Tuesday, December 6, 2011
"Oh, it's no problem ... happy to help out." I opened the envelope and pulled out the manuscript and glanced at the title, Star Crafters. "What's it about?"
"Well, it's about a young girl, Leith, who learns that the new boy, Rex, who just moved in next door is really part of a family of aliens from the planet Xercon ... she fears for her safety until she the boy saves from a gang of bullies and she comes to find that his race is benevolent and trying to help mankind from themselves. Leith and Rex fall in love, but must part because his mission has ended and he has to return to Xercon. It really sets up the sequel."
"Oh, really ... sounds interesting."
Uncle Billy appeared holding a tray. "Three senior coffees." He set the tray on the table and sat down. "So, are the authors getting to know each other?"
Clara picked up one of the coffees. "I just gave your nephew the book."
I patted the manuscript. "So, Clara, tell me, how did you happen to get into the ... ah ... this particular genre?"
"Well, I've always wanted to write a book, and Bill was telling me about how successful Irv Nesbaum has been with non-fiction ... "
"He's taking off like a rocket," said Uncle Billy.
"... but that's not really my thing," Clara continued. "I read that young adult romances and science fiction were both hot areas ... so, it seemed logical to combine the two."
I picked up a coffee, took the lid off and blew on it ... to give me time to digest what Clara just said. "I guess that makes sense."
"Yes. I'm sure if I package it properly it'll be successful."
"Gee, it sounds like you've done your homework ... what do you want me to do? I mean, I'm not exactly the demographic you're looking for."
"I know, but you're an author ... I just need a professional's reaction to the structure and pacing."
I sat up. "You've read my books?"
Clara blushed slightly. "Well, no ... but your Uncle told me you were published."
Uncle Billy shrugged his shoulders and I sank back in my seat. "I'm pretty busy right now ... I'm not sure how long it'll take me to read this."
"Oh that's okay ... I'm not in any hurry ... even if you don't get back to me until next week ..."
Next week? I looked at the stack of pages. If I started reading it today it would take me a month at least. I leered at Uncle Billy. He shifted his gaze out the window. "I'll do what I can, Clara."