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Thud: Claire de Lune, Mild Whining
May. 12th, 2005 03:28 pm( May 12, 2005 progress notes )
I've found my 50-page mark, and am dissatisfied. I don't know that enough is happening in those first fifty pages to make an agent (or more importantly, really, a reader) feel that gathering-up of tension that denotes that these events are really, really important. I know I've started in the right spot, because everything that's happened is a direct outgrowth of that night in one way or another. This whole book is actually just one long, twisty chain of consequences 'cause someeone did something really stupid and someone else let him, and now everyone has to pay for it.
Books are hard. Stupid books.
I spilled ink on the crotch of my jeans cleaning my fountain pen. Cranky. Hopefully it comes out, although it is small enough of a spot that it probably just looks like a shadow to anyone who happens to be staring at my crotch.
I need to go to work. Stupid work.
I've found my 50-page mark, and am dissatisfied. I don't know that enough is happening in those first fifty pages to make an agent (or more importantly, really, a reader) feel that gathering-up of tension that denotes that these events are really, really important. I know I've started in the right spot, because everything that's happened is a direct outgrowth of that night in one way or another. This whole book is actually just one long, twisty chain of consequences 'cause someeone did something really stupid and someone else let him, and now everyone has to pay for it.
Books are hard. Stupid books.
I spilled ink on the crotch of my jeans cleaning my fountain pen. Cranky. Hopefully it comes out, although it is small enough of a spot that it probably just looks like a shadow to anyone who happens to be staring at my crotch.
I need to go to work. Stupid work.
