Monday, February 20, 2017

#SonofaPitch: Query #7: Playing God

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Title: PLAYING GOD
Category and Genre: Adult, Contemporary Fantasy
Word Count: 106,000

Query:
Sworn off family in-fighting and rivalries, Apollo has spent the last decade in Portland, Maine, incarnated as research scientist Dr. Paul Archer. Family’s not the only thing Apollo’s sworn off — he’s also done with women (of the mortal ilk), and most of all, Pantheon, a chess-like game the gods play with human lives. So when Venus drops by unannounced, demanding that Apollo repay a debt dating back to the Trojan War by helping her pull off a move in the game, Apollo’s intention is to execute the move, wipe the slate clean, and get right back to work in the lab.

What Apollo doesn’t expect is how this game and its pawn, college senior Theresa DiPaulo, revive his long-buried feelings of guilt and failure stemming from his mother's deicide at the hands of his stepmother. Nor does he expect how compelled he feels to intervene to save Theresa from the same fate. As the game unfolds, and the parallels to that long-ago round of Pantheon mount up, Apollo gets sucked deeper and deeper in, until he can no longer run from the intrafamilial conflict he left behind when he abdicated Olympus and took refuge DownEast. Apollo’s got a plan — if only Theresa would open up and let him in, if only she’d stop trying to protect him, if only she loved him back, pulling it off would be so much easier.

First 250 Words:


“Hold still.” I closed my eyes and, my hands flat on the bare skin of the boy’s chest, forced a surge of energy into him, feeling it spread through his frail body with the beats of his heart. My strength gushed out of me, like I’d cut a major blood vessel. A minute later, when I opened my eyes, my head swam and my legs shook.

The kid was staring at me. I withdrew my hands, and disconnected the IV. Then I sat on the foot of the gurney, fighting the tunnel vision and nausea.

The door opened. The jingle of bracelets told me it was my assistant Demetria. She pressed a Gatorade into my hand and passed another to the boy. I heard the boy’s gulps. I couldn’t open mine, my fingers too weak to grip the cap and twist. Demetria extended her hand for the bottle, and opened it with the same cruel matter-of-factness with which she’d snap the neck of a lab rat.

“Good thing for Connor his parents had him transported here, instead of Maine Med.” Her dry tone belied her words. The boy would have died at the hospital. In surviving to five, he’d already beaten the odds. Demetria wasn’t happy that the boy was still alive. No, that was harsh. She wasn’t happy that I’d brought him back from the edge. It was an important distinction.

I took a couple sips of Gatorade and pressed the damp bottle to my cheek.

9 comments:

  1. Just a fellow writer offering opinions. Please take what helps and ignore the rest.

    For me, your query is solid. I just want a bit of the stakes at the end. I need the choice he faces, if he can get Theresa to open up...or can't? Does he face the decision to save her or not? And what does he risk with the decision?

    “Hold still.” I closed my eyes and, my hands flat on the bare skin of the boy’s chest, forced a surge of energy into him, feeling it spread through his frail body with the beats of his heart. My strength gushed out of me, like I’d cut a major blood vessel. A minute later, when I opened my eyes, my head swam and my legs shook.
    (Well, that is interesting! Who is this and how did he just send energy into a boy? Very intriguing. The last line shows me his physical reactions...but I wonder about his emotions. Why did he do it? How does helping make him feel?)

    The kid was staring at me. (And what do those eyes look like? What does the kid look like? How old is he?) I withdrew my hands, and disconnected the IV. Then I sat on the foot of the gurney, fighting the tunnel vision and nausea. (He doesn't say anything to the boy? What does he feel as he looks into the eyes. Though just doing what needs to be done speaks too.)

    The door opened. The jingle of bracelets told me it was my assistant Demetria. She pressed a Gatorade into my hand and passed another to the boy. I heard the boy’s gulps. I couldn’t open mine, my fingers too weak to grip the cap and twist. Demetria extended her hand for the bottle, and opened it with the same cruel matter-of-factness with which she’d snap the neck of a lab rat. (I like this Demetria. What does she look like?)

    “Good thing for Connor his parents had him transported here, instead of Maine Med.” Her dry tone belied her words. The boy would have died at the hospital. In surviving to five, he’d already beaten the odds. (What odds?) Demetria wasn’t happy that the boy was still alive. No, that was harsh. She wasn’t happy that I’d brought him back from the edge. It was an important distinction. (Oh...interesting.)

    I took a couple sips of Gatorade and pressed the damp bottle to my cheek. (does the drink help?)
    This opening is nice! I have just witnessed something impossible and wondrous and I want to know more! Maybe a few details sights, sounds, smells to set me in the space and make it come to life, but a really great start!

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  2. From the marvelous Elsie Elmore...via me!

    Query :
    I think this query works as is and I would read this book. Now. I think your words are well chosen and you do a bang up job showing who Apollo is and introducing the stakes. I even like the tone in the closing line. Just fabulous.

    Your 250:
    I love this and want more!! My line by line feedback equals more oohs and ahhs and love this and great detail, so I’ll spare you. I am especially digging the voice. Great start.

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  3. Hi Kathy and Elsie

    Thanks so much, both of you, for your comments and support. Kathy, I know what you mean about the lack of sensory and emotional detail in the first 250. That's actually intentional because Apollo is a detached, calculated, calculating guy/god. I realize it might be off-putting for the reader just starting the novel, who doesn't get this about him yet. I struggle with how to/whether to address reactions like yours, looking for more connection with him. Thinking...

    Thanks!

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  4. Hey there,

    Comments incoming:

    Query:

    (maybe, "Having sworn off"? for clarity) Sworn off family in-fighting and rivalries, Apollo has spent the last decade in Portland, Maine, incarnated as research scientist Dr. Paul Archer. Family’s not the only thing Apollo’s sworn off — he’s also done with women (of the mortal ilk), and most of all, Pantheon, a chess-like game the gods play with human lives. So when Venus drops by unannounced, demanding that Apollo repay a debt dating back to the Trojan War by helping her pull off a move in the game, Apollo’s intention is to execute the move, wipe the slate clean, and get right back to work in the lab. (I'm in. I'm so in. Let's do this.)

    What Apollo doesn’t expect is how this game and its pawn, college senior Theresa DiPaulo, revive his long-buried feelings of guilt and failure stemming from his mother's deicide at the hands of his stepmother. Nor does he expect how compelled he feels to intervene to save Theresa from the same fate. As the game unfolds, and the parallels to that long-ago round of Pantheon mount up, Apollo gets sucked deeper and deeper in, until he can no longer run from the intrafamilial conflict he left behind when he abdicated Olympus and took refuge DownEast. Apollo’s got a plan — if only Theresa would open up and let him in, if only she’d stop trying to protect him, if only she loved him back, pulling it off would be so much easier.

    (Love it.)

    First 250

    Love that too.

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  5. Posted on Behalf of Elsie:

    You have one of Elsie's votes!

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