Like most people I have been busy with Write On Con this week, and very interesting and useful it has been too. I have a longer post about online critiquing for another time, but suffice to say I found it helpful.
I had a Ninja Agent visit and give advice, which was very exciting!
Another year I would probably go there with a finished piece rather than WIP, as next to all the beautiful polished pieces my WIP felt very rusty, but I have to say getting feedback on the WIP was v. useful.
In the meantime: I have been tagged (or handed!) the Magic Eight Ball by the lovely Suzanne Furness!
The Rules
1. Post button + link to
http://blog.jayceedelorenzo.com.
2. Share excerpt of WIP or something you are struggling with and can't get right
3. Ask a Question about your excerpt
4. Tag 8 people
I am going to be slightly different. I have 2/3 ideas I have planned, thought about, and now am writing they Just. Aren't.Working (two are the same as I took to Write On Con). So here, dear blogger friends, are a brief description of the ideas and a very brief sample of each. I guess my question is please: What GRABS you, or doesn't, about any of these?
Hoping someone's comment will spark off... something in my brain to get me back into them. Or one of them. So I can Write On, you see!
And I TAG: EVERYONE. Or ANYONE who wants to do it. Seriously. And please link ME so I can see it and feedback.
1) YA Contemp: CaraStoneSucks.com
Brief:
When 'Anon' sets up a website dedicated to hating her, Cara determines to find out who it is and get her own back. When the mean comments turn to threats, is Cara going to have to fight for her life, not just revenge?
Sample:
Whoever said 'words will never hurt you' never had a website dedicated to just that. Hurting me. The words were bullets, shooting off the page and through my skin, which wasn't as thick as I thought. They tore into my heart, making a hole in my soul, tearing it into pieces. The site made me hate myself, for whatever I'd done to cause this. Why won't they stop? Why can't I make them stop?
I clicked the link. The headline on the website had changed to: Cara Stone Deserves It. And in Two Weeks She'll Get It.
Deserves what? What was going to happen in two weeks?
2) YA Sci Fi/Psychological Thriller - Cracked Counterfeit (Genre problem? confusion?)
Brief:
Suffering memory loss, Emma is convinced she's not who she's told, and cannot figure out why the doctors, including her apparent father, want to convince her she is. Once home, she discovers she's already been through this and left herself clues. When the clues point towards Emma being a clone, she has to ask if she is actually just losing her mind.
Sample:
I examine the photo. I tap to enlarge my chin and a half-inch white scar is visible below the curve of my bottom lip. In the mirror, I don’t have a scar on my chin. I don’t have any marks on my face. I remember thinking how lucky I was to escape the accident without a scratch.
Fear prickles like small needles across my back. Where’s the scar gone? If this girl isn’t me, who is she?
3) YA: Sci Fi (does it sound dystopian? write what you love and all but should one avoid this?) UNTITLED
Brief:
In a world where your online comments and status updates dictate your role in life, Lara can never say the right thing. The job profiling tests on her statuses reveal her to be good at precisely nothing except being lippy. Using this to her advantage, she builds up a large following who love it when she tears down the system. Until a large corporation offer her money to advertise its products, wanting to cash in on her anti system 'image'. This is money Lara's family desperately need. Will she be a sell out and take the job?
Further, why does Mr Perfect Profile (in every way) the President's son insist on hanging about? Why does everyone, including Lara, want him when he's such a do gooder?
Sample:
"You think I don't want to be seen with you? I'll prove it."
He took out his InfoPad and typed his status, right in front of me, his long, delicate fingers entering:
Hanging out with Lara, she's not as angry as she looks.
He ended it with a smiley face. A smiley face. People who used emoticons should be strung up by their fingers, however cute they were and however much I wondered what else those fingers were good at. Emoticons were so two decades ago. He flashed me a wide smile, his even white teeth gleaming, and my stomach squirmed. Why did everyone want him? Why did I want him?
That's all folks! Thanking anyone who comments and apologising if this went on a bit long. Please do link me to any of yours.