Ready Player One by Ernest Cline
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
An enjoyable book and a must read for fans of the 1980's. This is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory meets the Goldbergs. 80's nostalgia is riding high at the moment. The characters were very likable if not wildly fleshed out. The overall plot was compelling. The main character of the book is ... the 1980's, especially the video games. If that was your thing, this will be an amazing read. I will say, hopefully without sounding sexist or something, but this book definitely felt like it was written by a dude. And I'm a dude saying this. There were just lots of opportunities where feelings and emotions and stuff could have been expounded on a little and the result would have been a more immersive reading experience. In some ways, diving into the book was a bit like being in the OASIS (it's like the Matrix). It was enjoyable, but lacked a certain multi-dimensional quality. Still, a fun read and I'm very interested to see what the movie looks like.!
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015
|But how many votes does it take to make a quorum in the Senate?|
We take a brief pause in our "How I Got An Agent Series" to discuss this.
This blog entry will be my spoiler free review ... eh, that's not quite right. Spoiler free, yes, but more my personal musings on the experience of seeing the most hyped movie of all time. I mean, really, it is, isn't it?
Full disclosure, I'm a major Star Wars nerd. People closest to me know this all too well. Most strangers seem even able to pick up on this despite the fact that I don't go around in Jedi robes trying to explain away the different kinds of hands (flippers, hooves) on Ponda Baba in the cantina scene of A New Hope.
But that aside, I do love me some Star Wars. I was indoctrinated into the series at a young age, much like a militarized clone trooper, and have never looked back. My interest and appreciation of the various movies have changed and morphed as I've aged and I love the original three for all new reasons as an adult and dad as I did as a kid. And yes, my son loves them too. He wasn't so sure at first, but he enthusiastically confirmed it after a long, cold night spent sleeping on the ground in the backyard. It's all good!
All kidding aside, my son actually sees merit in the prequels. And I try to fake it for him. But, really, while die hard fans will find a way to espouse the virtues of Episodes 1 -3, everybody knows they pretty much blow. Take away their association with the three better movies, and Star Wars would never have been a big thing.
That's why Episode VII was and is such a big deal. That's why it's the most anticipated Star Wars movie ever. The series has been coasting by on goodwill for decades. And the original three were that good. But the goodwill was just about dried up. Even Uncle George recognized it, selling off the property and the farm (just not the ranch) to Disney while the getting was still good. Now I can enthusiastically say (without a night spent in the backyard). It's all good!
I was one of the nuts who saw The Force Awakens on Thursday night. The movie pulled me in immediately. It's sooooo Star Wars! The acting was excellent, the dialogue was excellent (ok, in those ways maybe it wasn't very Star Wars) but I loved the new characters. Yes, J.J. Abrams leaned heavily on what came before, but how could he get away with not? And there was at least equal measures of freshness as well. A great balance, a balance to the force that whiny chosen one Annie Skywalker never accomplished.
At the end of the movie I was left with a nagging feeling. Did I love it? Could I love it the way I did when I was so young, is that even possible anymore? I actually left that first showing a little disappointed. And that was inevitable. You can't live up to the hype this movie has experienced. And I realized, as a writer, I was over-analyzing the plot. Yes, I do that a lot. The big strokes were there, but I was worrying about the details. Some of the backstories, the political state of the galaxy at large. I felt I'd missed something. For a second, I actually longed for Uncle George's wooden exposition. I just need to know how this galaxy resolves trade route disputes!
So I let a few days pass. Thinking back, I realized I actually didn't remember what was in the opening crawl. I remembered most scenes, but very little of what was said in them. During the weekend, I picked up a couple of awesome books that included backstory and exposition on the state of things thirty years after the Endor Ewok Dance Party. I satiated my writer's need to understand the hows and the whys. I also came to understand why it wasn't included in the movie. It's great for a read but it would have greatly slowed down the movie, and I'm really happy they stuck close to the two hour mark. I never felt LOTR was well served by it's 74 hour running time.
On Monday, I went back and had the Star Wars experience I'd been waiting for. I was able to be swept up in the excitement, the drama, the stakes. Everything was there and I was literally on the edge of my seat. Star Wars was back! It's true. The rave reviews, the critical acclaim. All of it.
The force was calling to me all along. I just had to let it in!
Sunday, December 13, 2015
So, to make a long story short ... Too late!
On September 28th, I sent another nudge to the agent I'd first queried December 22nd. I had sent her my second set of revisions about a month earlier. I had nudged once in between. As it turns out, this agent is very busy, but she was also communicative and let me know when to expect a response and pretty much stuck to it when I was patient enough to let her. I decided to nudge a second time because my birthday was coming up in a few days and I'm a spoiled child angling for a special present ... a shiny new agent to hug and squeeze and call George!
The response was, "I have some notes and would love to talk."
Oh, joy! Oh, rapture! Oh, crap! Notes? Did I not deliver the witch's broom? Did my proton torpedo not perfectly penetrate the thermal exhaust port and (wait, this is getting weird). What do "notes" mean? More changes? Is "notes" code for, "I have a prepared speech I'd like to give you over the phone explaining the many reasons you are not fit to have your work published and why I will not be representing you."
Ok, that last thing seems a little unlikely (and sadistic). As it turns out, "notes" means, "I'm ready to talk to you in person, but if for some reason you are a lunatic, I may need a parachute to get out of your crazy plane." You see, having an agent take you on is a big decision not just for the author but also for the agent. If you write wonderfully but spread your bread with a big ole' helping of nutty peanut butter, then you might not be the best person to essentially go into business with.
On the day of the scheduled call, my agent phoned right on time (isn't that lovely?) Introductions were made, basic biography type data was exchanged. Yes, we spoke of the weather, but only briefly. We do live in dramatically different climates. For about an hour, we basically had a normal, human-to-human conversation. We spoke primarily about the business, the marketplace, and trends. Most importantly, we talked about my expectations and what I wanted my career as an author to be like. We did not speak too much about the book. The fact that the call happened at all was evidence she liked the book. The purpose of the call was to make sure we liked each other.
And on that phone call it became official. I had an agent.
There was the issue of letting other agents with my work know I had an offer of representation. So I had an agent, but it was kind of a secret and not really official. Yes, I'm learning that's what this whole getting published process is like: standing on an iced-over ledge in slick-soled shoes trying to grab wet marbles being dropped from another ledge just above you.
So the next week was weird. But we'll talk about that, well, next week. See you then!
Saturday, December 5, 2015
|Ok, thank you very much, sir. I think I have everything I need ... oh, just thirty more things!|
At this stage of my query process, I'm working with an agent. Query, partial, full, all received. And now I've completed a first round of revisions. A change to the ending and an adjustment to one of the main characters throughout. The ending change was pretty straightforward and mostly just an expounding on what was already done. The character change required many tweaks but also not an impossible task.
That was easy. It's time to go get published now, right?
(awkward dramatic pause)
More months pass. Check ins and responses occur. The sun goes up, the sun goes down. Flowers lose their spring blooms and the shadows grow longer across the lawn. This agent has an obligation to existing clients that takes precedence over an unsigned client. I understand that. I appreciate that. I'm even encouraged by that. I want that to be me someday. After another nudge, I receive a reply.
She likes it. Still. Maybe some more. And now she's had a trusted beta reader weigh in as well. Is this the equivalent of being vetted by the BFF? Beta reader has some notes. Agent has a lot of notes. And as a tease, she makes mention of "the call". This is new territory for me. I've done revisions. I've had nice things said about my writing. I've never had mention of "the call".
The agent is close to falling in love. She just wants a little more. And by a little more, I mean kind of a lot more. But the notes. Oh, the beautiful, detailed, notes. This agent knows my book. Her observations are insightful and probing. She's seeing things I missed. She has perspective and experience needed to see the holes in my plots. She has a whetstone and a cleaver queued up for my darlings.
This rewrite is going to be a bloodbath and I don't even have a commitment from this agent yet to represent what's left over after the massacre.
But this in depth rewrite request is what I've been waiting for. The agent has actually committed more than any signed contract can. She's spent her time on this and invested herself in the process. She'd called in other people. These aren't just spelling and grammar edits, these are changes that get at the heart of the story, the characters, and the essence of the book. The only thing left is to do it.
Am I able to do it? Should I do it? Will these changes make the story something it's not? If after so much work it turns out I wrote the wrong story, should I be writing books at all? And how much can I push back on any of these requests if I don't see eye to eye with their aims?
How many questions can I write in a row? (Seven)
Come back again to find out how the rewrite went. And if I ever stopped writing questions?