TEASER TUESDAY? I'm reading Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.
She was spent, burnt out, and utterly exhausted. She had nowhere to go, now power left, no time.
TELL ME ABOUT IT TUESDAY.
TELL US WHAT ARE YOU WRITING.
TO PLAY ALONG, JUST ANSWER THE FOLLOWING THREE (3) QUESTIONS…
What are you currently writing?
When do you think you will finish?
What do you think you will write next?
MG? YA? Adult?
Adventure? Crime? Romance? Positively literary?
A blog post? An article? A self-help guide?
A sonnet? A limerick? Haiku?
Whatever you are writing at the moment are you zipping through it? Struggling to get beyond chapter 4? Nervous of reaching the end and all that might come after?
Anyway, how it’s going?
Tell me about it Tuesday.
If you’d like to join in, why not share what you are writing at the moment.
Share your opening paragraph here.
You could provide a link to your work, too.
There are guidelines:
1. Use your one sentence pitch as a brief introduction
2. Paste your opening paragraph
3. Include the focus area you would like support with
With inspiration from Nathan Bransford, it might go something like this:
1 DEL BRIMBLE AND A CANNERY PROBLEM an MG humorous fantasy adventure
Three friends sneak a can opener into The Tower of London, puncture a suit of armour (OPENING CONFLICT), let loose a mighty confused knight (OBSTACLE) and have to trap him back inside his metalware sleepsuit before the school bus arrives to take them back to school.
2 DEL BRIMBLE AND A CANNERY PROBLEM opening paragraph
School trips, the kind outlined to parents and carers, were planned, prepared and risk-assessed until the fun dripped right out of them. By the time anyone was allowed to leave the school building all that was left was stuffy and educational. As she'd already turned eleven years-old, Del Brimble was an old hand at school trips… she’d been on them all: the long, the short and the residential. She’d walked the streets and admired the shops with same awe and wonder she reserved for sparklers at a fireworks display. Mini-buses were tinny. Coaches crawled... unless there were two; then it was like coach leapfrog along the motorway, both buses moving as fast as the drivers’ tachometers would allow. Del could remember a time when she’d thought the travelling was interesting but she had been young and naïve back then.
3 I am working on vocabulary selection. I would like advice about the words I use in my work. Are they suitable for readers aged 8 and above?
As I’m sure you know, when it comes to feedback and comments, it is psychologically less damaging to hear/read something the commenter really like about a piece.
If you are joining in – and I sincerely hope you do – please let respect, consideration and honesty be your core values. No one is perfect, when it comes to writing we are all at different places in our learning.
WHAT ARE YOU WRITING? HOW CAN WE HELP?
TELL US ALL ABOUT IT, ON TUESDAY.