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Gudanov - Aug 06, 2009 6:35:34 am PDT #1965 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping

I'm done with the revision of chapter 6,well the first revision anyhow. I think that puts me at 10% through the first revision run.

I started chapter 7 revised and actually added words to a scene. I haven't read it aloud yet, so I don't yet know how the NyQuil fueled writing went. Plowing ahead.

My wife has now started a blog about helping me write.

[link]

She seems to think I'll get published. I'm much less optimistic, but we'll clean the hell out of this manuscript and then give it a shot.


Beverly - Aug 06, 2009 7:58:15 am PDT #1966 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

That's a great idea for a blog, Gud (You might tell her the correct spelling is "go-fer". Or, you know, not). That concept of support is very very important to people who have to carve time out of their day for their art or craft.

When H was carving and painting figurines, or making pysanky, to be given to others as a gift from our family, I was in charge of the music, backrubs, sandwiches, fresh tea, kid wrangling, parent wrangling, and kibbitzing about color and design. And when I was working on the last drawer novel, I would eat when a plate of hot and delicious food was put between me and my keyboard. Physical and practical support is invaluable to someone with limited time to devote to their art.


Allyson - Aug 06, 2009 8:20:52 am PDT #1967 of 6690
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

oh god, this conversation is going so badly. moral support, please. my hands are shaking. i feel terrible. i might start to cry.


Gudanov - Aug 06, 2009 8:23:37 am PDT #1968 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping

I'm sorry it's going badly Allyson. This is about redoing the chapters I assume? You're doing what you have to, he let this go for a year, you're not going to be able to move forward without him not holding up his end.


erikaj - Aug 06, 2009 8:26:14 am PDT #1969 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!

God, so awful. Sorry, Allyson.


Allyson - Aug 06, 2009 8:37:36 am PDT #1970 of 6690
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

I'm a greedy backstabber who would never have gotten this far without him.

Friendship over.

I feel awful. I stood my ground, but it couldn't have gone any worse than it did.


Barb - Aug 06, 2009 8:39:12 am PDT #1971 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”

I'm a greedy backstabber who would never have gotten this far without him.

Okay, wait-- he wrote three chapters out of ten that he then didn't work on for nearly a year?

EPIC FAIL on his part.


Allyson - Aug 06, 2009 8:42:52 am PDT #1972 of 6690
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

It's on my part, too. I should have recognized it earlier. I didn't. His feelings are terribly hurt and he's lashing out.

But the appropriate response to a massive rewrite is never "(Agent Kate) is just one opinion, why do we have to make changes?"


Gudanov - Aug 06, 2009 8:45:13 am PDT #1973 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping

Okay, wait-- he wrote three chapters out of ten that he then didn't work on for nearly a year?

Yes, exactly.

I don't know a lot about publishing, but I'm pretty sure that your agent is not just one opinion.


Laura - Aug 06, 2009 8:45:16 am PDT #1974 of 6690
Our wings are not tired.

I'm sorry, Allyson. The conversation had to happen to go forward. I hope he sees things differently after time passes.