So, we write because we have a story to tell. What happens when the story we tell isn’t one that somebody else is reading? In my current novel I have an elaborate world which is hard to get across. Some have told me it’s too elaborate, some that it isn’t. There is a great depth to it. Getting enough through in this first novel is proving difficult.
On a side note. Working with a friend to critique each other’s writing. Very helpful. It’s nice to have an honest opinion which isn’t tainted by previous knowledge of the book. Back to trying to figure out how to illustrate this information.
The Aspiring Novelist 