I'm pulling the friend card here, guys!
I'm pulling the friend card here, guys!
Howdy fellow CM-ers, been way too long--but the toot is back, amigos! ...and I need a favor: a biggie.
A novel I've written has recently made it to the semi-final round in a break-thru novel contest being put on by Amazon, and I could desperately use some thumbs up posted on the "user reviews" section of mine (the first chapter is available as a free download). The more reviews I have, the better I look--and the better chance I likely have of advancing to the next round... which would mean my book being PUBLISHED by Penguin Press. So, huzzah!
My page is here...
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0011ZCAEC
So, PLEASE go review it, give me some kudos on how stellar my first chapter is!!!
Thanks guys!
A novel I've written has recently made it to the semi-final round in a break-thru novel contest being put on by Amazon, and I could desperately use some thumbs up posted on the "user reviews" section of mine (the first chapter is available as a free download). The more reviews I have, the better I look--and the better chance I likely have of advancing to the next round... which would mean my book being PUBLISHED by Penguin Press. So, huzzah!
My page is here...
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0011ZCAEC
So, PLEASE go review it, give me some kudos on how stellar my first chapter is!!!
Thanks guys!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
Will do! Much appreciated!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
Hey! I get around here as much as I can! College, work, and the pain of dial-up severely limits my internet fun time these days. 

"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
I swear! It exists to this day... and in my new place!
Sweet pad, low rent, decent location... and then the dreaded catch: flippin' DIAL-UP for flips sake.
Ugh.
So... go check out my chapter and write a nice review so I'll win the contest, get my book published, get rich, move to a better place, and have DSL again!
Sweet pad, low rent, decent location... and then the dreaded catch: flippin' DIAL-UP for flips sake.
Ugh.
So... go check out my chapter and write a nice review so I'll win the contest, get my book published, get rich, move to a better place, and have DSL again!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
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I rated it a 5 in my own personal voting thing (I wasn't sure how to leave stars without writing a review - and I didn't want to write an entire review, see below - other than rating it for myself so I hope that counts) because I think you've worked hard on it and I know how much work goes into something like that, especially to get it even remotely ready for publication. And I wish you the best of luck in getting it published.
But I'll be honest with you - I didn't really like it. I think it was too wordy and almost cliched (sp) with the descriptions and the style isn't quite what I like to read. It almost feels like you're trying too hard. Now I'm not saying it's bad, but in the stage it's at right now, I wouldn't be interested in buying it. I've read some of what you've posted on here (I'm pretty sure that was you since you're the only person I remember actually regularly posting writing) and I liked your other stuff much better.
So good luck, and I hope that you can get it published, and if it doesn't get published through Amazon's thing, I hope a publisher sees it and "takes you under his/her wing" so to speak. That sounds patronizing (which I'm not trying to do), but I can't think of a better way to put it! I think it could be great but I think it needs a lot more work before I would spend $25 on a hardcover, or $14 on a trade paperback.
But I'll be honest with you - I didn't really like it. I think it was too wordy and almost cliched (sp) with the descriptions and the style isn't quite what I like to read. It almost feels like you're trying too hard. Now I'm not saying it's bad, but in the stage it's at right now, I wouldn't be interested in buying it. I've read some of what you've posted on here (I'm pretty sure that was you since you're the only person I remember actually regularly posting writing) and I liked your other stuff much better.
So good luck, and I hope that you can get it published, and if it doesn't get published through Amazon's thing, I hope a publisher sees it and "takes you under his/her wing" so to speak. That sounds patronizing (which I'm not trying to do), but I can't think of a better way to put it! I think it could be great but I think it needs a lot more work before I would spend $25 on a hardcover, or $14 on a trade paperback.
~*Megan*~
"Wow, nice to meet you. Nine years huh? That's a really long time. Are you going to stab me or something? Because if you are, can we get it over with?" ~Jer

You are never stronger than when you land on the other side of despair. ~Zadie Smith, White Teeth
"Wow, nice to meet you. Nine years huh? That's a really long time. Are you going to stab me or something? Because if you are, can we get it over with?" ~Jer

You are never stronger than when you land on the other side of despair. ~Zadie Smith, White Teeth
myownsatellite wrote:I rated it a 5 in my own personal voting thing (I wasn't sure how to leave stars without writing a review - and I didn't want to write an entire review, see below - other than rating it for myself so I hope that counts) because I think you've worked hard on it and I know how much work goes into something like that, especially to get it even remotely ready for publication. And I wish you the best of luck in getting it published.
But I'll be honest with you - I didn't really like it. I think it was too wordy and almost cliched (sp) with the descriptions and the style isn't quite what I like to read. It almost feels like you're trying too hard. Now I'm not saying it's bad, but in the stage it's at right now, I wouldn't be interested in buying it. I've read some of what you've posted on here (I'm pretty sure that was you since you're the only person I remember actually regularly posting writing) and I liked your other stuff much better.
So good luck, and I hope that you can get it published, and if it doesn't get published through Amazon's thing, I hope a publisher sees it and "takes you under his/her wing" so to speak. That sounds patronizing (which I'm not trying to do), but I can't think of a better way to put it! I think it could be great but I think it needs a lot more work before I would spend $25 on a hardcover, or $14 on a trade paperback.
Thanks a lot for the feedback, I really appreciate it. You make some good points, and I agree that it is a decidedly different take from previous efforts. I hate that it wasn't your cup of tea, and I'll definitely take heed of your thoughts on the over-wordiness. I actually started this whole thing after reading Dante's Divine Comedy in an upper-level Lit course, and I fear I may have over-educated myself, so to speak, and over-written it quite a bit more than I would have previously.
...there's always the next draft!

"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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Haha yeah. Honestly I really like it and I'm really hoping that the ending will match up to the expectations that I have. It's the type of the story that when you are reading it, you need to know that the author knows something that you don't, and that it will have an ending with grandeur. If you do have a draw back its your diction. I've argued with you over this, forever. haha. Being concise and audience accessible is a tough thing to do.
But yeah, I think its wicked. I'm having a hard time writing a review though. It's something about my account... :S
But yeah, I think its wicked. I'm having a hard time writing a review though. It's something about my account... :S
-Sarah
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
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I'm glad you didn't get all pissed off at me for that...I know lots of people who would havetrentm32 wrote:Thanks a lot for the feedback, I really appreciate it. You make some good points, and I agree that it is a decidedly different take from previous efforts. I hate that it wasn't your cup of tea, and I'll definitely take heed of your thoughts on the over-wordiness. I actually started this whole thing after reading Dante's Divine Comedy in an upper-level Lit course, and I fear I may have over-educated myself, so to speak, and over-written it quite a bit more than I would have previously.
...there's always the next draft!


~*Megan*~
"Wow, nice to meet you. Nine years huh? That's a really long time. Are you going to stab me or something? Because if you are, can we get it over with?" ~Jer

You are never stronger than when you land on the other side of despair. ~Zadie Smith, White Teeth
"Wow, nice to meet you. Nine years huh? That's a really long time. Are you going to stab me or something? Because if you are, can we get it over with?" ~Jer

You are never stronger than when you land on the other side of despair. ~Zadie Smith, White Teeth
Booyah! Via the contest, my full novel was reviews by Publisher's Weekly, and here's the review...
"In this modern re-telling of Dante’s Inferno, orphaned brothers Jake and Chris Dunton are the only family that they have in the world. After an accidental fire and near death experience for Chris during a visit to the now-abandoned home of their childhood, Chris, studying for the priesthood, begins a crisis of faith that he just cannot shake. In a plan to confirm his faith, Chris dies in a bathtub of ice but his soul lingers on earth, haunting Jake at every turn. This starts Jake on a vivid and well-conceived tour across the Netherworld complete with his very own Virgil and Beatrice, in the hopes that he will find and comfort the tortured soul of his brother. The author shows great skill in reinterpreting and re-imagining Dante’s tale. Although the prose offers few bells and whistles, this simply written novel is, nonetheless, compulsively readable."
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I did a random sampling of a few dozen other pieces in the semifinals, and many of them received solidly negative reviews... so I apparently don't, like, suck! Huzzah!
"In this modern re-telling of Dante’s Inferno, orphaned brothers Jake and Chris Dunton are the only family that they have in the world. After an accidental fire and near death experience for Chris during a visit to the now-abandoned home of their childhood, Chris, studying for the priesthood, begins a crisis of faith that he just cannot shake. In a plan to confirm his faith, Chris dies in a bathtub of ice but his soul lingers on earth, haunting Jake at every turn. This starts Jake on a vivid and well-conceived tour across the Netherworld complete with his very own Virgil and Beatrice, in the hopes that he will find and comfort the tortured soul of his brother. The author shows great skill in reinterpreting and re-imagining Dante’s tale. Although the prose offers few bells and whistles, this simply written novel is, nonetheless, compulsively readable."
...
I did a random sampling of a few dozen other pieces in the semifinals, and many of them received solidly negative reviews... so I apparently don't, like, suck! Huzzah!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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My friends! Reviews please! :-P
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>