Good news today. I got a response from the person at the National Writers Association. We met at Village Inn for coffee so we could discuss the manuscript I sent her.
She came in a few minutes late, came over to my table, and set down the 450 page manuscript with a loud thunk. Our conversation involved the changes that needed to be made. I was encouraged by the phrase, "When I said the novel was good, what I meant is it's great!"
Wow, that's something I didn't expect.
Anyhoo, the changes I'm going to have to make this weekend consist of introducing a character earlier, fixing some minor mistakes, and altering the main characters dialogue.
The funniest part so far has been changing the main character's dialogue. I'm removing excessive swear words to contrast him with another vulgur character. Apparently I used the word "fuck" 206 times in the original manuscript, and "shit" 90 times. By the time I was done with that part I'd cut those numbers in half.
If I can make the corrections and send it back to her, she can hook me up with an agent, and we can start the difficult process of selling a book. As an interesting side-note I'm apparently classified as "Supernatural Thrilller" which I thought was both novel and a little cheesy.
I'm just hoping for the best and grumbling over the work I'm going to have to do this weekend.
She came in a few minutes late, came over to my table, and set down the 450 page manuscript with a loud thunk. Our conversation involved the changes that needed to be made. I was encouraged by the phrase, "When I said the novel was good, what I meant is it's great!"
Wow, that's something I didn't expect.
Anyhoo, the changes I'm going to have to make this weekend consist of introducing a character earlier, fixing some minor mistakes, and altering the main characters dialogue.
The funniest part so far has been changing the main character's dialogue. I'm removing excessive swear words to contrast him with another vulgur character. Apparently I used the word "fuck" 206 times in the original manuscript, and "shit" 90 times. By the time I was done with that part I'd cut those numbers in half.
If I can make the corrections and send it back to her, she can hook me up with an agent, and we can start the difficult process of selling a book. As an interesting side-note I'm apparently classified as "Supernatural Thrilller" which I thought was both novel and a little cheesy.
I'm just hoping for the best and grumbling over the work I'm going to have to do this weekend.