Okay, so maybe it's time to tell you what my book is about, so you can ask yourself if it is book you will really enjoy or not. Well, I want to share that with you. I want you to feel like you are in a little secret.
Only, I have one problem with doing that. Can you imagine spending weeks typing word after word (I'm up to 30,000 - by the way) and then saying in two sentences or less, what all those words are really about?
Here's a prime example - Shannon Hale over at http://oinks.squeetus.com/
Posted this plot summary in August last year
"After meeting once, two teenagers decide to get married (even though their families want to kill each other) with fatal results."
Does this really sum up the beauty, tragedy, and painful memory that is Romeo and Juliet? No.
Suppose I were to tell you that my story is about a young girl who grows up in a strange heretical type of society, only to discover she holds some sort of power over the ground she stands on, which, in turn, will probably mean war for the entire world she knows. Would I really feel like that summary does justice to my story?
No, I don't feel that way, but this is what you want to know - isn't it? Well, there it is, I've laid it all out on the table. So, the question begs, if you had read that plot summary would you be intrigued?
I seriously want to know.
I may still continue writing if I don't have a single response, but I think it would be that much harder.
If you think I am completely off my rocker, please tell me, so I can stop wasting my time.
Maybe I'm fishing for compliments, but I hope you feel free enough to share your thoughts with me. That is the whole point of this blog. Its a place for me to spill my thoughts and hope that I get a little bounce back.
Next post, I promise I won't brood so much. I want this to be fun place as well. A place where people who may or may not like to write would like to come read. Because, even if my idea sucks (and you tell me so) I'm still going to write. Yes, I am that persitantly bull headed. So please, lay a bushel of thorns at my feet, or give me a rose - I don't care, I just want to know.