I know it’s been several months (September, to be precise) since the last spotlight, but you remember what a spotlight is, right? Well, just to refresh your memory (or to inform you if you just started following me), it’s me shining a ‘spotlight’ on something I’m working on at the moment. Kinda like an author update, only a more in-depth peak. With a special name. And lots of pictures. And (I just determined this) a theme.
Can you guess what the theme is? If you can and you comment it first, you win a free ebook copy of The Lady of the Vineyard. I have PDF, MOBI, and EPUB, just so you know.
I am not kidding! I will need an email address, though (although you can email me so you don’t have to post it in the comments or anything), so yeah. That might narrow things down because I know some of you don’t want to give away your email addresses. Especially since you read this blog post … and realized how blood-thirsty I am …
That’s right. It’s pretty gruesome.
So if you’re sensitive, you may want to click off my blog now.
It’s for your own good.
Your mind will stay innocent this way.
Sure, I’ll miss you. Sure, your support means a lot to me in these *sniffle* troubled times. But I care about your safety. So go. Just go.
Still here? Well, I’ll at least give you something beautiful to feast your eyes on before the *gulp* blood-bath.
*sighs* I just love Christmas. 🙂
Back to the bloodbath.
It’s pretty gruesome, guys. I can hardly look.
Red stains the pages.
Almost every word has some kind of slash in it.
Screams fill my ears … are they mine? Or are they my characters’? I can’t be sure.
The smell of ink blots out all other aromas.
The gaping plot holes try to engulf me, pulling me down into the den of no-structure.
My characters babble meaninglessly, my comparisons make no sense, yesterday’s today and today’s tomorrow …
And all because I stepped into the world of Ivy Introspective.
Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic. There were some happy moments. Like, one.
Yeah, he’s Miss Christina’s sweetheart, and he’s super sweet!
There was also a ‘you didn’t mess this up at least’ moment:
You see, when I revise every thought I have tends to spill out of my pen.
Like the blood of the story I just butchered. So yeah. That happened.
Oh, and something even more gruesome. I found the one and only time I ever cussed in a novel.
(You can read on; don’t worry!)
I literally starred it out! And it’s not even a bad word in America! *sigh* I watch too much British TV.
Now, for your viewing pleasure (well, displeasure), I’ll list a few of the plot holes/problems (at least my favorites) I’ve found in Ivy Introspective so far.
- Dates. I threw aside the months of the year during the first draft, apparently. One moment it’s the end of July; the next it’s the beginning of June. I described a beautiful flower garden and a grassy meadow in the middle of January. Apparently (by train) it takes a couple months to actually reach Scotland, then. Either that, or Scotland was going through a heat spell in the middle of a mini ice-age.
- Abandoned Ivy. After she goes to McCale House, there is no evidence that Ivy and her parents have any contact with each other. What happened?! (Pointed out to me by Angela)
- The incredible disappearing Captain Parker. Mr. Parker’s father, retired old sea-salt Captain Parker, appeared in this book. At the beginning. And then he doesn’t appear for the rest of the book. He is no longer … (I told you this was a scary post! YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT WHILE YOU HAD A CHANCE!)
- It was Christmas Eve twice … in a row. I want Christmas to much as long as the next man, but … I think that’s stretching it.
And there were others, but I don’t want to give away spoilers or anything. I think that’s enough terror for now, anyway.
Before you go …
I had another “brilliant” idea. What do you think about me vlogging more regularly? Like, once or twice a month or whatever? It’s a lot of fun, and it is next to no work (which is good, because I’m always busy). I don’t know what I’d vlog about … just ramblings again, I suppose. Maybe extra important announcements. I’ll have to develop an idea, though, before I could put it into action.
And at some point, my BFF and I are gonna do an interview together. We have the questions, but we actually have to do it. Last time my camera quit working, so we didn’t get to do it. 😦 Bay Ray’s the best because she’s not a writer in any way shape or form (not that she can’t write …) yet she somehow gets me and doesn’t care if I end up rambling a little.
p.s. yes, the theme is as obvious as it looks …