Reading Tai-Bo

This week I read one more Chicago PI/Wizard book and finished off a YA fantasy about garden gnomes that I have been putting off. I had been growing a wee bit weary of the whole revisions process with my story and wanting to simply be finished. It was good enough was it not? Why not just send it out to my Beta readers and be done with it.

Now I know why.

I began reading this YA garden gnome book some time ago. But kept getting sidetracked by…good books. First I got sucked away by Ally Carter’s girl spy books, all 3 of them, and then a cowboy romance, a book about dragons that pilaged shiny objects from a mountain town, and then 3 PI/Wizard books, but I finally got back on track and finished the gnome book. Now I am newly inspired to revise, determined to send my poor story to those two incredibly picky BFFs that I am privileged to know (you know who you are) even though I might be tempted to stop the feedback chain after my mother reads it, she will love it, except for the grumpy parts.

But no longer. I am now eager for the inevitable evisceration of my masterpiece by the aforementioned friends. For it was painfully obvious that the friends of the author of the gnome book were not nearly as fierce and bold in their critiquing as mine.

It was a good book. Good enough. He is a teen writer. Started the book when he was 14, finished when he was 19, and I love his blog. But the book is not nearly as witty and well done as his blog. Being someone who has also spent five years writing a single story, although mine as of today is unpublished, I believe I can imagine what happened. He got stuck. Stuck in the tale he was telling and couldn’t rise above it because he had sunk so deep he couldn’t see the thing anymore. He needed fierce and picky friends.

So now I am eager to continue with tedious revisions. Eager for the heart rending critique of honest friends that will propell my words beyond mere okness and into the rhelm of…possible amazingness, or at least competence. I will crush those cliche’s and squelch the badly wrought dialogue, I shall carry on. And all thanks to that nice, but somewhat lacking gnome book.

Kristen

I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!

3 thoughts on “Reading Tai-Bo

  • April 29, 2010 at 5:33 am
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    I am in awe of your patience in revision…and finishing..and all those other things I am unable to accomplish in writing. 😉 proud of you girl!

  • April 29, 2010 at 7:41 am
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    Yes, I know your Mother well and she will love your book and will be totally useless in the critique department. But, we understand her well, having the gift of mercy, discouraging words are hard for her to say. Hmmmm, there may be others who don’t believe that last statement. To them she would say that she is sorry, I’m sure.

    Love to you.

  • April 29, 2010 at 10:18 am
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    I so love you Mom. And I really do need someone who will love it. Otherwise the critiques would be hard to live through. Your nice comments are important too, they help keep me from cardiac arrest while I’m fixing the 347 grammatical errors that S. will find and all of the story flaws that R. will unearth. Love ya

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