Tag: Until Thanksgiving

May 24, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Sent!

The vacation from my day job means I’ve had time to focus on advancing my budding writing career. Until Thanksgiving (formerly known as Addicted) has moved on to the next level. I submitted the first twenty pages of the manuscript and a complete synopsis to a small, relatively new publishing company this morning. Let the waiting begin. Writing a book is the easy part. Seriously. After that, unless you’re Stephen King, James Patterson,  or someone famous enough to get an advance for your memoir, it’s uphill all the way. Self-publish? E-publish? Agent? Major publishing house? Boutique publisher? The options and permutations are endless. My initial plan was to start at the top and work my way down until I found …

May 15, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Goodbye, Addicted

Last week I blogged about the present status of my writing career. Basically, all projects were stalled and I was trying to figure out a way forward. As is so often the case with me, all I need do is state my intentions for everything to change. I got the marked up manuscript from the editor I hired to help me with the novel formerly known as Addicted. Thanks to all the help from my writer’s group through the critiques they provided from start to finish, the editor had very few suggestions. I ended up incorporating all but one. The biggest suggestion and one I’d already heard from my writer’s group was the need to change the title. Addicted was …

Dec 18, 2011
By Michael Rupured
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Finished…Mostly

Ten months ago, I started submitting 5,000 word chunks of my first novel to my writers group. As a novice writer, I was eager for the feedback of more experienced writers. Their numerous suggestions continue to help me to be the best  writer I can be. Tonight the group critiqued the last six chapters of Addicted. Rather than the usual 5K, I submitted two additional chapters (an extra 2,500 words) so everyone could see how the book ends. The ending came hard for me and I was anxious to hear what everyone had to say. Writing Glass Houses was easy. I’d lived the story.  I just needed to tell it in an interesting and entertaining way. My only constraint was …