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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.

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Eve of NaNoWriMo

I just spent the last 2 hours combing the shelves at Barnes and Noble for clues, hints, tips, and tricks to making my experience a positive one.

I’m ready. Or I think I am anyway.

Next time…(self) don’t wait to the eve of NaNo to figure out you, once again, will primarily write by the seat of your pants.

Once a Pantser, always a Pantser.

Don’t get me wrong, I have basic details like character sketch and plot mapped out. And I even know how the story will begin.

So, as the saying goes…

Write On!

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Yet, I Begin Writing Again

Ok, not that I haven’t been writing, I’ve written 2, yes 2, books. Knitting books.

I’m a Knitting Pattern Designer with a publisher that gives me a lot of creative freedom. Now that the books are done, I can get back to my regularly scheduled writing program.

<in walks NaNoWriMo>

Excited. Ready. Enthusiastic.

Here’s how it will go down…beginning November 1, I, along with thousands of others, will write 50,000 words in 30 days. That breaks down to 1667 words/day. Not bad. I will post daily (YES, I will) as to my progress, thoughts, perhaps what tunes are playing on my ipod, maybe the knitting project that I must knit so my brain has time to itself, and much more.

Why, you ask?

I have this secret desire to be published as a novel author. I have the non-fiction wrapped up, so why not, right?

Here’s where you, my fantastic readers come in. I would love you all to keep me accountable. Leave me a message, send me a message, I work well when others are nudging me along.

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My pencils are sharpened, though a computer will be used, and my notebook is quickly filling with romance like ideas. *smiling*

So, as I always say,

Write On!

Deb