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How much description is too much description?

Submitted by on January 12, 2010 – 9:39 amNo Comment
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Stammo asked:

I am currently working on my fourth major edit of my first major novel that I plan on publishing within a year or two. But as I have been working on this edit, I cannot stop wondering, is this just too much description?

My other edits consisted of lots of dialogue, but hardly any description. So I am going to ask your advice, not on if you think this is a good story or not or if you would read it, but if you think that there is just too much description.

Here are the opening paragraphs of my first chapter-

The war bells of Tadington chimed endlessly in her mind as she dashed through the palace halls without hesitation. The bells tolled on, shrilly piercing the darkness as snow fell heavily from the heavens. Already, a blanket of snow and ice covered Rhodinia, even though the New Year had just begun almost two weeks ago. But the snow was the least of her worries. She considered it a blessing until she realized that escape would be nigh impossible. With the invading forces cutting off her only escape route, her situation was hopeless.

But why make such reckless haste? If hope was truly gone, then why continue running?

Dong!

The war bells ebbed at her sanity as they continued to haunt her like a vivid nightmare pursues its victim, long after they have awakened. There wasn’t much time. Her pace picked up as she remembered that she wasn’t running away. There was some one else that she longed to save above herself.

She blinked the tears from her eyes that still fell like rain. It was over. None had to tell her, for she already knew it. The hellish bells confirmed her fears with every spine-chilling ring. Nothing could stop it any longer. Her father had died and his army had failed. Emporia was left unprotected and exposed, weak, and ready for the taking. There was little hope left for her now, yet she still ran.

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