What a fabulous week of critique! I'd love to hear your thoughts about the unfolding of this latest First Line Grabber. Did any of your favorites make it to the final round? Did the pages live up to the original first sentences?
It's fascinating to read the sometimes completely bipolar responses from agents, too. A reminder, for sure, of how subjective this business is. True, there is always not-so-good writing or not-quite-ready writing that comes down the pike (as all agents and editors know), but even among the GOOD writing examples, there are so many shades of yes and no--and it all has to do with personal taste, sense of style, and flat-out opinion.
All that to say--keep writing! And grand applause to our five winners--not just for winning the critiques, but for being brave enough to throw your work into the public arena for professional scrutiny. No small thing, that! Applause, too, for your good work.
As for me, I'm happy to report that I've just become unstuck after over a week of stuckness on a backstory point. There's nothing quite like going absolutely nowhere for eight or nine days, right? So now that I think (hope!) I've finally got this thing nailed, I can continue with my rewrite.
I've ramped up my ballet recently by adding a second class to my week. You've heard me gush about my ballet classes before--but you haven't heard me gush about MY NEW TEACHER. He (yes! HE!) is absolutely amazing. I am swimming in major teacher crush. He's a beautiful dancer and a wonderful teacher. And on my first day in class, he told me that I had nice feet.
Biggest. Compliment. Ever. If you dance, you know what it means to have "nice feet". Believe me, my feet are SO not where they need to be, but that little bit of affirmation has made me more determined than ever to work harder and get better.
(On Monday he said that I had "great power" in my legs. I may have to hire this guy to follow me around and say positive things to me all day. Though, Mr. A. already knows about my legs, because I kick him when he snores. Yes, I do. Don't judge. ;) )
Sad part? I had an x-ray on my left big toe this week because it's been bothering me (and interfering with my releve and demi-pointe). Diagnosis? Teeny-tiny bone spur. Dr. Toes wants me to wrap it in K-tape for classes, and to get this weird shoe insert thing to keep it immobile during the day so that the inflammation has a chance to go down.
So now I'm seriously looking into essential oils, which I'm learning are extremely beneficial in treating bone spurs. And yes, popping a couple of Ibuprofen before class, just to give myself an edge.
It's so freeing to lose myself so completely in something I love, without the pressure of having to be really good at it. (Because I'm not.) I'm not going to let my dumb toe stop me.
Story of my life, right? Pressing on through adversity, not giving up when obstacles clog the way. But you already know all these things--because you're doing the same thing I am.
I love that we're in this thing--and LIFE--together.
Have a joyful weekend!