Violet's Monster: Volume I Update

I keep changing the last few words of the title because I can't get it to sound right, but I think I might have solved the problem...we'll see.

Violet's Monster: Book I sounds better than Violet's Monster: the First Book, but Violet's Monster: Volume I sounds the best. Unless I can come up with a really cool subtitle...it also allows me to make fun of myself - there's a scene in The Importance of Being Earnest where it talks about three volume novels...;)

Anyway, I have made a lot of progress in the last few days and I am much happier with this draft than the last one. I've written out one or two of my very favorite scenes [which I may post here, if you'd like], and I'm about to start writing another favorite part of the story.

I think by the time I get to the 8th or 9th draft, it is going to be a very different book than what I had originally intended, but it might actually work better. It's a lot darker than I wanted [most of my writing is dark, so I guess I'm the one-style kind of author, which works fine for me], but there are some funny things in there [at least, I think they're funny]. So I'm looking forward to sending it out and seeing what people think.

And now, to end this post: [which is really just me gearing up to start writing]

The opening paragraph to Chapter 1: Meet Violet

Violet walked home from school in the rain, her black and white striped umbrella bobbing along in time with her feet, which were encased in her very favorite pair of red Mary Janes. Violet’s art portfolio was under her arm, and Violet was wishing that all of school could be like art class.

From Chapter 4: Where is Max?

Violet opened the door to her room and immediately felt something was off. She looked under the bed and in the closet, her suspicions confirmed. Max was gone.
Violet wondered where he could be, and then wondered if perhaps his family had come and taken him back to their world. It only took a moment for her to make a decision. She grabbed a pen and notebook, a camera, a paper opener that resembled a dagger, and an apple from her snack basket. She stuffed all of these into her book bag and turned to face the closet. “I’m coming to get you, Max.”
Violet marched into the closet, only to bump her nose on the wall. “Ouch!” She considered the wall and tried again. “Open, Sesame?” No dice. She crossed her arms and looked around the room, wondering how they could have taken Max. Her eyes fell on the bed and an idea popped into her brain.
Violet hitched the book bag over her shoulder and got down on her hands and knees. She squeezed under the bed and held on to her bag, waiting. For a moment, she thought she had failed once again. Then, the floor swallowed her up and she was spinning through space.


That's all I've got for now.

Revisions, Away!