Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Book Chat 2


Book Chat 2: Anne Argula/Homicide My Own

April, 2008

talpianna said...Can anyone explain to me the phrase "da frick"? What does it mean? (I do get the source, having studied Old English.) And is it one of her Pennsylvania expressions, or Spokane word?

Kiersten said...Well, coming from the land of the Mormons, Frick is a substitute for those who don't actually want to use the F word.

Evil Editor said...I made no attempt to translate, thinking it was a throwaway, like Canadians saying eh after everything... Maybe something like "you know?"

Dave F. said... Battlestar Galactica uses "frack" for most epithets. There is also a Frick Museum in Western PA

talpianna said... Well, it's obviously derived from the Anglo-Saxon "fricgean"; but is it an expletive, a description, or what?

talpianna said... The main Frick Museum is in New York City. It's got Holbein's portrait of Sir Thomas MOre; it was originally Henry Clay Frick's mansion. I think he made his money exploiting coal miners, so that's another possible derivation.

writtenwyrdd said... 'frick' is a very common exchange for the obvious swear word, as is 'frig'. You have Doctor Evil using it all the freaking time in The Spy Who Shagged Me. FWIW.

Dave F. said... a few colloqialisms to make the backgrounds of the characters not Oregon but Western Pennsylvania - a green weenie, Woi Yesus! My question is, should we say Yoi and Double Yoi? I can translate...Myron Cope says Yoi and Double Yoi. It's like Gosh and Gee Whiz. Green Weenie is another Myron Cope threat - like the Terrible Towel (y'all should own one).

Kiersten said... I'm telling you, it's an expletive that fills in for the f-word. I'm well versed in fake swearwords.

Evil Editor said... The narrator has several expressions I'm not familiar with, though it didn't affect my enjoyment of his voice.

talpianna said...Speaking as someone also named Anne, I'm reasonably sure that the author is female....

Kiersten said... I loved the narration in this book. Although I could have done with fewer references to her nipples (seriously, they were like another character), I thought that approaching it from a gruff observer really made the whole reincarnation aspect of the story believable.

Robin S. said... I liked the narration, too, Kiersten, although I gotta say my 'fictive dream' was interrupted a bit with the 'da frick' stuff sometimes. I was surprised that it bugged me, to be honest. Normally, colloquialisms don't.

Evil Editor said... The author is male, but has chosen to use a female pen name for his mysteries.

Dave F. said... My thoughts on EE's question about pseudonym - would you read a book so involved in menopause by a man?

Dave F. said... I thought Quinn's body was a separate character in the story. At least her menopause was a separate presence.
talpianna said... I wonder why a male author would WANT to write from the PoV of a menopausal female? Did the story somehow require such a voice? Was it an experiment? Did he do it on a bet?
Dave F. said... Much of the earthiness (some might say crudeness) of the novel is fueled by Quinn's menopause. Is it possible that a male version of menopause fuels Odd's hidden memories?

talpianna said... Dave, Odd's only in his early thirties--too young for male menopause.

Evil Editor said... Though funny things happen in the book, I found myself laughing most at the voice, at the thoughts she had. I'll probably pick up the sequel just because I like her.

Kiersten said... Yeah, it was the strength of the narration that really sets it apart. It was hard trying to describe it to my husband without making it sound insane, but somehow the author pulls it off, and I think it's because s/he managed such a strong voice.

talpianna said... I didn't like the beginning, as it seemed awfully overwritten for the really mundane subject matter. But once the book really got into the mystery and the paranormal stuff, I got hooked. It's not a "fair play" mystery, but that's OK. And I got to like Quinn, even though she's apparently devoid of a first name.

Robin S. said... I liked Quinn, too, and the interplay between she and Odd, and their nutty-close relationship.

Kiersten said... Odd's pretty young though. I'll admit, I was actually kind of disappointed when the whole Odd remembering things from another lifetime thing first came up. I was suspecting he had big secrets from knowing the ferry time and being obsessed with the picture. But then the author made up for it, and I liked where he took it.

Robin said... I was glad to see there were sequels. And I enjoyed that it was not a traditional mystery- that it crossed genres, I suppose is what I mean.

talpianna said...
That's what I was going to ask next: How many of you plan to read and/or buy the sequel, which is out now?

Kiersten said...
If they have it at the library I'll check it out. I have very strict requirements for books that I'll purchase.

Evil Editor said... I wonder if book 2 is a straight mystery or if it, too, crosses genres.

Robin S. said... I hope it crosses genres - I'd like to see more of that. I enjoyed these characters, but part of what made them, came from their reincarnation experiences realized, so I'd like to think that would continue.

talpianna said... From amazon.com, on WALLA WALLA SUITE:Quinn, a newly divorced ex-cop, retains custody of her wild hot flashes, her twisted tongue, her fey sense of humor, and her propensity for trouble. Now trying to get a foothold as a P.I. in a new city, Quinn takes what she thinks will be a safe job with Vincent Ainge, to whom she is oddly attracted. Vincent, who has his own demons, is the only mitigation investigator in the Northwest working to save the lives of convicted killers from ending at the gallows in Walla Walla state prison. When a young secretary named Eileen vanishes, the woman’s boss hires Quinn to track her down. What looks like a missing-person case turns out to be anything but, sucking into its wake Vincent, his demented father, Eileen’s barely legitimate boss, her sexually vulnerable mother, a serial rapist and possible serial killer, and, of course, Quinn herself. Quinn’s improvised investigation takes her to the dangerous dark corners of the human psyche and casts suspicion where she least expects it, which will ignite a burst of violence and a resolution that readers won’t see coming.

Kiersten said... That's disappointing. I was just about to say I thought it was cool that she decided to stay with her husband. And where's Odd??

talpianna said... Looks like AA has switched focus, as not only is Odd gone, but so are the career, the city, and the spouse. There also seems to be no paranormal element.I might well pick this one up. Gee, I miss AllDirect.com. Overstock.com is likely to have it cheapest.

Evil Editor said... Possibly the husband and Odd are there but not worthy of mention in the summary.

Robin S. said... If her husband was getting it on with his assistant in book one, and my money is on - he was - he deserved his dumping. I hope she did the dumping, anyway.

Kiersten said... Newly divorced? No hubby. But at least that other main character, her menopause, made the cut.

talpianna said... Well, then, EE, they can't be too important to the plot. It may say if we read further in the Amazon summaries and reviews.

Evil Editor said... They saw that duty, but in more than one life.

talpianna said... Dave, are you suggesting that "duty" is the THEME of the book? I didn't think so at all. I thought it was finding out the truth about oneself.

Evil Editor said... Sidebar, for those who didn't see it at the end of the last chat: Darryl Ponicsan ( pronounced PAHN-i-son ) (born May 26, 1938) is an American writer. Ponicsan is best known as the author of the 1971 novel The Last Detail, which was adapted into a 1973 movie starring Jack Nicholson; and for the 1973 novel and screenplay Cinderella Liberty, starring James Caan. The films of those two novels were multiple Oscar nominees, including best screenplay for The Last Detail (the screenplay of Cinderella Liberty was nominated for a Golden Globe).His pen name is Anne Argula, author of our next book, Homicide My Own.

BuffySquirrel said... Really, The Last Detail?*boggles*

talpianna said... Gee, those are famous, though I've never seen either of them. Wonder why the pen name, other than he wanted to write from a female point of view.

Kiersten said... I just thought Stacey's mom was such an idiot that the whole subplot bugged me.

Robin S. said... I thought of Stacy's mom as one of those lost souls types.

Dave F. said... Let me make a couple comments on the opening 289 words. Odd Gunderson accepts his visions and acts on them. Odd is accepting of many things. The author says: "He accepted the town of his father in the same way he accepted his father's politics, as a given until taken, or worn away; the same way he accepted his father's religion, an unsmiling Lutheranism." That's a major league foreshadow on the first page considering the final revelations of the story.

Evil Editor said... Maybe they were together in lives previous to Korea.

BuffySquirrel said... Why worry about solving the case? If everyone's going to be reincarnated anyway, they can solve it themselves in their next lives.

Xenith said... The whole body thing, beyond the menopause even, felt like "Hey, I can write a female -- see all my cool inside details!!"(Do anyone's nipples go spring!)

Kiersten said... Yeah, I found it distracting.
Kiersten said... I think it's too easy to focus on that when writing women. We're not all wimps and slave to our hormones; I've done two pregnancies and two c-sections without complaining or freaking out or buying lots of fireworks.Although I did always crave slushies...I guess that aspect of the novel bothers me more now that I know it was written by a man.
BuffySquirrel said... Quinn is written by a MAN!
Dave F. said... Let me return to the opening 300 words: There's a lot in those words. Quinn is in turmoil. To quote: "searing uncurlings beneath the skin." Besides the obvious, "No method of transportation had yet been invented that could get this one willingly to that great place beyond city limits known as Away." She feels guilty for her loss of sex drive. She feels this assignment is "punishment for something done wrong." Much like her menopause has taken away the closeness of her marriage. She says a paragraph or two later "Neither Odd nor I knew why we were so uncomfortable in Spokane." And by the end of the novel, she discovers a larger plan and is transformed.

Evil Editor said... It would be interesting to ask why this was published by a small press when the author has major credits, and it was good enough to get an Edgar nomination. I note that the sequel had a different publisher.

Dave F. said... I noticed that EE - It's like this was an experimental writing.

talpianna said... EE, I don't know how many books the author has published other than the ones you cited. It could be that his main publisher had right of first refusal and decided they didn't want to publish it. That scene with the oral sex is pretty iffy for a general audience, considering that the girl is fourteen.

Evil Editor said... The whole thing is iffy with the 14 yr old. Fifteen would be better.
Dave F. said... That "love" affair is just awful. I'd say really nasty stuff about it but I have a relative who had a child at 15.

talpianna said... Dave, in what way is she "transformed"? She has insight into reincarnation, but she doesn't seem to be about to make changes in her life. She brushes off Odd's suggestion that they go away together.

Robin S. said... I agree Dave- I think this is excellent foreshadowing.Why would she/he do that, EE - think she/he couldn't drum up interest, initially, or is there something else that could be different?

Dave F. said... Her transformation?And at the end of the novel she is living happily with her husband. she says she's told him the story and all that gives the impression of intimacy and familial life returned to normal. Plus, her attitude seems much improved from the raging beast she was.

BuffySquirrel said... "Raging beast"? Good grief. Dave is shocked by a book driven by the menopause instead of by some guy's dick.

Dave F. said... Oh for {bleep} sake NO: Dave is shocked by a book driven by the menopause instead of by some guy's dick.I did giggle at the menopause but where Odd is accepting, Quinn is aflame with more than just menopause. She'd become unhinged in life as if she drifting and aimless and without purpose. The solving of the murder changes that. I might even argue that this book ahs the perfect cinderella ending I've been too near too many women going through menopause and to tell the God's honest truth, several have been raging beasts using whatever authority they have to punish the world for their body. Quinn never stops complaining until the last pages of the novel. Then she begins to understand her Karmic previous life. Quinn makes the biggest deal of her physical condition.

Evil Editor said... It's better when the author's here to clarify stuff. Instead of choosing books that got award nominations I could choose books whose authors agree in advance to attend.

Robin S. said... I agree, EE. Hearing from the author and bouncing our ideas off of him/her to find out the answer is really good.Although - I have to say- this is good, too! And - I read a book I wouldn't have found otherwise - which I love.

Evil Editor said... Tal was clearly a mole in a previous life. Who/what was everyone else here?

talpianna said... Whaddaya mean, "a mole in a PREVIOUS life"? Have you taken a good look at my avatar?

Kiersten said... I was an editor, and am being punished for my ruthless rejecting.

Robin S. said... I think before being Robin, I was a cat, or me, living somewhere else. Another country.

Evil Editor said... I was Herman Melville.

talpianna said... Now that I know that "Anne Argula" is a pseudonym, I keep thinking it should have been "Lettice Arugula."

Robin S. said... Call me Ishmael.

Kiersten said... A lot of her actions were really irrational, like the naked spanking. (Typing with one hand instead of leaving.)

Evil Editor said... Perhaps her actions were being guided by another force.

Evil Editor said... She really didn't have any reason to buy so many fireworks. The plan hadn't been formulated yet.

BuffySquirrel said... Oh, but menopausal women always buy fireworks to excess. It's well known!

Xenith said... What was the point of the fireworks, anyway?

Dave F. said... Anyone want to take on the image of the fireworks and the firework sales stands? Telling your kid to sleep in one while armed seemed excessive...

talpianna said... The fireworks-buying was a ploy to keep the deputy's attention so he wouldn't discover his wife and Odd having their reunion. I think using them in the denouement was just Ibsenism (the shotgun over the fireplace).

Evil Editor said... I know it was a ploy, but she blew hundreds of dollars. She could have shopped more slowly, not knowing the fireworks would come in handy.

talpianna said... I thought the use of the fireworks was one of the weakest points in the book. After being subjected to a barrage of them, the killer just carries on with his plan to shoot Quinn and Odd; it apparently never occurs to him that there might be witnesses around (who set off the fireworks), and although his nerves were shaken, he's immediately perfectly calm and cool again.

Kiersten said... Seriously, EE. I guess she did end up getting her money's worth though.

Xenith said... I wasn't impressed with the end, from the too many passengers in the car stuff to the this is dangerous but "um um here's a way to justify it" trap that would work better on the screen

Evil Editor said... I assume there's an island with fireworks stands and a casino that the author's been to, as he lives in Washington. I wouldn't be surprised if there were lots of Roberts.

talpianna said... As for why the fireworks, I think it was just taking advantage of an odd fact: the only place you could legally buy fireworks was on an Indian reservation. Same with the casino. Here in Arizona Indian casinos are really big business--provided a lot of medical care, education, homes, etc. for the tribes.

Dave F. said... Well, Quinn calls up her long-suffering leiutenant and has one of the most vulgar conversations I've ever read. It's when they get into the cottages. The poor man must be treading on eggs with the way she blows a cork at him. She's the fireworks.

Kiersten said... I don't know, Dave, maybe it's the police culture (and yes, that's a huge generalization). My husband did a DUI ride-along, and he said he's never heard so much swearing in his life. He was really entertained.

talpianna said... I think Kiersten's right. I'm not a big fan of profanity (no pun intended), but I recognize that it's sometimes significant for characterization. For example, Eve Dallas, the homicide cop in Nora Roberts's J.D. Robb series, is very foul-mouthed (though I notice she never uses the C-word); but it fits because she's a streetwise cop. If she were, for example, an editor, it would be different.And one thing that I WILL NOT ACCEPT is four-letter words in an omniscient-author PoV!

Dave F. said... Quinn doesn't curse profanely.There's no GD or "F" or other 4 letter words. She talks in low and vulgar terms and innuendos. She makes sure he understands. Notice his last message: "Tell those nimrods to get home..." I wish I would have written that segment out and kept it.

talpianna said... Orginally from the Biblical Nimrod, a mighty hunter, it has come to mean socially inadequade.Or stupid.I haven't come across this before. It's apparently US-only slang.

Kiersten said... Of course it is, Nimrod.(JUST KIDDING.)

Dave F. said...If someone walked up to me and told me secrets from my childhood or HS past, I'd be browning my drawers and leaving a puddle. Odd addressed him with the words of his dead lover (or something like that). That's enough to shake the rock of Gilbratar The Indians believe in reincarnation. That makes the story work. and Chief Shining Pony has the final say - Judge, jury and executioner. And he does not regret his decision.

Kiersten said...
The chief and the inn owner were good red herrings.

BuffySquirrel said...
I kept waiting for the real reason Odd knew all that stuff to come out.

talpianna said...
Dave, where did it say that the Indians believed in reincarnation? Other than the end quote from the Indian (or Tibetan) holy man?And I think the Indian names were very implausible. I know something of how Indians choose names, and these were inconsistent.

Dave F. said... No reincarnation as Eastern Mystics see it. (If I do bad work, I'll come back as a worm) - or (If I do good works I'll achieve Nirvana), they believe that the spirits of the dead linger and can return. It's the concept of "fated" love... It's more like - I knew you in a previous life and we are fated to be together... The damaged Spirits lingered around the horrendous murder and now manifest to the living to have justice. The world is equity again.

Kiersten said...
Police cliches and American Indian cliches. It's easy to write.

Kiersten said...
There was also a certain notion of people being interchangable. The Roberts being an example.

talpianna said...
Maybe I would have liked this book better if I hadn't just read a really superb psychological mystery/thriller before picking it up.

Dave F. said...
Just because we deal with Openings every day, here are the first 157 words. Neither of these two cops had ever pulled that kind of duty before. One of them a man, the other a woman; one young the other not so young; one dour and of few words, and the other more dour than he, but with a mouth when a mouth was needed. Why them?The man was the young one, Odd Gunderson, and he hated living in Spokane, though he was born and raised there. He accepted the town of his father in the same way he accepted his father's politics, as a given until taken, or worn away; the same way he accepted his father's religion, an unsmiling Lutheranism. The woman was a transplant from the coal regions of Pennsylvania, via Los Angeles, where she had gone because of "Dragnet" reruns, and where she became a cop, and where she would still happily be a cop, cruising Hollywood Boulevard, if she hadn't married a pharmacist from Spokane.

Robin S. said... Dave, I like that opening. It gives you a lifetime in a snippet.

Dave F. said... That, is a magnificent opening. I said earlier it foreshadows so much of the book. It's really, really tight and it intrigues the reader. The REST of the front page is: Odd had ready enthusiasm for an impromptu road trip out of town. All he needed was his tapes, which consisted , the older one regrettably found out, of "leaving-town-music" and "Rolling-into-town-music" and "Driving-in-the-lonely-night-music." The older one, the woman, did not like music and had no tapes, nor any enthusiasm, for any trip at all. No method of transportation had yet been invented that could get this one willingly to that great place beyond city limits known as Notice how you just HAVE to find out that next word. The typographer earned his money that day.

Kiersten said... I liked the opening, too, but it was kind of jarring when the POV switched.

talpianna said...
I think what bothered me most about Quinn was her lack of professionalism. She's been a cop for almost 20 years; but she let herself repeatedly be distracted not only by her menopausal symptoms but by circumstances that arise. She should have more self control by now.

Evil Editor said...
As far as she knew it was grunt work that she shouldn't have been assigned.

talpianna said...
She EXPECTED grunt work. She mentioned in the book that she wasn't a detective, and their assignments usually consisted of picking up drunks, breaking up domestic disturbances, and the like.

Evil Editor said... After 20 years of grunt work, how much professionalism are you going to have while doing more grunt work?

Robin S. said...
EE, as an editor, when you were reading Homicide, did anything hit you that you'd have liked to see doen differently?

Kiersten said...
Great question, Robin.

Evil Editor said...
I thought there were too many typos, for starters. And there were a few places where I had trouble with who was talking. I liked that it was short and to the point. Quinn telling the story for the last time, not some 3rd person narrator embellishing with description etc.

Robin S. said... Yeah, EE. I liked that the narrator's life intrueded on her - on what she was supposed to be doing professionally, etc. The real time feeling.

talpianna said...
EE, you naive innocent! Even NORA ROBERTS doesn't get good copyediting nowadays!

Dave F. said... I did appreciate the brevity. That shouldn't surprise anyone. I also liked the singular POV of Quinn. Her character was attractive in many ways and fun to read about. I didn't notice typos.

Kiersten said...
EE, when you read, is it hard to turn off your editor lenses?I still analyze everything I read and look for good theses that I could base a paper around, and the support for those. It's annoying.

ME said...Hi! I didn't read the book, I just read 134 comments (I love to lurk)

Xenith said... Reading the book would have been quicker, ME

ME said... and if it's not out of line I'd like to mention something about Cinderella Liberty?

Evil Editor said...What about Cin Lib? Not that I remember anything about it.

Robin S. said...Yeah, Dave. sorry. I should have said before. The mention of the leaving songs was good, when I looked back. I reread first pages when I'm finished with a book, to see the wraparound effect - if there is or if there isn't one.I also read the last pages first. Weird, but there you go.

BuffySquirrel said...I'd like EE to have done one thing differently--chosen a different book!

Evil Editor said... Buffy hated the book.

Kiersten said... I didn't love it, but I thought it was interesting. Who thinks, "I know, I'll write a cop novel, only include menopause, a decades-old murder, and reincarnation! Oh yeah, and let's have a sympathetic pedophile. And fireworks."

Dave F. said...
I will say one thing that disappointed me, I guessed the ending on page 66 out of 220.

talpianna said...
I think the names of the songs should have been mentioned.

Evil Editor said... When authors aren't showing up I should allow volunteers who really loved the book to direct the discussion.

Robin S. said...
Oh- I like that idea about directing discussion, so we can really dig in. Although I do think we manage to do pretty well.

Kiersten said...
You mean like a moderator? I kind of like the chaos. It makes it easier to multitask.

BuffySquirrel said...
Well, if CW doesn't turn up for "To Say Nothing of the Dog", can I volunteer, EE? Much book love here!

Kiersten said... If Meyer's a no-show, I'll volunteer for Twilight. I've read it three times (blushes) and engaged in a lot of dialogue about it.

talpianna said...
EE, I don't agree with your policy of choosing books that none of us, including you, have read. I'd prefer to go by recommendations--especially mine!

Robin S. said... I think we're asking for trouble if we pick the books. I'm guessing we all have vastly different tastes.

Evil Editor said...
I chose six books I hadn't read so that I would have to read them too. As they were all award nominess, I figured they'd all be good.

BuffySquirrel said... Hmm, EE. Very perspicacious in one regard, but you surely didn't really think award winners would necessarily be good! p.s. "The Road" won lots of awards. And it is good!

ME said... Well the library didn't have it and I want to spend my Amazon cert on something good. (Although I was tempted to round out my collection of Evil Editor books!!) Anyway, The Cinder Lib thing is funny because even though I read that book 30 years ago (I did just catch the flick recently) I clearly remember a subplot about hemmorhoids (medical issue) and the author's voice. I think it was 3rd omni for the most part. I'm a bit intrigued to read those comments regarding the menopause symptoms, and I wonder if the author's ability to "write as a woman" comes from his own personal relationship(s). Also, thanks, Dave, for the 1st 150 because I found that very interesting. I will keep a look out for this title at the library. Sorry the author didn't show, EE.

Xenith said... At the start, where we're finding out about the characters background rather than the story (and then their assignment and then they go for a drive). All this is, at best, peripheral to the central story

Robin S. said...
Oh - I see, xenith. I guess we're different on that one - I think the voice was engaging even in the intro. Sometimes I just go by 'feel' - story or not- if I like the way it sounds to my 'inner ear', and I feel that way about most of this one, although for me, the dialog, dialog, dialog got a bit old sometimes. Sometimes the dialog moved me along too fast - faster than I really wanted to go. Sometimes I wanted to take longer, so I could think through what was happening as I read, not later.

New Beginning 494

"I saw a delivery truck go past. Was that the Egyptian embalming table?" Bryan asked as Professor Duncan climbed the stairs from the basement to his courtyard.

"Yes indeed it was. The carpenter's reassembling it."

"What nonsense, creating the undead. It sounds so B-movie-ish and scary kid's story. Hard to believe that people were ever that superstitious," Bryan scrubbed the grime off the statue of a satyr. He wore only work boots, cutoff jeans and gloves. His young and well-muscled body glistened with sweat, mossy residue and soapy water that splashed as he worked to restore the marble satyr.

"They believed that the undead guarded the Pharaoh like supernatural bodyguards. After dinner, we can read through the ceremony using the scrolls and other artifacts from Egypt. You can playact the sacrificial acolyte and become one of the undead."

"I'd be thrilled." Bryan laughed, his blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Not half as much as me," Professor Duncan muttered under his breath. His gazed shifted between Bryan's pectorals and biceps. "Later, we'll do another ancient Egyptian ceremony. You can playact the sacrificial sexualite, and become one of the unclothed."


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Q & A 146

EE: That [response to Q & A 145] was such a cratic answer. I mean, it was so cratic. I'm not sure I've ever seen you be so cratic before. But even in my giddy, semiconscious state with the Jack Daniels polished off, I have to say you've been funnier. Sorry, I just tell it like I see it. Then I get blacklisted. Story of my life.


1. The last time I put my entire response to a question in a comedic example without then spelling out what I was getting at I was accused of being mean. Evil I can handle, but not mean. Fortunately the accusation was unjust, so rather than quit blogging I merely blacklisted the questioner.

2. If you're claiming I was never less-than-hilarious before, I must point out that in June of 2006 I provided an answer similar to this one, that is, an answer whose humor is subtle enough that someone who just polished off the Jack Daniels might miss it.

3. What about the part where I claim responsibility for the success of King, Grisham and Roberts, when in fact King and Roberts probably would have done reasonably well without EE's influence? Also, I referred to their early submissions as puke. Now that's funny. Accurate, but funny.

4. What about the part where I say "they've since seen a few dozen manuscripts identical to your unique one." Not funny to you, but to the many wordsmiths among the minions, hilarious. They're all thinking, Wait, how can anything be identical to something that's uniq--oh, it's a joke! I get it! EE you've done it again. I wonder if anyone else will get that one.

5. What about the part where I declare that the author has changed the title and is using a pen name, even though I have no reason to believe that's true! Some minions chuckle when EE makes his preposterous bold-but-unfounded declarations.

6. What about item #7, wherein I take a subtle dig at the publishing industry by implying that the moment one publisher has a hit, fifty other publishers come out with mediocre copycat books? And I do this despite the fact that I'm part of the publishing industry! Or I was, until I was blacklisted for taking subtle digs at my employer in my blog.

7. Speaking of which, you're blacklisted, wise guy, at least till you sober up.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Q & A 145


Long ago, in a galaxy unfortunately identical in time and place to this one, I sent an immature manuscript to the One Publisher whose list, I was convinced, its plot, setting, and characters might fit with nary a whisker in need of sleeking. Wisely and without undue harshness, the publisher sent back a rejection letter. Here endeth the first lesson.

Lo these many years later, while my writerly learning grew through dedicated study and contemplation of the Word and the Novel, the manuscript is now mature and ready to once more attempt implantation in the world of published books. It is even more ideal for the One Publisher, to whom I would much love to return it. But my name is tainted in One's sight by that premature submission, and my soul is trapped in a maze of self-doubt.

I pray You shed the light of Your benevolence on my Gordian dilemma. Is it worth sending to One again and, if so, what are the proper and correct words to express the sentiment, "I know I was a doofus last time and you were right to reject my unworthy manuscript but please, please, trust me when I say I learned my lesson and have made it good."?

Knocking my forehead three times in the direction of Your mighty keyboard,



1. Ah, if you could only get a look at the utter puke authors like King and Grisham and Roberts were submitting before they hired EE to teach them the ropes.

2. By "long ago," do you mean three months ago, or seven years? Because if it's been a long while, they've since seen a few dozen manuscripts identical to your unique one, and forgotten those as well.

3. If what you sent was that bad, they probably read only a few paragraphs, if that, and you've changed those paragraphs. You've also changed the title and are using a pen name, so they aren't going to know it's you until you're signing the contract, at which point you can all have a good laugh.

4. By publisher, I assume you mean editor, because if you're sending to a publisher your work is unlikely to be read by the same person who read it several years ago.

5. You're sending a query letter and some sample pages, right? It's not like you're forcing them to reread your novel. They aren't going to say, This sounds fantastic, but I seem to recall rejecting a novel with this title five years ago.

6. Have you sent the opening to EE?

7. If this publisher has stayed in business with a list that fits your work perfectly, by now other publishers have seen their success and are publishing similar lists, and are also perfect for your book.

8. If it's been 18 months or more, just send it. What's the worst that can happen?

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Face-Lift 521


Guess the Plot

A Glitch in Time

1. When Glynda mistakenly adds time to a spell calling for thyme, she has no idea what will happen. But when bubbles start forming in the space-time continuum creating holes in history, she realizes she must fix her mistake or risk having her very existence snuffed out.

2. Lemuel Morkwort, master criminal from the future, has come back in time and threatened to blow up everything with his superbomb, unless he's made supreme ruler. Can cowardly Bill and dim bulb Walter save the world, or are we all doomed? Also, telepathic crabs.

3. When Time Magazine intern Carly Vixen accidentally replaces all references to President Bush with "Mister Poopy-Head," the vice president invites Time's Editor-in-Chief on a hunting trip. Hilarity ensues as Carly crashes the hunting party to try and save her boss from getting shot in the face.

4. Rawle Penderton finally finished coding on the top-secret Welles Project, but before he can relax, he's pulled back in. A bug has resulted in a scientific expedition being lost somewhen between the Crusades and the Revolutionary War. Now Pendleton has to go against military brass, the software management team, and a sexy saboteur as he tries to find one misspelling in fourteen million lines of code.

5. When 1 million solid gold Rolexes are made with thirteen hours on the face, quality control overseer Robyn's afraid she might be out of a job--until she starts a hot new romance with ad exec Edwin. Will their "There Aren't Enough Hours In The Day" campaign convince the world to change for them?

6. Physicist Ronnie Tate discovers that a glitch in the space-time continuum will cause November 4, 2008 simply not to exist. When he tries to alert the press, he's whisked off by the Secret Service to Area 51. Can Ronnie--aided by scientist Cindy Bigguns--escape and warn the populace?


Original Version

Dear Evil Editor:

Two twelve-year old boys find that traveling through time is not a straightforward matter in A Glitch in Time, a novel for readers in the 10-13-year-old range. [That would be a better hook if it were generally assumed that traveling through time is a straightforward matter. As it is, it's like trying to hook us by saying A teenager discovers that Canada is North of the United States in my geographical coming-of age novel, Searching for Saskatchewan.]

Walter and Bill are best friends, despite having little in common. Walter is an ace student, prone to thinking deeply before doing anything. Bill is an obsessive baseball fan, and likely to act without doing any thinking at all. [This is too general to be interesting. "Doing anything," and "likely to act," tell us little. Specific examples would get the point across just as well. Consider the lyrics to The Patty Duke Show theme song:

Meet Cathy, who's lived most everywhere,
From Zanzibar to Barclay Square.
But Patty's only seen the sights
A girl can see from Brooklyn Heights — What a crazy pair!

Where Cathy adores a minuet,
The Ballet Russes, and crepe suzette,
Our Patty loves to rock and roll,
A hot dog makes her lose control — What a wild duet!

See how, through specific examples we get the point that Patty and Cathy are one pair of matching bookends, different as night and day? Do you think that show would have lasted more than four episodes if the lyrics had been

Meet Cathy who deeply thinks things through,
Whenever there's something she must do.
But Patty doesn't think a lot;
She always acts without a thought — What unstraightforward opposites!

Also note that the song contrasts dances with dances, foods with foods and homes with homes. You contrast scholarship with baseball obsession. It's like saying they're different because one likes chocolate ice cream and the other likes NASCAR.]


Their story, told in alternating first-person chapters, begins one summer morning, when they find a strange contraption that turns out to be a time machine. Soon the two of them are traveling backwards and forwards in time, and getting into all sorts of unlikely adventures. Bill finds himself tangling with British spies during the American Revolution. Walter gets captured by giant telepathic crabs in the far distant future, [This makes it sound like they're using the time machine one at a time. What's Walter doing while Bill is tangling with spies?] and is nearly thrown into a giant soup pot. [Giant telepathic crabs have notoriously bad aim.] However, there is more going on than fun and games and being eaten by crustaceans. Lemuel Morkwort, a power-mad criminal from the future, is also using the time machine. [How can Morkwort get access to the time machine when the kids are zooming all over time in it?] Morkwort also has a terrible weapon -- a bomb that can blow up everything -- which he intends to use to blackmail the world into making him the supreme ruler. [Anyone can claim to have a bomb that blows up everything. Proving that it works is the hard part.]

When Bill and Walter manage to steal the bomb from him, [You'd think a bomb capable of blowing up everything would be too heavy for two kids to carry. Apparently not.] Morkwort retaliates by kidnapping Bill’s sister, Jenny, and taking her back to the age of the dinosaurs, where he will keep her unless he gets his weapon back. [I've got a better idea, Morkwort. Use the time machine to go back to before the kids stole your bomb, and tell yourself to put it somewhere where they can't find it. Not only is it more efficient, you don't have to worry about getting eaten by an Allosaurus.] In order to rescue Jenny and defeat Morkwort, the two boys find they have to do the impossible: Walter will have to be brave, and Bill will have to be smart. [According to my dictionary, the word "impossible" doesn't come with much wiggle room. They'd better come up with a plan B.]

Time Twist is a 80,000-word novel, [Whoa! What happened to A Glitch in Time? You forgot your own title already? Do we need to come up with a new set of GTPs now?] and the first in a projected trilogy of books about Walter and Bill. Its mixture of humor and adventure will make it appealing [will appeal] to middle-grade readers who read Lemony Snicket. It is my first novel, but I have had my short play "The Little Death" published by Heuer Publishing of Cedar Rapids.

Thank you for your consideration,


Notes

Was Morkwort just abandoning Jenny in the time of the dinosaurs?

Possibly a better hook than time travel isn't straightforward would be to mention that the boys must stop a power-mad criminal from the future from blowing up the world.

I'd start this when they find the time machine, and end the plot portion with what they specifically need to do. Being brave and smart is vague. Besides, it goes without saying that heroes should be brave and smart.

I assume there's an explanation for why the time machine is sitting there waiting for Bill and Walter to find it.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Cartoon 84

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Cartoon 83

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New Beginning 493

The evening’s shadows lay coiled under blades of grass, their black tips poised to lick the sun’s retreating heels in a feast of powerless neon.

Out he crept, hunched and squinting, weaving between the weeds with the spindly limbed nimbleness of a huge preying mantis, wrapped in a snorkel parka. Overhead, the gathering clouds drew a shroud over his furtive excitement, obscuring his movements from the eyes of the gods. Beneath him, bugs looked on in awe.

He fiddled with the gate latch and peered out through the wayward shock of hedge and nettles to check the coast was clear. From window to window to window, silhouettes of strangers flickered behind the painted frames like an incomprehensible cartoon strip running the whole length of the street, but between the trees and the badly parked cars, there wasn’t a soul in sight. On any other night, it might have been almost perfect.

House martins spiralled above him in search of evening insects to satisfy their brood. Branches stretched across the fading orange sky like skeletons dancing in a cartoon while wearing SCUBA gear.

He slipped across the sidewalk, bulged and rutted by shifting roots, and hid against a trunk, tight like moss hiding from the sun. He held his watch toward the fading light and squinted at the hands. And squinted. And squinted.

Bugger.

He'd forgotten what he set out to do.


Opening: WO.....Continuation: Anonymous

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Cartoon 82

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Saturday, April 26, 2008

New Beginning 492

On the first day of each dodecahedral cycle, we assemble to honor those who saved us. We meet in the Valles Marineris, Mars Dome One. Each rank takes its place: the Grounders, the Bots, the Diggers, the Brains and the yet-to-be's. We tells how we came to be here. We tells about each wave of refugees -- from the Correspondents to the Vestiges. We tells so each generation can never forget. So each generation remembers. We tells how the Earth ended and mankind nearly destroyed itself in nuclear fire.

Our leader, Lupe' Tzinguini closed this Memorial Service with the words from twenty-first century literature. Words from the countless electronic books saved from destruction. Books found in the wreckage of spaceships that dot the surface or Mars.

And after the memorial, we all try to drive home at the same time resulting in an old-fashioned, earth-like traffic jam; the perfect remembrance.

Grounders, Bots, Diggers, Brains and yet-to-be's, we fret alike in our air-conditioned vehicles. As one we squirm on our lemetal seats and flick through the two thousand and thirty-six channels on Maradio to find nothing on.

After some time we abandon ourselves to the chaos and lean back against headrests, closing our eyes and hearing Lupe' Tzinguini's words in our head. Words from the great books of the past. Words from our Bible:

Evil Editor wondered one day, while feeding an author's life's work into a paper shredder, whether the slush pile might be put to productive use . . .



Opening: Dave F......Continuation: McKoala

Cartoon 81

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Friday, April 25, 2008

Face-Lift 520


Guess the Plot

Keeping King Tut

1. Alicia Hummer, thrice divorced and bored witless, has had it with men and Texas. All she needs is a bankroll to break free and escape Dullsville, but her get-rich-quick scheme to knock over the Museum of Antiquities comes unraveled when she discovers her booty's got booty. Mummy for money makes for a bad trade when the Mummy's curse is . . . love.

2. Scandal! Meret, housekeeper to the pharaohs, dishes on Egypt's most famous boy king. Did we say boy king? Make that playboy king! Sneak a peek into the lives of the royals, including late-night parties and wacky religious rites. But the most delicious gossip of all involves Tut and a certain half-sister of his . . . Housekeeping has never been so dirty!

3. Josiah Keeper has a problem. He's suddenly found himself in ancient Egypt, and Tutankhamen wants him dead. What's worse is Tut's stepmother, Nefertiti, wants both of them dead. Forced into hiding, can Josiah and Tut work out their differences and see to it that Tut takes his rightful place on the throne?

4. Literary Fiction author Bromeliad Fauntleroy has written the definitive novel of male ennui during the teen angst years. However, to do so, she had to invoke the ghost of King Tut. Now she's stuck with a dusty, moldy zombie with delusions of Godhood and immortality. Can she send Tut back or will the next Empire be governed by the boy-king . . . and his blushing new bride?

5. Managing the tour of King Tut's sarcophogas was supposed to be Cora's big break. Instead it's turning out to be a nightmare. Caught between Egytpian officials demanding the mummy's return and the American officials who won't let it fly without a passport, Cora desperately asks Tut what he wants. Much to her shock, he answers! He wants her. Now, while trying to keep their blooming love under wraps, Cora must decide whether to give Tut up, or keep him for herself.

6. Archaeology student Chas Tommet accidentally raises Tutankhamen from the dead. Their instant friendship is endangered when Tut, sharing Chas's apartment, begins demanding to live in the style to which he was accustomed in his previous life. Chas soon realizes that his meager museum stipend is not up to the monumental task of keeping King Tut. But how do you kill someone who's been dead for centuries?


Original Version

Dear Agent,

Josiah Keeper has always been interested in Egyptology; soon he’ll find that history is magic—literally. A 41,600 word historical fantasy, Keeping King Tut is a transitional middle grade novel that seamlessly integrates modern children, a touch of the fantastic, and ancient history.

Josiah has a lot on his plate. [A lot of ribs and fries, or a lot of liver and lima beans?] He has to live with his know-it-all cousin Darah, his uncle’s idea of homeschooling is mountains of homework, and the new kid is arrogant, a bully, and just might want Josiah dead. [Liver and lima beans.] [What is the new kid the new kid in? Town? The 4H club? The neighborhood?] The really bad news? That kid is none other that Tutankhamen, the future king of Egypt— [I think we need to discuss your bad news ranking system.

Under your system, we have:


Bad news: The new kid is an arrogant bully who wants you dead.

Really bad news: The new kid is Tutankhamen.

I suspect most kids would have a completely different order.] Ancient Egypt, which is where Josiah and Darah have somehow found themselves. [So did Tut appear in modern times first, or did they meet when Josiah went back in time?]

Nefertiti, Tut’s stepmother, has seized the throne and is ready to kill anyone who gets in her way—especially the true heir. [To our list of characters whose names sound better when spelled backwards (Hannah, Elle, Bob and Morchcrom) we can now add Tut.] Pursued by a mysterious and deadly High Priest, the three children are forced into hiding together, where Josiah is surprised to find that Tut isn’t quite as cold and imperious as he seemed. Together, they must track down an ancient order, discover a powerful book, and face an unimaginable foe [They must do these things? Or what?] when Josiah realizes that the High Priest is his own long-gone father. [When your missing father turns up in ancient Egypt, long-gone is an understatement.]

Keeping King Tut is a thrilling combination of magic, history, and a (mostly) ordinary boy trying to figure out both.

I recently sold a novelette, “Tangle,” that will be published by Leading Edge in May 2008. I graduated in 2004 with a BA in English from Brigham Young University and attended the BYU Writing for Young Readers conference in June of 2007. If you are interested, I would be happy to send you the full manuscript. Thank you so much for your time and consideration.

Sincerely,


Notes

A couple words I'd remove: "seamlessly" and "thrilling." If it's thrilling and you've described it well, we already know it's thrilling. The agent will notice how seamlessly you've integrated your story elements without your pointing it out. Agents are notorious for not trusting authors' opinions of their own work.

I assume there's a good reason Josiah doesn't realize the high priest who's pursuing him is his father for so long, but later realizes it is.

How do they get to Egypt? Is that question answered in the book? Does Tut bring them? Does the father? That they somehow find themselves there sounds bad. You want the agent to know there's an explanation.

A bit more clarity about how Tut and Josiah meet and about the stakes, and I'd be happy with this.

Did you name it Keeping King Tut because the kid's name is Keeper? Or vice versa?

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Q & A 144

I sent a query to a very good NY agent. I said that the MS is complete and revised. He replied and asked to see the whole MS. Although the MS is polished, I think that it can still be greatly improved. What should I do? Should I send him the MS right now or wait for a couple of weeks until a friend revises it and improves it? I want to send it in the best possible condition and at the same time I don't want to send it so late that he may lose his interest.

You think the manuscript can be greatly improved, but you won't know for sure until your friend finishes improving (or ruining) it? What a dilemma. What a fix you're in. And it's not your fault! How could you have predicted an agent would actually request something you offered? You reasonably believed that actual manuscript requests were the literary equivalent of UFO sightings, that any agent who would request your manuscript had to be a scam artist.

Which of the following scenarios is more likely:

The agent is sitting in his office twiddling his thumbs and thinking, Where the hell is that manuscript I requested? She better not have sent it to someone else. That manuscript was going to put me on the map. My big break. Hell, Dan Brown's agent retired to Tahiti off fifteen percent of Code's take . . . Maybe it's lost in the mail. I should phone her, see if she sent it. No, no, that would look too anxious. Don't want to give the impression I need her. Maybe an email? No! It'll come. Just work on something else, think happy thoughts, maybe rearrange the office furniture. Oh, God, where is it?!!!

Or, you send the manuscript the day you get the request and the agent gets it and thinks, Already?!! Does this woman have a life? Does she realize I've got six other fulls on my desk to read ahead of hers? Does she think I'm so desperate for her manuscript I couldn't make a move until I had it in my hand? Does she think I'm that desperate for clients? Screw that! I'm rejecting this one without even reading the first paragraph!

It's a fine line between these two scenarios. You have a two-day window during which your manuscript must arrive.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Cartoon 79

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Cartoon 78

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New Beginning 491

"You'll never find happiness in your daydreams. The only way you'll ever be happy is through hard work and the Lord. Now back to work." Sarah's father shoved a broom into her sudsy hand before walking out of the kitchen.

Sarah tried to keep hot tears from spilling down her cheeks, all the while swiping at her nose with the back of a hand. She choked in a sob that turned into a hiccup. "I'll keep my dreams, thank you," she muttered, throwing a dirty cup back in the sink. "And you can have your hard work and your god until you drop dead and go to meet him."

She hadn't heard her father come back into the room, so the swift slap caught her by surprise. It knocked her and several dishes clattering to the floor. She trembled silently as she lay sprawled beside the chair she overturned in the fall.

"I will not have blasphemy in this house!" He trembled with rage. "Your godless ways will cease or I'll rid you of them. Make no mistake, I'll not let your behavior slide like I have in the past. You will obey me, just as God intended."

As Sarah picked herself up off the floor, her father turned away. "Well?" he said toward the corner of the kitchen.

The old man stepped out of the shadows and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Joel," he said. "I don't see the passion, the conviction. She practically had to throw herself at that chair, and the plates didn't even break."


"But--"

"Maybe with a little practice, the Baptists'll take you. You might even be ready now for the Presbyterians. But you're not right for us. You just ain't gonna get your barn raising."


Opening: Cordia Amant.....Continuation: Anonymous

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The anniverary party continues here.

EE will be in the bar at 10, 2, 6 and 10 eastern. And your fellow minions could be there anytime. And there are new contests today. Drop by.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Cartoon 77

Caption: Ulysses

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New Beginning 490

The vault's alarm spoke: "Fa-oop fa-oop, fa-oop." Endless repetition. Jesse James Santangelo hacked at the security codes.

"I'm through level two," he said as, keying more numeric sequences into the computer. Dancing weasels filled the display spelling out -- WOW. It spoke again.

"Congratulations, life has smiled on you. You have solved level boozy. Would you like to try level queasy?" the voice said. Jesse typed. The voice began to sing in tones so nasal and off-key that Jesse shivered.

"Way down south, in Birmingham, I said south, in A-la-bam..." Jesse typed more codes. The computer stopped singing. A tribal chant with drums blasted their ears.

"Hey, Scungelini, shut down that noise" Tri yelled. Tri was short for Tristan Jeremiah Jones. Scungelini was his private nickname for Jesse. No one left alive knew what Scungelini really meant in Italian. Germany, Italy and France were only memories from before the asteroid.

But not before the Italians had surged ahead in neural network technology and built in-vitro the world's most powerful organic computer chips, powered by living neuron cells.

If only they'd had time to engineer out the passion for red wine before the rock hit.


Opening: Dave F......Continuation: ril

Cartoon 76

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Two Years!!

Hard to believe, but it's been two years since this blog began. During that time I've posted something every day, weekends, holidays, vacations... In fact, with 519 Face-Lifts, 489 New Beginnings, well over a hundred Q & A's, over 70 cartoons, dozens of writing exercises, and other features, we may have averaged three posts a day. Which leads you to wonder if Evil Editor is insane, but in fact, sometimes I think this blog is the only thing keeping me sane.

Looking back at the comments from the first month I see there are minions who've been along for the whole ride, from the renegade vigilante sorcerers to the brutal eunuchs to Miss Pettipants to weredingos. And there've been others who quietly vanished, as if vampires and zombies and sharks had sucked out their life force and replaced them with pod people.

Like most small presses, Evil Editor Publications hasn't made back its costs, but it has produced four of the funniest books ever published, mostly thanks to you guys. And it's also thanks to you that the blog exists. I'd have run out of material in two weeks if the Evil Minions hadn't started submitting their queries and openings etc.

Of course it's not just your contributions and comments; whether you're a frequent contributor, an occasional commenter, or a full-time lurker, it's your humor, respect and friendship that make it all worth it. Thanks.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Face-Lift 519


Guess the Plot

Nightbane

1. In the sweltering heat of a New Orleans summer, SOMETHING is killing ladies of the evening as they strut their stuff in the French Quarter. Can ace reporter Blanche Dubious and her ex-lover, homicide detective Raoul Van Helsing, chase down this otherworldly serial killer before the hurricane hits? Also, zombie meerkats.

2. Dimelda Rothpeter is a witch tired of stumbling around in the dark. In a life threatening ritual, she enchants a forest herb with the ability to delay the onset of evening. When she hangs the nightbane in her window, she attracts the attention of the Lord of Darkness, who will stop at nothing to return the planet to its regular diurnal cycle.

3. Everyone told Leah that the first few weeks with the baby would be difficult, but nothing could have prepared her for the true terror that awaited her. A cooing, sweet-cheeked infant by day; a horrifying, screaming were-baby by night. She had fallen prey to the creature born every three hundred years on the full moon: the . . . NightBane!

4. Nero Nightbane has a secret, he's really the estranged daughter of Lucifer incarnated in the body of a defrocked priest and he's having more fun than any demon as he preaches his warped version of the gospels to the hoi polloi. Will the "send your nickels and dime" message gain him fame? Or will Defender of the Faith Benedict exorcise him back to hell?

5. Banishing night seemed like a good idea at the time to magician Carl Minos. What he didn't take into account was that vampires, although minorities, were real, and they took exception. Can Carl reverse the Nightbane's effects before the vampires' sunscreen wears off?

6. Rescued by an abolitionist, Kransa will stop at nothing to gain revenge against the slavers who've kept her people down for so long. She becomes . . . Nightbane! Scourge of oppressors everywhere! The slavers immediately respond with a wave of cruel repression and death.


Original Version


Dear [Agent/Submissions Editor name here],

[Personalisation]

Slaves crave revenge. Kransa is no exception.

Even though Kransa wants to kill every Gold Dragonkin keeping her enslaved, she realizes it is even more important to free her black-scaled kin. Fighting to end the brutal oppression of her people, [People? With black scales? What are they, exactly?] Kransa is captured and sentenced to destruction by the hated dawn. [Not sure what that means. Will the dawn kill her? Is she a vampire lizard person?] As the suns golden rays lighten the sky, Kalthalak, an abolitionist, rescues her and teaches her how to kill those gold-scales. At least she'll get some revenge.

Yet a creature of darkness can never rest in a world of light. [Actually, vampires always rest when it's light.] Escaping from her gilded cage in a hail of gunfire, Kransa rejoins the struggle for freedom. [Why was she in a cage when she was rescued at the end of the previous paragraph? Who's shooting at her?] Cold-blooded murder follows Kransa in the name of emancipation. The slavers respond with a cruel wave of repression and death. Kransa doesnt care; revenge is more important.

With genocide on the horizon for both Golds and Blacks, Kransa needs to realize the greatest obstacle between her people and freedom is not the Golds machinations or the Blacks hate-filled past, but the fact that she and those around her have become the very things they despise.

At 108,000 words, Nightbane is a science fantasy thriller. I have previously published a short story, Dragons Breath in the summer 2006 issue of the E-zine Antithesis Common, which received an editors choice award.

Thank you for your consideration.

[Note: Nightbane is the persona Kransa adopts after she steps up her activities against the Golds.]


Notes

There are at least four missing apostrophes, six if Dragons Breath and editors choice take them.

Where are we and what are we? Are the golds dragons and the blacks vampires? Where does the "science" come in?

This needs a clear chronological organization. First Kransa is enslaved, then she's captured. That doesn't follow. Later she's rescued and then escapes. That also doesn't follow. There needs to be a logical transition from sentence to sentence.

If the slavers are still enslaving--and killing--I'm not sure why killing them in a struggle for freedom makes you as bad as they are. What's the better option? How would this have played out if Kransa weren't obsessed with revenge? Revenge may not be the best motive, but if no one with a more altruistic motive is doing anything . . .

Cartoon 75

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Monday, April 21, 2008

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Though there are no such plans at the moment, someday there might be another Evil Editor book. It could be a collection of the better cartoons or it could be a sequel to Why You Don't Get Published that includes several cartoons. Either way, if any of your captions were chosen and you remained anonymous, but you'd prefer to be credited in such a book, it's up to you to let me know. Otherwise . . . No Credit!

New Beginning 489 (Chapter opening)

Swingers blazed with excitement.

A speccy Goth had accidentally set fire to his girlfriend's hair extensions trying to light a fag one-handed while groping her tits and snogging her. Rory watched as hearse-loads of would-be grim reapers sloshed their G&Ts over the bubbling tresses dripping onto the faux bloodstained leather carapace seemingly nailed to the howling girl’s midriff. As knockabout spectacles went, it was up there with two blind fat men slipping on the same banana skin, but what tickled him most was the irony of it all: the Goths were the only people in the entire club whose bodies weren’t either rotting, creeping about a limb at a time or being sucked clean of blood by marauding vampire bats.

He took another swig on his lager, sniggers crackling along his nasal tract like a packet of chocolate biscuits imploding inside a python. The undead didn't bother him any more ― and now, in the gibbering heat of the spotlights, they were sprouting fungi to the music.

Carrot-topped Jai Alai players bounced out of grubby VW Buses and began to whack musical ping-pong balls into the crowd; the balls glittered pastel-like as they bounced and sang a buzz-saw rock from golden-oldies days - like a dozen Hendrix squelching riffs from the dead. A pair of fire-breathing, dragon-like, ice-sculptures melted contentedly near the food.

A geeky grunge addict wrangled Pop Tarts over a gas-fired grill. The honeybuns would eat healthy tonight what with meat from the vampires, fungus from the undead and grease from the local rat-infested Taco Bell. But Rory wouldn't be joining them. He had an appointment with an R & Q flakweiser, and he still had to pick up the colonics.


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