Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Toad and the Plastic Fool (or "Novel writer's conundrum")

Writing is far more enjoyable than revising.

Creating is far more enjoyable than cutting.

It's Sept. 1, 2010, the start date of what I hope will be the last major revision of my YA historical fiction novel before I submit the first 15 pages for another professional critique (due Sept 15) and begin to send queries to specific agents in hopes of publication.

Trouble is, my efforts were thwarted this morning. When I opened my documents to pull up the latest revision, I came across an unexpected document saved among my files. Written yesterday by my 10-year-old daughter, Mary, the document presents the opening to another of Mary's frequent short story creations.

Now this novel writer wonders: Which would be more successful: Revising my YA historical fiction for the umpteenth time after several reads and critiques by writers, editors, et al, or encouraging Mary to finish her story, and then sending agent queries on Mary's behalf?

Perhaps I should try for both.

Following is Mary's latest WIP. I'll update as she progresses:

The Toad and the Plastic Fool
by Mary Sullivan (Work in Progress)


There was a pond in the middle of Algae, a town settled by frogs, toads, and animals of that nature. And on a rather small rock in the middle of the pond sat a small, interesting house that belonged to a rich toad named Fred Dixon. The house was 3 stories high and had a tiny bedroom on a 3rd level. And that was all that was on that level, so it looked a good deal like a giant chimney. Fred Dixon died a few years ago and gave his house to his son Robert Dixon.

One day Robert (or Bob as he preferred to be called) was walking to the grocery store. Suddenly a plastic man jumped out from a bush and said “Oh look at this guy, he

[to be continued]...