It's just not working out for me, Burrell. I butchered the first chapter making the effort. I can't make my head switch over.

I'm just doing the narrative. It will sell, or it won't sell. But I'll finish it the way I know how, and try and deal with the fact that it isn't the quality it could be if only I could write it correctly. I know how that sounds, like I'm being defiant to my own detriment.

I also have a writing partner, now. It's working out nicely.

Allyson, essentially you're telling a story to your nephew, and to any other kids who may be reading the story, or having it read to them. It doesn't have to be Sam's voice. You're the storyteller. Your voice is fine.

Quality has nothing to do with POV, it has to do with the story. And you tell wonderful stories. So please stop doubting your own voice and just tell the story.

I'm glad you have a writing partner, if that's helping you.

Just had a really good story meeting, want to go home and write so badly I can taste it. But, need to do more work. A few more hours. Just a few more.

Oh Allyson, it was only a suggestion, if it doesn't work for you don't stress yourself trying to do it. I have a terrible time trying to write in first person unless I'm actually writing about myself.

Shelf Space

The new shelves are measured, they're dusted and neat.
They're measured in inches, they're measured in feet.
The movers have measured in boxes and pounds,
But books still pile up in undignified mounds.
They capture the table, they conquer the floor.
They have to be shifted to open the door.
From now on I'll be good, I'll learn to be tough.
A room lined with tall shelves is surely enough.
One birthday, two yard sales, three local book fairs
The books climb off the shelves and head for the stairs.
The other thing that's certain is curious looks,
Followed each time by: "Have you read all these books?"

Heheh. That's good, Ginger. Books are kind of like crab grass, invasive and hard to get rid of.

I think I need to print that out in large font and post it in my entryway.

(I just shared it with my mom. Cause it describes them too!)

::Has happy memories of Ginger's books::

Guess who just went into what was supposed to be strictly a group Q&A at a writers conference with an editor from one of her target houses, no pitching allowed...and it ended up with the editor strolling in, asking how this thing was supposed to work, and then having everyone pitch their books.

Guess who had five minutes to talk, and hadn't prepared anything beyond her 25-word elevator pitch, because she wasn't expecting to pitch, as such, just to try to connect with the editor.

Guess who fleshed out her pitch on the fly, and had time at the end to answer the editor's questions about her background, what gave her the idea, and the logic of her alternate history. (And, incidentally, guess who was surprised when the editor knew what she was talking about when she explained the importance of the Battle of the Nile in real-reality.)

Guess who somehow managed to get a request for a partial out of all that improv...