Critique Matters

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Hello!

Today I have been working on a novel that I had abandoned. For what reason, I don’t know. I probably got off on another creative adventure. Shocking, huh!

So, here’s what’s on my mind. I’d like to revisit this novel. I haven’t really fully edited it yet, but, I’d like to take an honest approach to getting it published. I know I have work to do and have reached out to groups for some honest critiques, but I thought I’d give my readers a chance at it first.

Let’s be honest, you would be my audience, right? Or maybe intrigued enough to read through this first page and tell me three things:

~ Does it capture your attention enough to turn the page?

~ Are the characters, this far, likable?

~ Should I trash it and try again?

Please leave comments or feel free to email me at Debbuckingham (at) yahoo (dot) com. I always enjoy hearing from my readers.

Thank you! Write On!

Deb


All Lacy Parker wanted was a little breathing room and the only place she could find it was in her bathtub. Even though the bubbles were flat and the water was getting cold, Lacy took this time to reflect on her complicated life, especially the last few months concerning Dawson’s infidelity. The four years they spent married was rocky, some would say . . .  insane.

Dawson was frantically packing for his tour to Iraq; a tour that would hopefully prove more successful on his return.

The letter sat unopened on the kitchen table.  A promise of a new tomorrow felt deep within Lacy’s heart as she heard the front door slam.

“Dawson . . .” Lacy howled louder. “Dawson.” Tears ran down her face leaving track marks through her makeup, only to realize he may not return.

Lacy sank further into her cold water, tears of anger welled up inside. A goodbye would have been nice.

“Hey . . . Lacy,” Dawson’s voice took up the silence, “You here?”

How didn’t he know where she was? Maybe he thought she went outside.

“Yea, Dawson, I’m up here.” Lacy jumped from the tub and wrapped an oversized towel around her thin frame; long blond tendrils lay wet against her shoulders. The knock on the bathroom door indicated Dawson was there.  She opened the door wide enough for him to walk in. Her towel fell to the tile floor as Dawson wrapped his strong tattooed arms around her.

Growing Through the Seasons

Would you agree that growing takes you to that next level?

Absolutely!

Would you (also) agree that if you don’t, you could lose site of what your ultimate goal is/was?

Absolutely!

Why, you ask, am I asking these questions?

Because we all go through this one time or another. It’s the ever changing seasons of life. I believe in the process. I believe there are four seasons. I believe that the dreaded winter precedes beautiful spring. I believe there’s a time and place for everything. I also believe when you feel “stuck”, it’s the opportunity to grow.

There’s more to just winter, spring, summer and fall. There’s the ever changing reflection that takes place within us. You must take personal responsibility. What is it that makes you tick? You can’t change the season, but you can change yourself. Time will pass and seasons come and go, but it’s the changing within ourselves that pulls us up and out and allows us the opportunity to grow.

Yes, I am there. I’m in the sweet spot of my life; the place I feel there IS that next step. I’m an entrepreneur. I’m a knitting designer. I’m an author. I’m a writer. I love to photograph “things”. I love what comes next…

Growth!

What season are you in? What makes you tick? I feel that knowledge is power, and when faced with the decision to grow, it’s important to have ammunition.

So, as I always say,

Write On!

Deb

Writing gets me swirling…

Good Morning!

My mind is swirling with new ideas…the life of a writer, right? Writing is a skill that came from many angles of my life: I taught myself through books and workshops, had guidance by those that have “made it” in the writing world, and found much inspiration through life.

Who knew that sitting in a coffee shop, while knitting, could be so productive. Yes, I work! Yes, I create! (Almost) every day…

One project that never seems to go away is Beyond the Rhinestones: High-maintenance Shelby McCarthy is over the edge with her spending habits and her self-important attitude. She’s faced with the challenge of her most daunting task: getting rid of her busybody, flirtatious neighbor Sabrina, who’s making the moves on her husband, or so she imagines. Can she turn Sabrina into a trusted friend?

She also faces challenges as a volunteer photographer with MADD as her family increases by a long-lost sister.

So much more happens throughout this book to grab the reader, you.

My goal is to get it in tip-top shape before the conference in April. Here I go…wish me luck (fingers crossed).

So, as I always say,

Write On!

deb