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Monday, April 23, 2007

The Trouble With Finals

The reading is boring. I am waiting for my hook for my book to be critiqued. I'd rather be reading The Shadow Rising. I have no study guide to follow. My hook should be critiqued within the next seven minutes but it probably won't be. Ugh. Pam, Ron, and I just made up a poem together that would stir the soul if I could remember every line about Mike, the trike, and the hike.

Waiting

Well I am STILL waiting for my hook to be critiqued. Today is the deadline, and it hasn 't gone up. It seems like all of the OTHERS have. Hmph. I should be studying for my final, but instead I am fretting. And watching Deal or No Deal. It is my goal in life to go on that show. I especially want to go on when they do the 100 million dollar show! :D I could do a lot with a 100 million dollars.

Right now I am trying to tell the greedy lady to take the freakin deal, it's $139,000 dollars!!! But for some reason, she can't hear me.

Ooh she took it! Mommy was yelling too. 'Tis a stessfull show.

Friday, April 13, 2007

My Hook!.

Well this isn't very good, but I sent it into the contest anyway. This is what a hook is, my darling brunette. Well this is my hook.


Rachel Christensen, professional Damsel in Distress, has dedicated her life to the training of heroes through the art of self endangerment. Her first mission takes place on Alentan, a world just beginning its age of legends. Her potential hero, prince Cedric, seems destined to introduce harems to his country, Talera. He is barely interested in sword play, he leaves ruling to his Lords Council, and believes that the grass is always greener when it comes to women.
It is Rachel’s responsibility to make him a legend.

Rachel gives Cedric opportunities to rescue her, but begins to feel foolish because she would be better off saving herself. She avoids interacting with him to prove that not all women find him irresistible. Cedric is flattered by her elaborate ploy to get his attention, and is convinced of her high regard for him. He begins to pursue her. Rachel tries to lose his interest by besting him in fencing. Cedric is intrigued by her abilities and requests that she teach him. She agrees, realizing that it is the first step toward making him a hero.

Prince Cedric proves to be a capable student and good listener when he forgets his own greatness. He takes Rachel’s ideas for ruling Talera seriously. He is almost willing to give up his womanizing ways, for her. Rachel struggles with her conscience, wondering if it is right to use his attraction to her as a method for training. She cannot help but question if she is actually doing him a favor by turning him into the kind of hero that legends are made from.
The greater the hero, the greater the villain.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Still Avoiding Hook Writing (Also Known as St George!)

At the very last minute, right before the second block of spring semester, I decided to take a class. The class is called Introduction to Adventure. I thought it would be fun. We are only in lecture every other week. Our first outing was snow shoeing. (That took a LOT of work!) The next thing we did was rock climbing. That was scary. But not as scary as I thought it would be, I would do it again. We went to the ropes course. That was scary.

Scariest of all...was a weekend in St George.

We decided to camp at the Redcliff's in St George. On Easter weekend. Naturally, no camping spots were open. All we did at Redcliff's was hike. I had to climb across a mountain WALL to get to the other side of the trail. My poor classmates had to talk me through it as I freaked out. (They're Rec Majors, I'm an English Major. There is a difference.)

But the most FRIGHTENING of all....

We camped on BLM ground. No facilities. Boys in the group, no bathrooms. Thank goodness we stopped at a gas station the next morning. I never much thought of myself as a city girl until that moment. I like facilities. I like to shower. I like to feel safe and secure. I could never do a week long backpacking trip where you can't wash your hair. Ugh.

Hook

Well I am working on writing a hook for my newest novel. The problem is, I have only written thirty pages so far. But there is a hook writing contest going on this weekend, and I could really use the practice. Heck, if I could write a good one for a book that is only thirty pages long, hopefully when it is finished I won't have any problems at all. (Yeah, right.)

I think it is almost easier to write a book than it is a hook or a query letter. The book can be 100,000 words, a hook shouldn't be more than a hundred. One would THINK that the shorter work would be easier. Right. I guess it must be in a writer's nature to be long winded. Or at least a writer like me.

I don't know why I wait until two days before the contest deadline to begin writing. It's pretty much the only way to force myself to work on it, I suppose.

I'm also not sure why I have three blogs when I can barely manage to update this one. If it weren't for my beautiful, dedicated reader, I probably wouldn't work on it at all. If a hook wasn't necessary for finding an agent, I wouldn't write that either.

Sigh.

I think I have gone through at least fifteen writes, rewrites, deletions, and desertions. If I had to do that with the actual book, I'd quit writing completely.

Ugh.

I'm writing on this blog to avoid hook writing. I created a new blog to avoid hook writing. I'm watching American Idol to avoid hook writing.

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