Today has been an emotional rollercoaster of exhaustion and humility and awesome. WriteOnCon is a virtual conference and I do not know how people do it in “real life”.
For me, just the critique forums – no longer the practice ones, but the ones that can be perused by the professionals – is a lot. Let me explain. Everyone seems to think you choose literary fiction – like to write that way. Most of the time, isn’t it more a question of what you read and what you prefer and honestly who can determine causality, as in which came first. One of the drawbacks to my orientation is that I seem to read differently from the more commercial audience. This is most apparent when I write something that is largely outside of that “genre” and the query seems straightforward to me. Me from now on apparently equates to the Mad Hatter. So, to the Mad Hatter, something is straightforward. Right. I got several “this is so confusing”, “I’m confused”, “confusion lives here” statements. And – this must seem strange to people – I’m wanting to give those critiquers the last word because…they are the commercial market and what good is a letter that no one understands.
And then I get comments that argue the exact opposite. Why must people be different? Aren’t we always saying how in life, everyone should think the same things all the time!
This is hard. I am in a pickle. And that’s just a smidge of the picture. Lord.
Anyway, having posted my potentially brain-frying query here yesterday, I thought I’d post my husband’s. No, I’m not kidding. My husband wrote a query for my book. And I think immediately I envy the simplicity of other people’s brains. It would take me years to write a simple sentence. Which is. Just sad. Anywhom, here it is:
Sixteen-year-old Avrilis knows her life wasn’t supposed to be a tragedy. She has lived it many times before. After her mother dies and her father abandons her in their mansion, Avrilis is forced to relinquish her life’s past repetition.
Desire for companionship drives Avrilis to save the life a street urchin, Kristopher, that was meant to die, but any deviation in this life causes the Sentient to emit a spark. The TeraSed hunt those that are thus charged in an attempt to preserve time everlasting.
The ensuing chase is thwarted by the aid of another Sentient who lead the two companions into the underground city of the hunted. The stakes are raised as Avrilis finds her father as the prophet of the underground, and discovers a plot to destroy the cycling of time, all while battling the memories of lifetimes past that draw her to her former love and longings of what once was.
Now Avrilis must choose between the boy whose life she saved and the one she’s loved in lives before. With the age again racing to its end and the freedom of the Sentient sparking changes no one can foresee, Avrilis must uncover the truth about her family while staying one step ahead of both the TeraSed and their prey.
So thanks, hubsy, for taking a moment while on-campus and “writing a paper” to write me an alternate query. O_O (It occurs to me that I didn’t edit it and he didn’t reread it but you get the idea. Hopefully he won’t be too upset.)
God, I need ice cream. And hugs.
I’m so lame.