Hooray! I finished the first thorough edit of my novel, which is now being called Unwilling, last night. It's now in the hands of my lovely critiquers, my parents (both former newspaper editors who insist that because they enjoyed Twilight any YA book is up their alley) and bagels from AW, who blew me away with her editing advice in the SYW forum there.
Now I'm going to relax for a few days while I wait for feedback, do some critiquing of my own, and play with my parrot. Ah, summer. How I adore thee.
3 comments:
Your parents enjoyed Twilight? I enjoy most YA books but I'm often surprised by how raunchy some of them can be.
Good luck with the editing! I'm actually looking forward to that process - perhaps I'll regret saying that later?
Julie,
My parents are Twilight obsessed. I really don't understand it, since Twilight bothered me a lot. I reluctantly read the whole series and then wished I hadn't since, book 4 creeped me out the most...I understand the attraction of it, but as a die-hard Buffy and Anita Blake fan, I feel like my pre-conceptions about vampires and vampire hotness couldn't jive with Stephenie Meyers' :)
Thanks for the wish for good luck editing. I enjoy line editing, but I'm not a fan of doing big overhauls, which I do have to do for this novel. Changing the whole thing from first to third person is a real drag (so I understand how you'll feel changing part of yours from present to past tense!). If you enjoy editing, I am forever envious of you. That's a great trait to have as a writer!
Regan,
Enjoying editing and being good at it are two different things. But that's what my friends and family are for (as you already know with your parents)
Ok, I loved your advice for a little "Prequel" to my Cather in The Rye quote. I came up with something today, tell me what you really think.
Lying and deception are pretty big themes in my novel so your idea to start with that as an opening sentence worked in more ways than you could have imagined.
My new Beg:
It always amazes me that a lie can be represented with one word. That’s like telling someone “there’s color on the wall.”
Really? What color? Is it blue? What kind of blue; light blue, dark blue, periwinkle?
Truth, now that’s a word so pure and specific it should be as rare as 5ct. diamonds.
How often do we really tell the untarnished truth? How many teeny, tiny lies wrap around our truth like bacon around a perfect filet minion?
It hardly seems wrong to make something as pure as truth even tastier surrounded by juicy bacon. It was better that way.
So when someone told me most of my life had been a lie, what was my response?
“Yes, but whose life isn’t?” I said shrugging my shoulders
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