07/02/2005
Pace...
The magical ingredient in any book... but how do we inject pace into our story?
And it doesn't matter how great the concept- without the correct balance and pace any manuscipt is going be a flabby disaster (a bit like my belly, really)
However, I digress...
Just to remind ourselves what fabulous pace reads like, lets go back to one of my favourite authors, Diane Gabaldon. Every scene is like a self-contained drama drawing you a little deeper into the story. It's a bit like the Saturday matinee used to be when I was a child... You absolutely had to go back the following week to see the next episode of the serial, and you didn't have a clue how you were going to hold out until you claimed your favourite seat again and sat gazing at the screen sucking on your sherbet dab.
The only fault I find with Diane Gabaldon's books is that I have to knock off early from my own writing on the pretext of working out on the exercise bike (with a copy of Cross Stitch propped up on the handlebars)
Oh, Jamie... we love you. (Even if you were a virgin when we first met you... Now you're not, are you laddie? And even if you do have red hair...)
By the way, what's wrong with red hair, may I ask??
Love to all, and happy happy reading!
Susan
And it doesn't matter how great the concept- without the correct balance and pace any manuscipt is going be a flabby disaster (a bit like my belly, really)
However, I digress...
Just to remind ourselves what fabulous pace reads like, lets go back to one of my favourite authors, Diane Gabaldon. Every scene is like a self-contained drama drawing you a little deeper into the story. It's a bit like the Saturday matinee used to be when I was a child... You absolutely had to go back the following week to see the next episode of the serial, and you didn't have a clue how you were going to hold out until you claimed your favourite seat again and sat gazing at the screen sucking on your sherbet dab.
The only fault I find with Diane Gabaldon's books is that I have to knock off early from my own writing on the pretext of working out on the exercise bike (with a copy of Cross Stitch propped up on the handlebars)
Oh, Jamie... we love you. (Even if you were a virgin when we first met you... Now you're not, are you laddie? And even if you do have red hair...)
By the way, what's wrong with red hair, may I ask??
Love to all, and happy happy reading!
Susan
