I’m starting to get really sick of people in my fiction class writing, “She decided right then and there that she had to make it all the way to Oregon, though she had no idea why.”
What do you mean, she had no idea? Do you constantly go around doing things with no idea why you’re doing them? Even if you say you don’t know your motivation, you really do. You’re just embarrassed to say what the motivation is.
What a fucking cop-out.
