Writing: Title Pending
So there is this new idea, ok? It suits a graphic novel or movie more than a book, but here's the premise, narrated by the male protagonist.
Sarah Conner is a writer. During the time of the story, she's eighteen and is in her first year in college, majoring in English Studies. Over the first term vacation, she became quite addicted to reading graphic novels and watching anime and manga. Because of that she was inspired to write a book, adding illustrations to the pages of her notebook. She was done in two months; the story was about a 17-year old high school girl named Jessica, who fell in love with Luke, a transfer student to her school. Luke treats her indifferently and sometimes coldly throughout the year, until he warms up to her when she does X, Y and Z to him, and he begins to feel 'human emotions after all has gone dead' or stuff.
Her story was cliché, it almost made me physically blind.
Luke is a moody clueless dolt who can't tell a carrot from a set of car keys, Jessica is a hopeless lonely girl who can't look at anything but Luke, and -wonder of wonders-, at the end of the book, Luke 'reveals' he's just left an abusive relationship with an EEEVIL woman named Rachel. They fall in love, blah blah blah. Story ends. We're all happy, especially me.
Thing is, her rich father, Keven Conner saw a business opportunity in his daughter, and sent her book (along with illustrations) to a large publishing company, which churned book after book and dumped it on the stinking rotting pile that is modern pop literature. She's writing a sequel as we speak, and the story is that Rachel returns to this particular high school (coincidence?! OF COURSE IT'S A COINCIDENCE!), and hilarity ensues. Hilarity to me and my internet community of evil critics, of course.
Granted, she made good money out of it, but the quality of the book was that bad. Riddled with clichés, inconsistent characters and plot holes, this book won't stand against the sweeping broom of time. It'll get tucked under the carpet, and Sarah would be shocked and probably hurt.
I, Robert Adams, am an internet critic, and unfortunately for Sarah, attend the same college she does. Over the course of her book's publishing I have sent review after review, all constructive in nature...however, they seem to pale before the compliments Sarah always gets.
The problem is that the hype will disappear quickly. If Sarah doesn't buckle for a storm she won't make it past two books. Marketing only caters to that much innovation, and if this book doesn't win the critics, it'll only win the temporary love of the masses.
Sensing the good, sincere nature of the quality-forsaken book, I took it upon myself to educate Sarah, and maybe I'll prove that critics aren't always the evil bastards that anti-fans love to quote, and actually help more by teaching her than by calling her characters names.
And maybe...just maybe, will I be able to show the world that a critic and a writer, that are almost always portrayed as mortal enemies, could be...friends.
So this is the premise. Since it's not intended to be a novel (since it has more film-making lampshades...Actually, lampshading is the name of the game) I won't begin to write it. The plot is still developing, though. I wonder how potentially funny this could be.
And yes, it's based at To Inspiration and Beyond!, but only in essence.
Genre: Comedy, drama, school life.
Sarah Conner is a writer. During the time of the story, she's eighteen and is in her first year in college, majoring in English Studies. Over the first term vacation, she became quite addicted to reading graphic novels and watching anime and manga. Because of that she was inspired to write a book, adding illustrations to the pages of her notebook. She was done in two months; the story was about a 17-year old high school girl named Jessica, who fell in love with Luke, a transfer student to her school. Luke treats her indifferently and sometimes coldly throughout the year, until he warms up to her when she does X, Y and Z to him, and he begins to feel 'human emotions after all has gone dead' or stuff.
Her story was cliché, it almost made me physically blind.
Luke is a moody clueless dolt who can't tell a carrot from a set of car keys, Jessica is a hopeless lonely girl who can't look at anything but Luke, and -wonder of wonders-, at the end of the book, Luke 'reveals' he's just left an abusive relationship with an EEEVIL woman named Rachel. They fall in love, blah blah blah. Story ends. We're all happy, especially me.
Thing is, her rich father, Keven Conner saw a business opportunity in his daughter, and sent her book (along with illustrations) to a large publishing company, which churned book after book and dumped it on the stinking rotting pile that is modern pop literature. She's writing a sequel as we speak, and the story is that Rachel returns to this particular high school (coincidence?! OF COURSE IT'S A COINCIDENCE!), and hilarity ensues. Hilarity to me and my internet community of evil critics, of course.
Granted, she made good money out of it, but the quality of the book was that bad. Riddled with clichés, inconsistent characters and plot holes, this book won't stand against the sweeping broom of time. It'll get tucked under the carpet, and Sarah would be shocked and probably hurt.
I, Robert Adams, am an internet critic, and unfortunately for Sarah, attend the same college she does. Over the course of her book's publishing I have sent review after review, all constructive in nature...however, they seem to pale before the compliments Sarah always gets.
The problem is that the hype will disappear quickly. If Sarah doesn't buckle for a storm she won't make it past two books. Marketing only caters to that much innovation, and if this book doesn't win the critics, it'll only win the temporary love of the masses.
Sensing the good, sincere nature of the quality-forsaken book, I took it upon myself to educate Sarah, and maybe I'll prove that critics aren't always the evil bastards that anti-fans love to quote, and actually help more by teaching her than by calling her characters names.
And maybe...just maybe, will I be able to show the world that a critic and a writer, that are almost always portrayed as mortal enemies, could be...friends.
So this is the premise. Since it's not intended to be a novel (since it has more film-making lampshades...Actually, lampshading is the name of the game) I won't begin to write it. The plot is still developing, though. I wonder how potentially funny this could be.
And yes, it's based at To Inspiration and Beyond!, but only in essence.
Genre: Comedy, drama, school life.