Yeah, that's tough.
But I really do believe in your book, Typo, and I think there's a serious market out there for it, especially these days. Keep at it. You already know that getting published is a long road, but hang in there.
Jayne: Anybody remember her comin' at me with a butcher's knife? Wash: Wacky fun.
'Objects In Space'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Liese S. - Mar 15, 2008 1:24:13 pm PDT #9889 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Lee - Mar 16, 2008 10:19:01 am PDT #9890 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The opening the box challenge is now closed.
This week's challenge is threads.
Typo Boy - Mar 17, 2008 12:04:11 pm PDT #9891 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Thanks Deena and Liese. Puts things in perspective though. I think the second book is finished (as opposed to the very rough draft I've shared).
I'm trying to come up with a title and description:
"Cooling a Fevered Planet - Winning the Fight against Climate Chaos"
Money, policy, politics and stopping global warming.
hippocampus - Mar 17, 2008 2:48:00 pm PDT #9892 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
MM - insent.
Miracleman - Mar 18, 2008 4:37:55 am PDT #9893 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Sox - Rec'd and thanks. Much to mull.
SailAweigh - Mar 19, 2008 4:41:14 pm PDT #9894 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Paycheck to Paycheck
The machines droned away. Land borne behemoths singing a doleful song that she could feel in her bones through the concrete floor. Gobbling up sliver, spinning out mile after mile of yarn, they loomed like gargantuan arachnids made of metal. Two machines per person, forty spindles per side, one hundred sixty spindles total, they spun. Caught in their web, she patrolled them all night, never letting the threads fall until the spindles were full. One quarter-mile circuit every fifteen minutes, eight miles a night. Had it been straw into gold, at least she might have found freedom at the end.
Toddson - Mar 20, 2008 5:00:31 am PDT #9895 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
wow, Sail
SailAweigh - Mar 20, 2008 5:38:29 am PDT #9896 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Worst six months of my life, Todd. Never thought I could spin that into gold. :)
Amy - Mar 20, 2008 10:46:21 am PDT #9897 of 10001
Because books.
Sail, DUDE. I love that.
Anyone feel like brainstorming titles?
Here's the gist: Young adult fiction. Sixteen-year-old girl with a legacy of witchcraft (and just beginning to play with her own power) brings her boyfriend back from the dead. Not treated comically; this is about the obligations that come with love, as well as a sort of metaphor for every girl discovering her identity and her power.
So ... titles? I'm thinking eerie, but not too OTT. Titles for books that have worked well recently are pretty short (Twilight, New Moon, Luxe, Crank, Glass, etc.) but there's room for some longer, more abstract titles, like A Great and Terrible Beauty.
Hit me! I hate working on a new idea without a title (even a placeholder one).
hippocampus - Mar 20, 2008 10:49:53 am PDT #9898 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Some play on Euridicie, maybe? too too?