Tuesday, May 21, 2013
The Writer's Voice Update!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Darn You Pinterest!
I haven't posted in a while...I'd love to say it's for a good reason, but the truth? I blame Pinterest. My little man turned 3 on May 10th and I foolishly decided to go all out on the "color party" he requested. Let me say we didn't even have a party last year. The year before we had a DIY cupcake decorating station and some balloons. I'm not the kind of mom to go crazy on birthdays. But then my in-laws were able to fly out and I felt guilty about how much less attention he gets with the baby around and my sister started a Pinterest board and then I spent every waking hour for the last two weeks sewing felt flowers and folding paper pinwheels.
It turned out fabulous, as evidenced by the pics below, but he's 3! He'll never remember this. Curse you Pinterest for sucking me into your lovely craft and food ideas! I want my life back!
(And in writing news, I made it to the next round of The Writer's Voice! Squee! Hopefully I'll have news from that soon!)
It turned out fabulous, as evidenced by the pics below, but he's 3! He'll never remember this. Curse you Pinterest for sucking me into your lovely craft and food ideas! I want my life back!
(And in writing news, I made it to the next round of The Writer's Voice! Squee! Hopefully I'll have news from that soon!)
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
The Writer's Voice
Through the luck of the Rafflecopter draw, I got picked to enter the Writer's Voice, a a multi-blog, multi-agent contest hosted by Cupid of Cupid’s Literary Connection, Krista Van Dolzer of Mother. Write. (Repeat.), Monica B.W. of Love YA, and Brenda Drake of Brenda Drake Writes. (You can read all about it here.) I'm one of 150 entrants posting my query and first 250 words on my blog. Not only is it a great opportunity, it's a fun away to meet other writers! Enjoy :)
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Query
For 17-year-old Bria Hale, image is everything. She’s a militant vegan with purple hair, Doc Martens and a permanent scowl. Kissing captain of the football team Ben Harris? Definitely not part of the image. With senior year about to begin, her carefully constructed façade is crumbling.
Bria’s future has been mapped out since she won a national art competition freshman year. But with portfolio reviews looming, and a secret love of accounting begging to be indulged, art school is rapidly losing its appeal. Now with every stolen kiss with Ben, she’s falling deeper for the boy every girl at Oceanside High is crushing on. Throw in a few forbidden bacon cheeseburgers and she’s facing one major identity crisis.
When Bria’s protest against the school mascot lands Ben in trouble, they both end up on clean up duty. Stuck in close quarters with the boy she’s too cool to like, her reputation and her heart collide in ways that make her question everything. Now Bria must either be true to herself or to the persona she's spent all of high school creating.
THE EXTRAORDINARY ART OF FALLING is a 56,000 word YA contemporary romance.
First 250
Perched on a rock jutting out of the sand, Bria Hale pulled her feet up and hugged her knees to her chest. Her little band of misfits swirled around a bonfire while she watched over them like a mother hen in Doc Martens and too much eyeliner.
The day wound down in a shower of sparks, tiny embers stooping to kiss the sand. With the dropping temperature, the group huddled closer to the fire. A motley crew in dark clothes and colorful hair contracting into each other, too tipsy to stay upright on their own.
Laughter erupted, Abby Harris’ distinctive giggle louder than the rest. “Run, Forrest, run!” she yelled at a boy coming down the beach.
Ben Harris slowed to a jog when he neared the bonfire and waved without breaking his perfect stride. “Hey, Sis.”
The laughter broke out again, along with a few snide comments about jocks, but he just grinned and kept running. It took more than his little sister to ruffle the unflappable Ben Harris.
Bria shook her head and gave her friends a onceover to make sure they were in no danger of hurting themselves or each other. She hopped down from her rock and wandered across the star-swept beach. Once the orange glow of the fire disappeared behind a lifeguard tower and the boom of the surf swallowed the noise of the party, she bent to unzip her heavy boots and peel off her tights. She buried her toes in the damp sand edging the shoreline and sighed.
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Query
For 17-year-old Bria Hale, image is everything. She’s a militant vegan with purple hair, Doc Martens and a permanent scowl. Kissing captain of the football team Ben Harris? Definitely not part of the image. With senior year about to begin, her carefully constructed façade is crumbling.
Bria’s future has been mapped out since she won a national art competition freshman year. But with portfolio reviews looming, and a secret love of accounting begging to be indulged, art school is rapidly losing its appeal. Now with every stolen kiss with Ben, she’s falling deeper for the boy every girl at Oceanside High is crushing on. Throw in a few forbidden bacon cheeseburgers and she’s facing one major identity crisis.
When Bria’s protest against the school mascot lands Ben in trouble, they both end up on clean up duty. Stuck in close quarters with the boy she’s too cool to like, her reputation and her heart collide in ways that make her question everything. Now Bria must either be true to herself or to the persona she's spent all of high school creating.
THE EXTRAORDINARY ART OF FALLING is a 56,000 word YA contemporary romance.
First 250
Perched on a rock jutting out of the sand, Bria Hale pulled her feet up and hugged her knees to her chest. Her little band of misfits swirled around a bonfire while she watched over them like a mother hen in Doc Martens and too much eyeliner.
The day wound down in a shower of sparks, tiny embers stooping to kiss the sand. With the dropping temperature, the group huddled closer to the fire. A motley crew in dark clothes and colorful hair contracting into each other, too tipsy to stay upright on their own.
Laughter erupted, Abby Harris’ distinctive giggle louder than the rest. “Run, Forrest, run!” she yelled at a boy coming down the beach.
Ben Harris slowed to a jog when he neared the bonfire and waved without breaking his perfect stride. “Hey, Sis.”
The laughter broke out again, along with a few snide comments about jocks, but he just grinned and kept running. It took more than his little sister to ruffle the unflappable Ben Harris.
Bria shook her head and gave her friends a onceover to make sure they were in no danger of hurting themselves or each other. She hopped down from her rock and wandered across the star-swept beach. Once the orange glow of the fire disappeared behind a lifeguard tower and the boom of the surf swallowed the noise of the party, she bent to unzip her heavy boots and peel off her tights. She buried her toes in the damp sand edging the shoreline and sighed.
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