speak, a loud crash echoed from the next room.*
“I said get your ass home,” they heard through the wall. “Shit Keith's here,” Gus said, as the two men raced from the storm shelter. They made their way out to the bar room, as a glass flew past them, shattering against the wall.*
“Woah! What the hell is going on?” Gus shouted, storming toward the center of the bar room. He looked around, taking notice of a few turned chairs. Keith stood over a trembling Chelsea, who was down on her knees, cleaning up a broken mug. Theresa stood in the middle, trying to calm Keith.*