I was reading over on Jody Hedlund's blog about when our little "babies" are ready to fly off into the publishing world. I commented in her comment section about a partial book my mother unearthed while cleaning out a closet somewhere. She sent the 25 typed pages (on a dot matrix printer that looked exactly like the one below...if that gives you any idea how old this was) to me and I promptly read them.
1) I head-hopped by the third paragraph.
2) I assumed the reader was completely stupid.
3) I had a sense of humor that still made me laugh. (a high schooler called the principal, Dr. Maxwell, by the nickname Maxie Pad in the middle of a school assembly...I'm still laughing, actually)
4) I had conflict right off the bat...but not much motivation or goal
5) I used passive voice and lots of adverbs ending in -ly (almost one in each paragraph)
6) I'm a romantic. Absolutely, tee-totally a romantic. There was all sorts of sexual tension in this thing (as much as I knew what it was back then!)
7) I had quite the imagination (inventing scenarios and backstory)
8) Speaking of backstory, I had WAY too much in the first chapter. In fact, it was almsot ALL backstory except for the conflict
9) I had a thing at a young age for men with accents
10) My characters had a hard time remembering each others names, and as such, always repeated the others' names in dialogue to help them remember
So, in honor of the holiday, I gave myself a break from serious writing (for about an hour) and read this little partial story. Great laughs. Good times. Thanks, Jody, for bringing this to mind.
Happy Fourth of July to everyone!