I have feedback coming in from two test readers. I think Abigail’s Dragon is really shaping up. evaleastaristev read it in a single day. And she caught the hole in my memory about the Fremont Troll. sasjhwa suggested that the first couple of chapters might be a bit slow with the lack of action on the part of the main character Abigail really doesn’t come into her own until later in the story, but I think I might need to break up the introductions to the world with a bit of conflict earlier. I will hopefully get started with that this weekend. I’m meeting with sasjhwa on Saturday. I’ll likely try to corner evaleastaristev whenever we have a spare moment at game to see if she can give me her thoughts, if she’s available and interested
This whole experience has taught me that I get MUCH better and quicker feedback when I have a bound print copy for people to make notes in. Oddly, Lulu.com is cheaper than going to kinkos.
I’ve finished my outline for The Doom That Fell Upon the Villa Diodati. I can’t decide how I want to write it, which leads me to think maybe I am not ready yet. I’ve been reading Byron and Shelley poems to get me in the mood and mindset. I just can’t decide if it should be written in third person or if I should turn it into an epistolary novel. Frankenstein was written in that fashion and I’m very good at mimicking the feel of someone else’s voice without completely copying it. I did a decent job of that with Hunter S. Thompson in Fear and Loathing in Bat Country. However, an epistolary novel would limit the narrative structure and would require Mary Shelley to spy a lot. It might just be that I’m not ready to write this one and I should pick something else.
I did write the opening for a YA Science Fiction Farce novel titled The Highly Unlikely Adventures of Collin and Locke . I don’t know that it will go anywhere, but I had a lot of fun writing the opening.
Collin J. Farnsworth was conceived the night his father repelled an extra-dimensional invasion from a parallel universe where a humanoid species evolved from a vicious form of French speaking velociraptors. His father, Doctor Jacob Farnsworth, was quite possibly the most intelligent human that had ever lived and rarely acted without considering all of consequences. His mother, Genevieve Hixson, had served as his father’s laboratory assistant for almost three years before he noticed her. The faint electrical afterglow of the event horizon of the Einstein-Rosen bridge sparkled in her eyes and Jacob Farnsworth became overwhelmed with passion and actually smiled at his beautiful laboratory assistant. Genevieve Hixson took advantage of the situation and nine months later Collin J. Farnsworth was born.