Anyway, best wishes to everyone for their writing in 2005!

edit: Deb, I meant to ask how your final edits on the my turn piece went? I can't imagine much changed...

edit 2: Susan... Not that I know much about the historical market, but I don't get the first person hang-up? The voice should be more removed because the time period is??? feh, I say. As long as it's well written. The only real first person issues I've encounted is with poetry and even those seemed kind of ridiculous... I had a prof who cautioned that poetry (especially in first person) doesn't get treated as fiction and should you decide to write a first person ode to a (fictional) dead relative, you can expect condolence mail. Haven't tested that theory yet.

(holding ears and telling Brynn to take the crit theory to Literary, please please please)

Seriously. Talking about crit in here makes the thread uninhabitable for me, and this is one only three threads I still do inhabit. Please not? Pretty please?

re edits, no, not much changed. A couple of tweaks.

Deb,

Sorry. It can tend to explode out of me. I will take down the crit stuff and leave up the pov stuff which is more relevant. Again. Apologies. Ack I feel *really* bad.

No, no, not to worry - leave it up, by all means. Just warn me next time...

Deb No, no you're right and that's ultimately why I trimmed. Specific crit related to people's work and responses it garners in this thread makes sense. General ravings on the topic of crit, not so much. I fear that all of this holiday debauchery has affected my netiquette.

(one closing digression, last one, I promise) A crit thread though, might be an idea. BTvS (the series, its writers, its fans) strike me as the cultural theorist's dream. I would be glad to host such a thing in lj if there were takers.

Not that I know much about the historical market, but I don't get the first person hang-up? The voice should be more removed because the time period is??? feh, I say. As long as it's well written.

Oh, nothing like that at all. AFAICT, first person is rare in romance in general, not just the historical subgenre, because of a perception that you can't tell a love story without both protagonists' POV. Me, I think it all depends on the story, but that's the market trend as it stands today. That could easily change--20-30 years ago, almost all romances were written solely from the heroine's POV, though usually in third limited rather than first, and including the hero's side of the story was the daring and risky choice!

And believe me, this judge wasn't trying to give me a better historical voice. I am not kidding when I say that if I followed her line edits, James and Lucy would sound more like a pair of lawyers flirting at a bar in 2004 than a Regency baronet and poor relation at a ball in 1809. t rolls eyes forever But my other Lucy judge specifically said I had a good Regency voice, and one of my Anna judges said I had a good grasp of period tone, so I'm going to continue to believe I know what I'm doing.

Brynn, I suspect you'd find a lot of takers - I'm one of the few "aaaagh CRIT step on it before it sprouts!" people on the planet at this point, honestly.

But we've had several genuinely ugly and acrimonious fights over the subject - not different viewpoints within the subject, but about the validity of the subject, period. I'm in the odd position of actually writing fiction for a living, and yet processing it in a way that cerebral critique not only doesn't work with, but is actively inimical to. If I enjoyed irony, this would bother me a lot less. However, me and irony, not so much. We are not happy fellow travellers.

So I stay completely out of the Literary thread, and keep hoping that in this one, which is supposedly about work in progress and the feedback wanted or needed by people who are doing creative work (fiction or non-fiction, it's all creative), the Big Societal and Cultural Implications of cerebral exercises will stay mostly away.

But that's just my own standpoint on it, and only explains for me.

A Fall

I was running late when my shoe caught on some tiny imperfection in the street. After a moment of blackness, I tasted blood and felt bits of teeth on my tongue. I saw the flash of revealed bone as a police officer and garage attendant bandaged me, accompanied by the Greek chorus of a homeless man repeating, "I saw it, I saw it, she just fell." The blood had soaked through when I got back to the office, and a security guard rebandaged me for the trip to the clinic. "I haven't seen anything like this since 'Nam," he said.

Ginger, ouch ouch ouch ouch ouchouchouch OUCH.

I felt that one. Ouch.

Ouch, Ginger.

erika, I somehow missed your post in Beep Me, but I just went back and found it. Very powerful piece, and you've a real flair for turning a phrase. I loved this bit:

From my bedroom, I can hear that Mary has decided to narrate her defloration like a Ken Burns movie. Or a nature film on the habits of the captive suburban beaver. It's true; she cannot be struck speechless.