That moment when you have to (grudgingly) admit your critique partner was right about something and change it.
Month: February 2017
A writer’s lifeStandard
Today I’m mired in a swamp of banality and I think my novel sucks. That’s ok. Tomorrow* I will think it’s highly entertaining again.
*Or April at latest
As I wrote in my coffee/writing spot today, I was treated to not one, but two conversations at adjacent tables, on the subject of fishery science. This was good because I didn’t have the slightest desire to listen in.*
*Apologies to any employees of NOAA reading this, especially if you were one of the fishy talkers.
A prize winning book I probably won’t finishStandard
Usually I give a novel 15 pages to grab me, but Pulitzer Prize winners get a few more. You know, it’s like the difference between waiting for a T.A. and a full professor.
So I’ve given this very beautifully written book fifty pages. So far it’s about 80% back story, 50% of which is adjectives. NOTHING IS HAPPENING. Times up, award winning novel.
In fairness, I’ve probably been spoiled by reading The Goldfinch, a prize winning book that overflows with action and adjectives.
Dispatch from the continuity warsStandard
Thursday isn’t the day after Tuesday.
Hypothetical question* sequelsStandard
Can you query a sequel when the original novel hasn’t been accepted for publication yet? If so, do you rewrite it as if there’s no earlier work and hope someone will treat that like a prequel some day, or leave it as is?
*You know this is the equivalent of “Asking for a friend,” don’t you?
From the world of theatreStandard
Threw our annual cast party last night. How long have we been an ensemble? Let’s just say, with the exception of myself, nobody was with the same partner they were when they joined the troupe. And don’t say improv ruins your marriage…
I have a fan (or a bot)Standard
Someone or something from Canada visited my blog in the wee hours of the morning and viewed 49 different posts. If you are a human, I would like to say I am humbled that you found my writing so time-worthy. If you are a bot, don’t tell me. Not that you could…If you are in the NSA and are looking for subversive activity, you have the wrong Nissenson. That was my parents.
Did you miss me?*Standard
I’ve been in L.A. refreshing my perspective and creative juices with a Picasso show and a day at the Getty and didn’t want to blog until I’d absorbed it all.
Obviously this is a lie (not the part about seeing the Picasso show or the Getty). I also was treated to a fab and calorie-laden dinner at Ink, had amazing pizza, and saw an improv show at Upright Citizens Brigade. I TOTALLY FORGOT TO POST. I wrote about 200 words over the last four days, but, hey, it’s a 6-hour flight home. I might get something done.
*This is a rhetorical question. Don’t say ‘no’ and hurt my feelings.