I think I've already mentioned so many posts ago that I finished writing my second major novel, "Trapped Minds." I'm actually working on editing it now so I can have it finished before I finish school. That's my goal - hey I accomplished the last goal I had. (Finished writing it before I started school). Anyways, now I am having two dilemmas. First, I can't decide which book cover to use. Here are the options. Please give me your opinions:
I don't quite know if I'm fond of the idea of having my picture on the book cover, as well as some actress I know nothing about, but I like the Panther (there's a character who goes by the codename "Panther" in my book)
You can't really see it, but when this is enlarged, there is a very faded Panther behind all the black. It's to symbolize the fact that you never see him and the mystery his character holds.
Again, you see a panther against the backdrop of the laboratory where the girls are being held.
So I don't know yet.
My other dilemma is that because I am biasedly opinionated, I would love to have some people read my story as I edit it so that they can tell me if it needs to be more descriptive, or if it's too tacky at points, or if there isn't enough dialogue, or if something is inconsistent. Anyway, if you're interested, let me know and I'll email you chapter by chapter as I go along. For a taste, here is my
Prologue:An old man’s eyes bore deeply into a faded brown photograph that was nearly as aged as he was. The picture was torn around the edges, and folded down the middle, a result of being kept in his wallet over the years. It was the only connection to his past. The last photo he had to remember them by. The brave young girls who had lost their lives; the worn out old man had spent infinite sleepless nights blaming himself for this. The beautiful eyes haunted him day by day, pleading for an answer, a solution, a second chance.
A single tear rolled down his scarred cheek and he could feel his throat closing up. The overwhelming flow of emotions had erupted once again. He could not contain himself, not for anything. The girls in the photograph had been his whole life, once upon a time. The link to those days was gone now.
Yet there was something deep inside the old man’s heart that would never accept their deaths.
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I realize it's not all that informative, but that's the point. You don't really come back to that chapter until near the end of the story where you're (supposed to) go "aaaaaaaaaaaaah, I get it!"
Anyway, bye
CHRISSY