I’ve been living in Ecuador for over a year now. Every once in a while, I think about adding a regular feature to this blog about my observations of living overseas. I haven’t mostly because I don’t want to offend any of my in-laws by remarking on something strange from an American’s point of view that might be just fine from theirs. Keep in mind that this isn’t the first time I’ve lived in another country. I spent six months living in Northern Italy after high school and my junior year abroad in Finland. Add that to all of the other travel I’ve done and the long visits to visit my wife’s family down here, and I consider myself very well traveled.
Well, today, I saw something even my wife has never seen before, so I figured I’d share.
I’m at the stage of my revision where I hate my book. No, that’s not true. I hated it months ago. But then I read a part that makes me smile or a section that I had forgotten, and all the banging my head on my keyboard is suddenly worth it.
In my daily quest to procrastinate from picking apart yet another scene to find places to cut, I got caught up reading Patrick Rothfuss’ blog.
I may have blogged about this in the past, but as I’m poring over comments I’ve gathered from my critique over the years, I’m reminded how crucial a good critique group is to making a novel a success.
What is a good critique group?
Let me first describe what I consider a poor critique group: a gathering of people who want to write but are more interested in building themselves up than helping the others. Even one selfish member can poison the entire group.
Well, that's what my mother-in-law said while attending a New Year's party in the States a long time ago. Her English wasn't very good and she spent the whole night wishing people a Happy New York. :) Now it's a popular family joke.
2009 came and went faster than I expected, but I did get a lot accomplished, writing-wise. I finished the first draft of my book (something I thought would never happen), I finished revising the first two sections and have sent them to fresh beta readers, and I've started researching and plotting out my next series.
No current news, as life took precedent over writing for awhile. Hopefully, I'll have something to report in the coming months.
While reading The Fellowship of the Ring at the age of twelve, Stuart A. Etter was told by his teacher that he should be reading shorter books. Undaunted, he finished the trilogy and promptly moved on to other novels ranging from fantasy/sci-fi to historical fiction to horror to thrillers.
Damion rubbed the dull ache of age from his hands. Countless years wielding a sword had conditioned his tendons and muscles, but time had worn them down, replacing strength with chronic pain. Closing his eyes, Damion dreamed of his youth. Battle and victory marked most of his memories, but darker images tainted his successes, reminding him of his one...