This is my 31st entry in the Daily Writing prompt, and also the same excerpt I used on day #1. Below is the writing prompt itself and then beneath that are my two completed pages. The top page is from today and the bottom page is from my first writing prompt. I’ve juxtaposed the two so I can see if any improvements have been made. The margins are now a half inch wider (which makes it look way better. Heck, if you want to see immediate improvement with little work, just widen the margins.). Today, I can clearly navigate the letter that drop below the baseline better than I had. I remember that being one of my focuses back then. Overall, it is better and may be even better than it was had I written during a normal time during the day (currently, it is 3:21 A.M.).
For some reason, the “Tale” in “A Tale of Two Cities” I decided needed to be lowercased. It’s an auxiliary word to the title, right?
When his host followed him out on the staircase with a candle, to light
him down the stairs, the day was coldly looking in through its grimy
windows. When he got out of the house, the air was cold and sad, the
dull sky overcast, the river dark and dim, the whole scene like a
lifeless desert. And wreaths of dust were spinning round and round
before the morning blast, as if the desert-sand had risen far away, and
the first spray of it in its advance had begun to overwhelm the city.
Waste forces within him, and a desert all around, this man stood still
on his way across a silent terrace, and saw for a moment, lying in the
wilderness before him, a mirage of honourable ambition, self-denial, and
perseverance. In the fair city of this vision, there were airy galleries
from which the loves and graces looked upon him, gardens in which the
fruits of life hung ripening, waters of Hope that sparkled in his sight.
A moment, and it was gone. Climbing to a high chamber in a well of
houses, he threw himself down in his clothes on a neglected bed, and its
pillow was wet with wasted tears.