17.8.09

Another Success!

It really is true: finish one novel and the rest follow easily. My rewrite of The Demon's Game was completed last night. About time, too, as the story needed serious revamping. It's exciting to have another completed novel--in the loosest sense, of course. I still have much editing to do with it, and I suspect the first five chapters (at least) will need a complete rewrite once again. Otherwise, I'll just have to see. I'm actually VERY excited to tackle the next draft. And then, there's always book two. It's a trilogy, so there's not so much a bittersweet feeling with this completion.

The ending for the book is SO different from the original draft. That is by no means a bad thing. It was just very...cliche, and this one more fits the mood of the story. I'm quite satisfied, and further drafts will bring greater improvements.

Still querying away for an agent to represent Paradise?, but I'm not concerned. If this one doesn't pave the way, one of my other works will. Perhaps Bonds, which is about two-thirds of the way through. Or, if I actually do tackle The Demon's Game's next draft soon, maybe that one. Guessing games are fun, yeah?

19.3.09

Despite the feminist view...

...I think I'm living proof that women, generally, shouldn't work.
Even part-time jobs wipe me out, and I have NO energy afterward.
Or maybe I just have some sort of imbalance.
But I like to think it's the former.

As further proof, on my days off I'm a much, much, MUCH happier person than during weekdays.

14.2.09

First Query In!

My pet monster Paradise? has officially sent off its first query letter to the first agent on my list. I'll keep you posted as things progress. I should hear from the agency in 5-10 days, as is their policy. I think while I wait I might just die from anxiety.

It's not that I can't handle rejection if it comes--I've handled it before and it hasn't scared me enough to stop trying (heaven forbid!). I just always get nervous about things like this. And things like dating--although last night's date was wonderful so I had nothing to worry about there. Perhaps I should take that as a good omen, yeah?

Wish me luck!

5.2.09

Can't Anyone Get It WRITE?

Do you read fiction? I do. Or rather, I try to.

How much of the fiction you've read have had markedly satisfying endings? I'm not referring to those whose endings answered all questions or whose writing was decent or whose main male and female characters lived happily ever after. I mean, what was the last book you read which actually ended well. Very well. Like, with no sense of dissatisfaction whatsoever? (That feeling of let-down is something entirely different, as it just means you re-entered reality after a thrilling good read.)

The best book will leave you wanting more, because it was so good. Not because it missed a crucial element.

I can count the number of fiction novels which left me feeling content on one hand. I can't count the number of novels I've thrown across the room, burned (yes, burned) or left sitting on a shelf collecting dust because its ending was so poor. Perhaps I'm alone in this, but it says something of the state of things when a reader is left feeling like reading the bloody novel was a waste of her freaking time.

I hate it when you adore the characters, but there is not plot. Or it's a bad one. Or the plot is good, and the characters suck. Or both are great, but the end was abrupt, predictable or downright deplorable. I loathe it when the character you enjoy so much disappoints you by doing something stupid, and never redeems him/herself, ever.

Granted, not every reader will be satisfied with every book. Take the Twilight series for example. Obviously there are some pretty satisfied readers, as it's got quite the cult following. I am not among them. I tried reading it, and I will give Meyer points for not thoroughly sickening me. I simply couldn't handle the 17-year-old "romance", and so quit. That's perfectly fine with me. I tried, it failed me. Not to say it doesn't have its merits--it's just not my sort of readery. Your opinion, whatever it is, doesn't hurt me in the least. If Twilight gives you what you want from a novel, GREAT!

One of the first things which prompted me to write my own work was this dilemma: I can't find anything new worth reading. I keep resorting to the old and familiar, because those few books I thoroughly love are guaranteed to satisfy. But there are only so many times you can read the same thing. Where is the next J.K.Rowling or Lorna Freeman? I'm waiting, despairing, praying someone will write something right. Well. Good.

I want something which speaks to my heart, not my head and more base desires. I want something which motives laughter or tears or inspiration to be better. We need better books. We need better writers.

I have no doubt that out there, someplace I haven't yet explored, are the sorts of novels I'm looking for, and I hope I find them. Someone must have written one specifically for me. Where's my Twilight? Where's my next Harry Potter? Where's my lovable, eccentric Rabbit?

I read a statistic a while back which stated that if more people don't become interested in reading, then reading will virtually disappear within thirty years.

A separate group of statistics seem to back the first.
  • 58% of the US adult population never reads another book after high school
  • 42% of college graduates never read another book
  • 80% of US families did not buy or read a book last year.
  • 70% of US adults have not been in a bookstore in the last five years
  • 57% of new books are not read to completion.
  • Most readers do not get past page 18 in a book they have purchased.


If that isn't proof that the literary world is failing, what is? We need fresh blood. We need new ideas, or perhaps very old and forgotten ones. Obviously novels are lacking.

Something must be done, or people will have no reason to read anymore.

19.1.09

I'll show YOU crazy!

There is a problem with writing about crazy people. You begin to think like them. Or, is it that you begin to realize that they think the way they do because you think the way you do which causes them to think that way, too? Either way--or both--it seems that an unhealthy level of influence from my characters, or from me to my characters and back to me, has caused my insanity to reach a level unparalleled by the insanity of my characters--all thanks to them (or me, rather, but we've covered that already).

"Why do you think you're crazy?" you ask? Simple; I hear things. Things no one else hears. Like my name, called out by nothing. Because I'm alone in the house. Terrifying, that.

But that's not all. I talk to myself.

"Really?"

"YES! See?"

"No!"

"Yes, you do. Liar."

"Shut up."

"I can't. If I do, you will."

"Good point. So, proceed."

"Thanks."

Do YOU see?

Are you arguing, "But a crazy person can't know they are crazy!"

Psh. Have you ever been a crazy person with the inability to tell you're crazy? Honestly, how is a person with a certificate stating they are sane in order that they can call others crazy really know how it feels to be crazy? Huh? Yeah, good point, isn't it?

"It is."

"Hush."

And while we're on the subject, who isn't crazy? I mean, who decides what normal is--someone who feels HE is normal? Oh, that's brilliant. Let someone who believes themselves to be normal define normal, so everyone else who doesn't think like them can't be normal, so they must be crazy. Again, brilliant.

Why not let the crazy diagnose themselves, as I think we would know better than a person who believes himself to be sane. If he can decide that, surely we have the same right.

"Right?"

"Right."

18.1.09

The Ironies of Life

I've been spending so much time on my other blog, I've been neglecting this one. Shame on me. I guess the other one is accomplishing mostly what I originally wanted a blog for (I just didn't know it at the time). Still, this one stays for less "heated" topics, and daily-life-updates. Like writing.

Speaking of writing, I've been trying my best, despite a terrible migraine and a broken finger. The latter is mending slowly; the former...not so much. Still, I'm trying the "positive thinking" approach about tomorrow, and am pretending like I really will go to work. Maybe it'll work. 'Cept I'm loathe to go to work, secretly, which isn't helping the whole "positive" outlook. Ah well. Worth trying, I suppose, if only for the paycheck. (Did anyone else notice the redundancy of "work" in this paragraph? I need to work on those. ;D)

In the writing world, I can't seem to finish writing (there I go again) this dratted synopsis for my novel, which makes submitting it seem a world away. I hate synopses. They stifle creative flow and ruin a good story. Condensing the plot of a three-hundred-plus page novel into three or so pages is near like unto murder. I can't represent a complex plot well in three measly pages! Better to ask me to change the weather.

But I'll do it, because publishing a novel is still my dream, and dreams are worth striving for.

P.S. And on a completely different track, you might have noticed my user name is now "Hikari". Might want to note that, as it's staying, since I respond to that as readily as Melissa or Mel, and I like it so very much. Not that it's highly necessary to tell you so, but I thought I'd share anyway.

14.1.09

Pet Monster! RAWR!

I started a new blog. This one will remain my main one, of course, as the other blog has a very specific role. Well, sorta.

I'm actually a very rant-prone person. I have very strong opinions on certain subjects (and very random ones on others). As these thoughts strike, I've decided to type them out. Some are well researched, others...aren't. Intrigued?

I call these rants my heated lamentations.

Enjoy, if you can! ;P


In other news, I broke my finger. Nyargh. >.<;