I could wax poetic about my book for hours. As I’m sure most authors can and would gladly do. So I’ll try to keep it as short as I can.
This post includes:
- Information on Opus
- A short discussion about my lovely critique partners
Okay, the book. Where to start? Ah yes, genre.
I classify this book under the heading of ‘Young Adult’ cause that’s where the cool people are writing (minus Jim Butcher, you’re amazing man). From there, the sub-heading I like to call ‘urban science fiction’.
What exactly does that mean? Not quite sure, only that I made it up and it seems to accurately describe this project. What else can I say about it without ruining anything?
It involves some characters I absolutely love writing for. More than I should, probably. It involves some characters who are absolutely the scum of the earth and terrible, depraved people, but I love writing their dialogue anyway. What else?
In involves explosions. Yay for explosions. And looming, mysterious people of its own
* turns to government agents reading over shoulder * “sorry, no relation to you guys.”
Oh yeah. And cars. It involves cars too.
So everything I just wrote is probably extremely vague and less than helpful. Sorry about that, I’m not quite sure how much I can say * shivers in the shadow of the suit-clad figures over shoulder *.
Anyway, I promised you something about crit partners, didn’t I?
I love my crit partners as much as I love watching Star Trek and eating raw cookie dough with a spoon. So, quite a lot. They are fabulous people and quite helpful. If given permission, I’ll mention them by name and/or tumblr address and/or pseudonym not of their choosing. They too are writing fabulous books/making fabulous art.
Seriously, they are one of the best things to happen to me. They tell me when parts of Opus are so dark that you need the Glow Cloud to navigate through it (again…Nightvale…ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD…ahem, anyway). They inform me when subtext is so blaring that it physically assaults you across the face, leaving a subtext-shaped welt.
They console me after they’ve shredded apart Opus and I’m a quivering blob of sad.
Trust me, all you in-progress novelists/writers of all types, once someone actually reads the first draft of a finished product of your work, you will dissolve into some sadness. But you will move on. It will be okay.
Alright…well, not quite sure how to end this, so, I’ll leave you with another great quote (10 points to anyone who can guess correctly where it is from):
“I’m being chased by Guido the Killer Pimp!”