Well, the deed is done: the book is read, the review of that single most important reader of all is in my hot little hands. Drat.
Wonderfully written. Your best writing to date. Couldn’t change a thing. Wonderful. You’re about half way there.
If you’re of an age you’ll hear the needle scratch across the record.
Your story is good, but not compelling. I’ve breezed past page 51 and still have no idea what this story is about!
Let’s see, 51 out of 133 – rats! That’s almost halfway.
Now I’m on page 93. So, is there more to this story?
So that’s it, then, eh? No compelling plot. Well written, fun to read, but nothing to learn or worry or wonder about. Like those Valentine’s hearts – saying something and nothing at the same time?
Like the icing of a cake, but when you cut into it, you find no cake. Just form – no substance.
Ouch. That’s dreadful!
But she liked my writing! That’s a first! She said it was a thousand times better than previous efforts, style-wise! Hey, hooray!
Plot shmot. I’ll give you a plot. Any simpleton can come up with a plot. There’s a plot in this story, but obviously it’s soooooooooo subtle that it can’t even be seen.
I can fix that.
I’ll give you your cake, and you can eat it, too!
Yin and yang, right? Calamity and opportunity?
Plot. Plot this.
So, back into the garage, but not forever. Not for very long. I gots it. I know what to do! And it’s well written!
No cake under the icing. Grrrrrr