De Sadorn, dewdhegves mis Genver
Saturday, 12th January
Nag o an gewer spladn hedhyw saw nag o hei yeyn naneyl. Gleb o an ayr. An glaw a godhas crowslinek. Gwag o an treth (po nebes). Na whath, me eth dhe Falmeth dhe vetya gen o cothmans. Thera scrifys genam story gen mil ger dhe dhebatya. Nag ew dha woroures pur dhe les! Nag üjy hei o cül tra veth! Ma odhom dhedhy dhe leverel moy. Pehen ew hei? Pandr’ew hy furpos e’n towl? Martesen, res ew dhebm y scrifa arta.
The weather was no bright today but neither was it cold. The air was damp. The rain fell diagonally. The beach was empty (almost). Nevertheless, I went to Falmouth to meet my friends. I had written a story with a thousand words to discuss. Your heroine is not very interesting! She doesn’t do anything! She needs to say more! What is she like? What is her function in the plot? Perhaps I must write it again.
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