I’m so psyched about self-publishing. I’m holding myself back because producing a book without another round of edits could hurt. Investing in an editor appears to be the right thing to do along side purchasing copyrights from the Library of Congress.
Two obstacles remain: Money and more stories.
Any writer or any professional will tell you to keep your job while you’re writing novels, collections, etc. I know I’ll have to take a risk eventually, but I want it to be a calculated risk.
I wanted to feature a guest post. My efforts have flopped today. But that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the fun.
The challenge has been a great way to show off my writing skills, which I hope is good for you all.
Also, I’m gravitating toward more story ideas. Eventually, I’ll have to produce something. I may take the CreateSpace route when investing into editing. I feel like I need more. Maybe I should take more risks. I just want to create enough content that everyone can enjoy.
Writing fiction is my passion. It’s the one thing, I wish I could do full-time, but work and bills are two babies that won’t let me get any rest.
Every day, I have this grand idea, which I never write down. When I finally get time to write it, I get distracted with gaming or TV. Procrastination is such an ass.
In between writing projects and two jobs, I get inspired to write stories on FictionPress. If you’re not familiar with FictionPress, check it out here.
FictionPress is a neat website where writers can post their literary work. Its totally free to read each story. Criticism is welcomed by some. And prepare yourself, some of the writing is bad. Trial and error, I suppose.
I have not written any stories over 1000 words, I think. I want to reserve those extensive stories for publication.
If you’re interested in reading or posting stories visit FictionPress.
To read some of my original flash stories visit my FictionPress profile page.
Also, for those that enjoy soliloquies, a YouTube video reading of my horror flash story, “Seaside Hunger”, is located here.
Where do I start? I want to keep this review short, but how can I? This book lives up to the reader-writer hype. I admit. I was put off by all the wide-eyed praises. As I read the story, I could feel myself being pulled into cryptic talk, lies, and murder.
So let me begin with themes. Let’s just get the literary devices on the table and how they affect the story.
Economy – the novel often visits the characters’ financial standings and how money [it] drives their emotions–a parallel of our reality. Flynn definitely established authenticity there.
Unreliable Narrator – my favorite theme throughout the novel is how the narrator’s are not trustworthy. I was immediately pulled into the story especially in the beginning with Nick’s sociopathic, Dexter Morgan-like demeanor.
Setting – obvious and well placed. Flynn illustrates setting quite nicely. The reader can see the opportunity and the ever changing city of New York and Carthage, Missouri. Flynn takes her characters to a small, slow point, which they have to recover, however, the madness of Nick and Amy Dunne take them into a spiral of deceit and wrathful daydreams.
Family – Universal. Readers can see the drawbacks of a dysfunctional household as well as one that’s “amazing”.
With some of the literary items listed (I’m sure there’s more), allow me to really say what I think:
This book was awesome. The emotional investment I had in this book…my goodness. I wanted to find Jules and Vincent, the hitmen from Pulp Fiction, to pay Nick Dunne a visit. Why not? The man would have been fine if he just told the truth in the beginning. Amy is right, he is a dummy. A big, damn dummy with a hoard of silver tongue fibs that can drive anyone crazy. Thing is Amy was already crazy.
Flynn, you got me. I was on Amy’s side until the bomb she dropped about the diary. I still felt like Nick needs a Ezekiel 25:17 speech. But Amy is crazy, bat crazy. By the way, I hate the phrase “fake it till you make it” and Flynn places it on the tongue of one of the most diabolical women in literature, an appropriate gesture.
I’m glad I read Gone Girl. The author really gave readers a treat. Eloquent. Suspense.
End result: Impressed. As a writer, I will try hard to follow Flynn‘s example.
I’m enjoying this reading binge I’ve been on for a couple of days now. Along the way, I ran into book on GoodReads.com while searching for mystery and thriller genre books.
Honesty first: I had know idea who Walter Mosley was until I read the synopsis in the inside back cover, which gives detail on the various projects by Walter Mosley. I had no idea he was the man behind Devil In A Blue Dress (great movie by the way).
On to the book review…!
Debbie Doesn’t Do It Anymore follows an African American porn star who finds herself making extreme life changes within a short amount of time. With her all-star porn husband dead, the character, Debbie faces an array of challenges left by the dead she just can’t seem to shake. I can’t give you a total plot synopsis. Every book is worth reading…
…Is this book worth reading? Absolutely. The novel is fantastic. Mosley gives the reader a quick view into Debbie’s world from the very start. All I can say is the scene is not for kids, pre-teens, or teens for that matter, so prepare yourself.
Mosley uses tangible imagery giving the reader lively illustrations of setting and character. However, there are moments where the story feels rushed. The meeting between Debbie and Jolie Wins’ mother, came and left. It wasn’t cohesive. Also, the ending felt rushed. I wanted to see Debbie (Sanda Peel) fight death’s urgency. Maybe it doesn’t feel rushed to other readers, but I wanted more of Debbie’s story.
Perhaps, first-person narratives are like this; where the narrator is only character that becomes dynamic. I like dynamic.
Another thing I want to mention is hard-covers. Hard-covers are pricey. I’m all for supporting writers, but I could have waited for this to come out on paper back. Don’t get me wrong, Walter. I like the book, but a paperback would have been easier on my pocket.
It’s important to do some research before you pick up a book, which I failed to do last week. Let’s just say I played Russian Roulette of purchasing a book. As many of you may have read, I wanted to do my first book review on Black Board.
And the book of choice is MAX: A Maximum Ride Novel. The novel is the fifth in a series of novels, which I didn’t know until after I bought the book, and I wasn’t going to just let the book collect dust or take it back to Barnes and Noble, so I read it anyhow. Even though, I have not read the previous books, James Patterson eloquently illustrates a character whose grown through emotional and supernatural struggles.
Patterson gives his new readers a descriptive welcome. Introducing the characters even though we haven’t read the previous stories was thoughtful. Also, there are notes prompting the reader to read the previous books to get more insight on what Max is describing in the story. I really enjoyed that.
This book seems more character driven. Of course, it should be since its a first-person narrative. The novel breaks from it several times only to show the readers a cut-away from the main character, Max. Don’t be off-put by character development. As I mentioned before, this book is part of series, so some of the main and supportive characters will remain flat.
In addition, I think Patterson has the teenage girl persona down pack. Max is an authentic teen character, impulsive and driven by her feelings most of the time. But these do-first-ask-questions-later responses stems from her experience from the previous books, which you may see once you read it.
The action kept me on the edge of my seat, but I wanted more. No, I wanted some scenes to be unpredictable, especially early on in the story. Patterson does deliver, however, toward the tail end of the novel. The scene before Max develops her gills was cinematic. Kudos to Patterson for describing such a horrific occurrence.
Overall: This novel was great. A few complaints here and there, but still an awesome novel to read. Next time I’ll do my research.