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Re: Choosing the Perfect Boat
You know what makes for a compelling story? Tension. Bad odds. When people accomplish things that aren't supposed to happen, when they rise above, we root for them. Rocky wasn't supposed to beat Apollo, and it took Rocky II to make it happen. If the heroine in the story jumps aboard a mega yacht with 16 EPIRBS and 4 life rafts with seven years worth of food and water, with full machine shop in the lazarrette, then everyone on SN will be happy and the book will be a suckfest.
Yes, it has to be plausible. No, the average reader doesn't give a flying hoot whether the boat can do 6 knots or 8 in real life. If you add up all the people in the world who know better and then subtract that number from total book sales... yeah. Nobody cares. Plausible is good enough.
I want action. I want to root for someone.
Voyage of the Liberdad was a fantastic book- because Josh Slocum and his family should have died and they didn't. They sailed a homemade open boat from South America to New England after being shipwrecked, or basically marooned in BFE. Had he come on SN asking how to get home, he'd have been told to get a job hauling coconuts in Brazil because there's no way to do what he wanted to do.
Sailing Around The World Alone - the consummate sailing book. Josh Slocum once again would have told every man on Sail Net to go take care of their vagina because he had some sailing to do. Is there one person in this forum who would have *built* the Spray to begin with, and then sailed a glorified oyster scow around the world alone? Of course not because that can't be done and any moron would know this instinctively. Well, except of course that he actually did it.
I know I'm rough around the edges and that many won't appreciate my choice of language or hyperbole. Well, get over it. I'm a nice guy, but I like to blow **** up and shoot holes in stuff and I travel around with burly brutes who like to do these kinds of things, too.
I want to read a book about some badass woman who can make chicken salad out of chicken $**t when the chips are down. I want the villain to punch her in the face and instead of laying there in the fetal position waiting for help, she gets up and puts boot to ass. I want her to reach over to the side of the cockpit and grab her RockDawg Signature Series winch handle. I want the villain spitting bloody chicklets and escaping, because if he doesn't there can't be a second book.
But that's just me.