One of my friends was quite kind really, he said the multiple drafts I had completed of Guy Erma and the Son of Empire, was similar to if I had written four novels in a year.Which I hadn’t really, I had written the same story in its entirety five times.
With the Fifth rewrite – the one with the real artwork as cover. I had thought I was at the end. I had called in favours to force friends to read the book. I had even started to pitch it to a couple of agents at the Writers and Authors How to Hook an Agent, and also at London Book Fair. Actually the pitching and the synopsis writing was very useful, I got a feel for what worked and what didn’t. So another version of the book beckoned.
And I have to say at this point I think writing a novel is actually worse than being pregnant. When you are pregnant no matter how hard the labour, at least there is a baby at the end, I am not sure how far back my labour started, but its still unclear to me that there is baby at the end of this.
On the plus side, its not been Ground Hog Day either. I took the time to leaf through all five versions this week, as I sought inspiration for the new opening chapter. To my astonishment I realised I had written five completely different openings, and perhaps more alarming five different versions of act three. The end is always the same, all the characters always end up in the same place on the last page of all five books, but in fact, the last fifty pages of each of these books is completely different.
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Guy Erma and the Son of Empire – Fifth Rewrite. |
For the record, there have been at least five titles so far:
Dome – every agreed too much like Dune
Red and Gold – What?
Guy Erma and the Imperial Heir – what did Imperial mean? What did Heir mean? (Both my daughters)
Guy Erma and the Emperor’s Heir – OK complicated punctuation involving an apostrophe, forget it.
Guy Erma and the Son of Empire – Bit Long, but that’s my final word on the title.
Five opening chapters, you don’t believe me? Well here are the opening lines:
Dome: Sayginn stood a .25 percent chance of dying each time he stepped onto his balcony. The risk increased the longer he remained outside.
Red and Gold: The mist started to thin and lift, dispersing in the waxing early morning sunlight to reveal the huge gentle reptiles feeding on the plain beyond. All was quiet, (…)
Guy Erma and the Emperor’s Heir: “Why Mezzatorra Karl? Why?”
Guy Erma and Imperial Heir: All at once the Prince was afraid. he gripped so hard onto the metal rail his knuckles shone white through his skin.
Guy Erma and the Son of Empire (blue cover): Guy Erma kissed his Dome medallion with devotion and slid it inside his skin-tight shirt. he knew he could win this fight, but to assure his victory he would have to be ruthless, and he would have to be quick.
Guy Erma and the Son of Empire (art cover): “Mezzatorra to Control, we are under attack, large attack nearly forty assailants. Please assist.”
Guy Erma and the Son of Empire (my hard-drive): All at once, the Prince was afraid. He gripped hard onto the metal rail. So hard his knuckles shone white through his skin.
“I don’t want to go!”
I don’t know what you think. But I’m left scratching my head, all of these openings are pretty good. Anyway, right now I’m procrastinating, because deciding on the opening is my job for today. Wish me luck and by all means email me your comments. (Well if there’s anybody out there?)