This book was a slow start for me, but once it got going, it was hard to put down. I was almost late for work one morning, because I had started reading and couldn’t stop. I literally sat down 4 hours ago to finish it, because I just couldn’t stand not knowing what happened anymore. The Help is a riveting, entertaining first novel– I think Ms. Stockett should be quite proud of herself.
First, I’ve posted a new chapter to All I Wanna Do. I swear I never meant for this story to be an epic, but I also don’t want to truncate the story. Decisions, decisions. I’m starting to long for it to end, though. Do something new. I can’t even imagine how novelists keep writing the same damn story for hundreds of pages. I’ve been reading a lot on tips and pointers, things to do and not to do, and trying to apply them to whatever I’m working on. Recently I’m trying to get rid of anything ending in -ly (i.e. he looked at the burger hungrily. *rolleyes* I don’t think I was doing a lot of that but I’ve caught a few, usually weak chapters where I really just wanted it to be over). I’m also targeting -ing words (‘She sat on the bench, watching him feed the birds’, or even worse ‘picking up the mug, he took a long swallow of beer’). Very slowly, I am working toward not sounding like an amateur.
Courtesy Joe Finder, New York Times Best Selling author. May’s tip is on research– something I do, love to do, and get caught up in a lot. If I had a quarter for every time I almost got bit in the butt over research, I’d have………well probably around a dollar or so. I think this tip is great, and Joe’s word speaks for itself, so I’ll let him say it, after the jump– click on ‘read full article’ and have a ball!
It’s payday, and my reminder to update my word count for 2009. My goal on Jan 1 was 200,000 words. Previous count: 198,036 New Words: 10,526 Word Count Total: 208,562 Words to go: -8,562 \o/ ************************************* I reached my 200,000 word goal, so I am raising it by another 100,000 words. YAY. GOAL: 300,000 Current Count: 208,562 Words to Go: 91,438
It’s payday, and my reminder to update my word count for 2009. My goal on Jan 1 was 200,000 words. Previous count: 186461 New Words: 11575 Word Count Total:198036 Words to go: 1964 \o/
A short written for the linebyline prompt community: I kind of cheated this week. I started this forever ago and abandoned it, and tonight I was looking through some old stuff and it popped up, so I thought I would revise and add to it and try to fit this week’s line in it because– well hell. That is a hard line. So here we go. ### Her eyes slowly adjusted to the pre-dawn darkness and objects about the room started to take shape. Her head shifted slightly toward the source of a mysterious sound in the room, the one that startled her awake and made her heart race. No matter how often this happened, she’d never get used to him being there at random times during the night. In a few minutes, he would drop his arm from where it was usually slung casually across his forehead, roll over, swing his legs to the floor, and quietly, gently, get out of the bed. She would hear sounds of him padding about the room, barefoot, looking for the clothes he had flung hours earlier in a path to the bed. Then sounds of him putting them on—thick denim being yanked onto muscular, hairy legs, a loud zipper, a button. A shirt being pulled over his head, searching in the dark for the arm holes. Socks, then a dip in the bed as he sat to pull his shoes on. He would pick up his sweatshirt, the one that zipped up the front, and then tiptoe around to her side of the bed, lean down and brush dry, chapped lips across her cheek, tap her rump and whisper ‘thanks’ when her eyes fluttered open briefly. Then he would stealthily move about the house, checking for his wallet, jingling his keys, and walk out. She would hear him test the lock a few times to make sure she was locked inside. He always tested the lock. [read the rest at the archive]
Time to update my word count for 2009. Once I hit 200K, I guess I’ll bump it up, some. Previous count:173981 New Words: 12480 Word Count Total:186461 Words to go: 13539 That little raisin thing is scary.
On Writing by Stephen King My goodreads review
rating: 4 of 5 stars
I picked up this book on a whim from Amazon, while searching for some books on Writing. It comes pretty highly recommended from those who have read it. I have to admit I really only read 1/3 of it but I will read the rest. Part 2, On Writing, is basically King’s best advice to writers.
Thanks to my awesome betareader-friend-person who isn’t afraid to say ‘is that supposed to be there?‘, and my awesome cheerleader- friend-person, another chapter has been completed. I have no idea how many chapters are left and that might be a problem. Story planning isn’t my thing. I tell it until it’s done being told. Perhaps more organization on the next one? I am, annoyingly, highly critical of myself. I always think it’s boring, I always think it needs more, I always find a typo, or think I should have said something else or something better or omitted a word or added a scene. It’s nerve wracking. Why do I keep doing this, again? Oh. Because I want to improve. I’m off to read Stephen King, On Writing, who says ‘if you’re a bad writer, there’s no hope of becoming a good one and if you’re a good writer, and want to become great, fuggedaboutit.’ I’m not sure if I believe that… I’ve also read that writing is easy, anyone can do it. It’s editing and revising that creates the story. Interesting juxtapositions. To me, anyway. O/T I have a fly in my bedroom and it’s driving me INSANE!