Took my rewritten first chapter of Deeptower to writer's group last night. (Deeptower is a sequel to a book I wrote 30 years ago which I still think has possibilities...)
The group quite rightly tore it apart.
The motivations of the main character weren't clear, in fact I didn't give the reader much reason to care about him.
But even as they were critiquing, I was getting a sense of how to fix it.
More and more I'm realizing what is needed in a book. Especially the beginning. I just have to keep doing it until it works.
Meanwhile, despite every intention of waiting until Friday before I started my sequel to Led to the Slaughter. (Working title, Gold Fever -- which isn't unique enough, but need something...) out squeezed the first couple of paragraphs. Kind of weird. Couldn't help it.
The group quite rightly tore it apart.
The motivations of the main character weren't clear, in fact I didn't give the reader much reason to care about him.
But even as they were critiquing, I was getting a sense of how to fix it.
More and more I'm realizing what is needed in a book. Especially the beginning. I just have to keep doing it until it works.
Meanwhile, despite every intention of waiting until Friday before I started my sequel to Led to the Slaughter. (Working title, Gold Fever -- which isn't unique enough, but need something...) out squeezed the first couple of paragraphs. Kind of weird. Couldn't help it.