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Thinking of writing first novel. Basic fantasy setting with elves and all that jazz, but im incorporating werewolves and vampires. Basic plot line is that the main character witnesses his family's slaughter at the hands of vampires and is saved by a werewolf. The child grows up and goes out for revenge however the vamps and wolves have formed an alliance through crime syndicates and so forth which makes things difficult etc... just wondering if this is too overdone or would be too stale.Sounds kind of like a spinoff of Underworld, or Underworld: Evolution. Do you have a character that looks like Kate Beckinsale in a leather bodysuit?
"growing number of writers who have failed to interest an established publisher in their work."For the most part that's true. Self-publishing is really just paying a printer to put your stuff in a hard copy format. It works fine for things that would NEVER be sold commercially, like family histories and geneology, religious and political screeds, stuff like that.
If you have to pay someone to publish your work you're doing it wrong. People are supposed to pay you, not the other way around. The only way I'd go POD is if I simply wanted to have my books in a professional format and had no desire to see them published.
"Moonlight, deflected from the crescent orb that floated weightlessly like a tiny ship lost in the vast inky ocean that is space, glinted off jeweled harness, illuminated pale, stern faces 'neath steel helmets, and washed feebly o'er the nametags fixed firmly to each mailed breast; Cliche, Purple Prose, Bad Sequel, and Plagiarism put spurs to their mighty steeds and reared up as one, bellowing a battle-cry that no mortal ear could hear, as the Four Horsemen Of The Literary Apocalypse galloped, silent and unheeded, through the deserted library, and the one who is called Daytime Television rode with them."As they round the turn at Self Help Books going into the back stretch, Purple Prose leads Cliche by a nose, with Daytime TV coming up fast on the outside.
re: the towel thing. i don't know what kind of women you've been dating, Yeratel, but they're a lot cooler than me. i really just want the towel. if i want something else, THAT'S what i'll be broadcasting across the house.She is an absolute gem, for which I give thanks on a daily basis. I am a lucky, lucky man.
here's my list:I can find absolutely nothing there that would lead me to disagree with you.
when the trash gets full, i take it out from under the sink and tie it off to remind me to take it out when i'm finished with what i'm doing in the kitchen. it doesn't work though, and the trash just hangs out in the kitchen for a while. it drives my husband insane. but it does mean that he takes out the trash instead of me
for the restaurant picking thing: this is something that's really annoying, but i can't seem to catch myself BEFORE i do.
him: Where would you like to eat?
me: I don't care!
him: no really, pick a place.
me: anywhere you want.
him: how about Round Table?
me: not there.
him: ...Ming Yen?
me: not Chinese food
and so on and so forth, until it comes out that really, i wanted a salad, and since i'm the only one who knows which restaurants serve salads, i end up picking. it is incredibly irritating - i don't know what's wrong with me.
i also take his shoes from the middle of the bedroom floor and put them in the closet. he can never find them when i do that.
he hates my face wash - it's an organic cleanser that smells a little like seaweed. he claims it smells like blood and kicks up a big fuss when i use it in the shower.
and lastly, between our dining room table and the outside wall is a bookshelf. in front of the dining room table is the couch, blocking the view of the bottom of the bookcase from the rest of the room. the bottom shelf of the bookcase has all the trade paperback comics in it. naturally, the floor in front of it is where i choose to sit. no matter how many times i sit there, Scott can never find me. he always thinks i have mysteriously vanished, and begins to walk around the house, calling my name.
