I'm a winner, babies
So I did it. I hit 50,000 words last night and got certified. I did not, however, finish the book, as I had predicted. But now that I have certifiably written 50,000 words in 29 days, I am taking two nights off to relax, and then I will finish it.
Several people have asked if they can read this piece of garbage when I am finished, mostly I think just to see what I could have possibly written about. Well, here is how that is going to work. Once I finish this monstrosity, I probably won't want to see or hear about it until March or so. I will, however, give people the opportunity to read it, if they so desire. A few caveats: This book has a very shallow and silly plot, often goes WAY into too much detail for various card or other gambling games being played (all for the sake of bumping up word count), and generally has many unbelievable segments, not to mention it probably contains various non-sequiteurs in terms of trains of thought. And it has not been edited.
SO, if you want to read it, you may, but there are certain rules that must be followed:
- You must not share the manuscript with anyone.
- You need to keep a pen handy or whatever to take notes about any errors or omissions you find (yes, you get to act as editor) and report any such mistakes or enhancements to me.
- You must select two scenes out of the story and offer up suggestions on how they might be improved to gear the story towards a reader like yourself
- You must give me 1/2 page or so of constructive criticism
- You must save all comments, criticism, suggestions, or editorial notes, and provide them only when I ask for them, which very well may not happen until some time in March.
- I get all rights to any feedback you provide and can do with it as I please and you get no credit except maybe a nice mention here on my blog.
This is not my opus. This is hardly a work of fiction. It is more like a work of crap. But if you feel so inclined to read it, which apparently several people are, then I'm going to obligate you to help me out whenever I decide that it is worth my while to take a second look at this horrid, horrid example of the demise of literature.
All that OK with you? Email me cameron at truckpoetry dot net and let me know you're interested and I will shoot you a copy. Note: This book glamorizes poker and gambling. If you are against gambling or something and plan to discuss some moral implications of how flawed my characters are, then I am not going to let you read this. You can wait for the paperback and pay me before writing me some kind of email denegrating my attempts to corrupt the world with tales of poker and blackjack.
Hoping to finish by Christmas, so if you want to read this thing, you may get a nice Christmas present of a book from me.
One of these days, I will post a Thanksgiving update. Not today.
write on.
cameron