The writer of Flogometer entry #9 will receive a free edit of the first 3 chapters or so of her novel. Good writing, interesting and unique characters, and intriguing story questions. Good work.
Thanks again to the 23 writers who were willing to be "flogged." A number of them have said that it was a worthwhile experience, and I'm glad to hear that.
More flogging will be coming
Next week, perhaps by Monday, there may be a guest blogger. I haven't seen the post yet, so no guarantees
- Tension.
- Story Questions.
- Voice.
- Clarity.
- Scene setting.
- Characterization.
If not, there will be a regular post from me. My usual target is Wednesdays.
Let me add that I'm very pleased to have "met" a lot of new writers over the last couple of weeks, and I hope you'll continue to drop by FtQ.
This has been fun, and I'll do it again. But, for now, my editing brain cells are tired. Have a great weekend.
For what it's worth,
Ray
Public floggings available. If I can post it here, send 1st chapter as an attachment and I'll critique the first couple of pages as I've been doing in the Flogometer.
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© 2007 Ray Rhamey



Congratulations, #9!
Posted by: Wendy | February 16, 2007 at 07:29 AM
congrats, #9! well done!
Posted by: heidimo | February 16, 2007 at 07:42 AM
Congratulations, #9. Good work that I look forward to seeing more of.
I already sent Ray an email, but I'd also like to take the chance to thank everyone who participated, both as writers and as critters, whether for my own entry (#4) or the other entries. I learned a lot from all of you.
Posted by: Dorothy | February 16, 2007 at 08:19 AM
Just after dark, death grabbed me by the ass. Literally. [Setting "literally" off as a sentence fragment feels like overkill. How about a dash? Then make the resulting sentence a paragraph, which emphasizes the whole thought?] The moon was out, cool September breezes were scented with hints that fall was coming, and I was trotting over a mound of fresh earth, not an uncommon thing in a graveyard, my mind on a svelte little Siamese over on 15th Street who was coming into heat. A hand shot up out of the dirt and grabbed my hind legs.
[A paragraph break here disrupts a very quick and smooth maneouver by the vampire.]
I twisted and went for the hand with my claws, but another hand burst out and caught my neck, and the two snapped my body straight. A woman's face poked out of the ground. She sat up, holding me in front of her. I figured I was about to kiss my furry butt goodbye, and I was right. Sort of. [Same complaint about the frag, only more so here: it's overkill.]
The woman looked to be thirty-something. Dirty blonde hair -- with dirt, that is [Love it!]. Her bulging eyes were scary, but I forgot all about her eyes when she put her mouth on my throat and bit. [Nice undertatement] She got her teeth into ["through"?] my skin and I felt a warm rush of blood. [No pain?] Putting her lips to the wound, she sucked and slurped. Strength and will drained out of me, along with the sweet sauce of life[Nice phrase.].
I didn't even have enough energy to have regrets except, maybe, for peeing on my associate Amy's bed because she switched brands of cat food without asking. A petty thing for me to do, I admit. [This breaks the willing suspension of disbelief for me. Yes, it's comedy, but I can't picture this going through the kitty's brain at a time like this.]
The writing is very clear and readable, and I am intrigued enough by the premise to read on.
Posted by: john palmer | February 16, 2007 at 07:03 PM
Great work, #9! Congrats!
Posted by: Kammy | February 22, 2007 at 05:00 PM