So Sanderson is having a book release party on the 31st at the BYU Bookstore. I’ll most likely be driving down, chilling with my old writing group, and then heading over at midnight (on a work night, gah) to get my preordered The Way of Kings and get it signed. Because I can.
Then said group will probably pester Sanderson about getting our finals back to us. We have a grade, yes, but we want our twenty-page submissions back with his comments on them. I asked him to be brutal in my cover letter, unless I’m remembering wrong. I’d like to know what he has to say.
But he’s busy, so three months after the end of the semester, no one has gotten their comments back. Can’t blame him, though I want them. Kind of bad. We’ll see what happens.
In the mean time, I worry that my characters are losing their individuality, my readers will think my protagonist is too whiny and angsty, and I’M GETTING MARRIED IN THREE DAYS.
Aren’t we cute?
Excerpt of the day:
“That’s what I want,” he said, looking back at Esrov. “So, will you give it to me?”
Esrov shook his head. “Never. I’m not fuel for your fire, Jinx. That’s a one-sided deal.”
“All my deals are one-sided,” snapped the Tagalian, face twisting into a scowl. “And I do not bargain with anyone, even the likes of you. Where are you Esrov? Still in Ashlee? Or did you come to Falifax to see me?”
Esrov said nothing.
Jinx stepped closer, the black pupils in his eyes shrinking from Esrov’s glow. “It’s settled, Esrov. Friend. I’m coming for you next, and then me and my men will have the real prize.”
The Raimos, chapter 25