This will probably be, as you may have guessed, my last post before I leave for Surrey.
Friday I went to get my hair cut and I was talking to Miss Terra, my hairdresser, about books. She admitted she doesn’t read much so she was kind of dismayed when a friend gave her a Stephenie Meyer book. She decided she ought to read it just to avoid being rude.
She couldn’t put it down. She’s read all of them. I confess I haven’t
What struck me was not only that she read them, but how they impacted her. She admitted she got mad, happy, upset, worried right along with the characters and when one of them did something bad to a character she liked it put her in a p*ssy mood.
I’ve heard a lot of debate about Ms. Meyer’s writing abilities, but here is what strikes me. She is enough of a story teller that someone who isn’t a reader got completely caught up in the lives of the characters. Isn’t that what we all strive for as writers?
Lately I have been obsessing about queries, synopses, partials, excerpts, passive verbs and just about everything else you can think of. While these other things are important, nothing trumps a good story with riveting characters.
I’ve been told before my characters are my strength. I hope so.
And, just to lighten things up and prove not every fun story has to be an epic…
Yes, this was a spoof.