Epic Fail
Um, yeah, if you haven't figured it out yet, November is Blog Fail Month for me. I promise to get back on track in December. But I've been writing like crazy, critting an ms and (most fearsome of all) potty training The Son. That crap is not for the weak. *laughs*
So here's some bits of random for your enjoyment:
Here's my current word count according to NaNoWrMo:
50021 / 50000 words. 100% done!
And here's the more accurate percentage:
50021 / 90000 words. 56% done!
And, since I don't really have time to post any reviews (although you can get short ones on my Twitter), I'm going to go a little into the whole writing process. When I was writing BTWW, I wrote my query before I was even halfway through. It didn't STAY like that (much editing was to be had) but I found that it helped me focus the story a bit better. The same went with HotD, which similar results. So I've done the same thing with QoS. It's not done and polished and whatnot (and HOPEFULLY I'll never have to use it) but it's one of those things that have slowly become my process. So here it is: (and remember that this isn't the beautified, polished query it would be if I were submitting this)
Dear Agent X
As a Diviner, Ophelia knows one thing: the cards never lie. So when they tell her to marry the Prince of the planet Hansarda, she reluctantly packs up her life and goes. What they neglect to mention was that he only wants her for her connection to the family gunrunning business. When it becomes increasingly obvious that she won’t give him the access he desires, the Prince takes off … after locking her in her room and setting fire to the place.
Even abandoned on a strange planet, Ophelia’s got a plan: find the Prince, save the girl he took hostage, and kill the bastard for the trouble he’s caused. Nothing will stop her, not hostile planets, space pirates, monsters, crazy old women, or her attraction to the delicious Boone.
What she doesn’t know, however, is that Boone has his own reasons for wanting the Prince dead, the main of which is to reclaim his birthright. When they are thrown together as their missions intertwine, Ophelia’s forced to acknowledge that, sometimes, the cards don’t know the half of it.
Loosely based on the folk tale East of the Sun and West of the Moon, QUEEN OF SWORDS is complete at XX,XXX words.
Thank you for taking the time to consider my novel.
So here's some bits of random for your enjoyment:
Here's my current word count according to NaNoWrMo:
50021 / 50000 words. 100% done!
And here's the more accurate percentage:
50021 / 90000 words. 56% done!
And, since I don't really have time to post any reviews (although you can get short ones on my Twitter), I'm going to go a little into the whole writing process. When I was writing BTWW, I wrote my query before I was even halfway through. It didn't STAY like that (much editing was to be had) but I found that it helped me focus the story a bit better. The same went with HotD, which similar results. So I've done the same thing with QoS. It's not done and polished and whatnot (and HOPEFULLY I'll never have to use it) but it's one of those things that have slowly become my process. So here it is: (and remember that this isn't the beautified, polished query it would be if I were submitting this)
Dear Agent X
As a Diviner, Ophelia knows one thing: the cards never lie. So when they tell her to marry the Prince of the planet Hansarda, she reluctantly packs up her life and goes. What they neglect to mention was that he only wants her for her connection to the family gunrunning business. When it becomes increasingly obvious that she won’t give him the access he desires, the Prince takes off … after locking her in her room and setting fire to the place.
Even abandoned on a strange planet, Ophelia’s got a plan: find the Prince, save the girl he took hostage, and kill the bastard for the trouble he’s caused. Nothing will stop her, not hostile planets, space pirates, monsters, crazy old women, or her attraction to the delicious Boone.
What she doesn’t know, however, is that Boone has his own reasons for wanting the Prince dead, the main of which is to reclaim his birthright. When they are thrown together as their missions intertwine, Ophelia’s forced to acknowledge that, sometimes, the cards don’t know the half of it.
Loosely based on the folk tale East of the Sun and West of the Moon, QUEEN OF SWORDS is complete at XX,XXX words.
Thank you for taking the time to consider my novel.