Things to include in your pitch:
1. Who - as in the protagonist and their personality at the beginning of the story to serve as a baseline such as quiet, tomboy, etc)
2. When/Where - the setting, background
3. Why - inciting incident, the call to action
4. What - the stakes. What drives the story?
5. Hook - end with the promise of more action
Research market, category, genre, age group
Mention similar titles based on tone (not comparisons like my book is the next Harry Potter, instead my book will appeal to the readers of... or something along those lines)
For an elevator pitch, you need the MC + call to action + the challenge they face. (so the Who, Why, and What)
I've pitched several times face-to-face. With 3 agents and 1 editor. All of them requested pages. I've also gone to the Long Island Romance Writers Luncheon twice and pitched to agents there, although that pitching is more of the elevator kind instead of a sit down. The nice part about that is that all of the agents I spoke to said to send the project so I did (according to their guidelines) and was able to mention meeting them in the query letter. Each one then gave me a personal response (no form rejections).
I think the biggest keys are being calm but enthusiastic about your book, and using the time wisely. Have a dialogue with the agent instead of giving a long speech. It will take the pressure off of you. Trust me.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Things to include in your pitch:
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
There's never enough time in the day! What did you want to be when you were 10 years old?
So did I! What makes you laugh?
I see it everywhere.
When did it start? I don't remember. A year ago? Maybe more. I see it more now than before.
Flames dance just out of sight. They flicker on school lockers, in windows, anywhere.
Now they hover over the road as I run.
I glare at my watch as I round the block. School sucked today. I've run farther and faster than I usually do, trying to push all my stupid problems away. I wonder if Mom waited for me.
The last year I've been unsettled. Sometimes I get these hot flashes. I don't understand why. Mom gets them sometimes, too. She says not to worry about it.
I can't tell her about seeing the fire, or about the dreams.
We do Yoga and that helps. So does running. I've done a lot of both over the last year.
It hasn't been the best year. Mom lost one of her jobs. She found another, but it doesn't pay as much. Lack of money really stresses her out.
I hope she'll let me get a decent job soon. Something other than yard work and babysitting. I want to help. Mom looks so tired lately. She is really starting to worry me.
In a few months I'll be sixteen. I haven't asked about getting my driver's license. I'm sure Mom won't bring it up either. We don't have money for a car, anyways. We don't even have money for lessons or the stupid license test.
What will I do if something happens to Mom?
I have no idea. We don't have any really close friends. A few people we sort of talk to, like our old neighbor Mrs. Green. No family either, at least not that Mom ever talks about.
I don't have any friends at school. Even though I go to a public school, most of the kids there have money. We don't, and it shows. People can be so fickle. Of course, I don't really try to make friends. I fall into the quiet and shy group. Years ago I gave up trying. Too many times I thought I'd found a friend and then got stabbed in the back.
Seeing fire sets me apart too. I know other people don't see it, not like I do. Some are obsessed with it. I watch them play with matches and lighters outside at school.
I'm not obsessed. What I see scares me.
I slow when I reach our falling down house. Flames dance on the metal mailbox. I look away and dash into the broken porch.
Mom doesn't answer, but I didn't expect her to.
She had started without me. Sitting on a mat, her body is twisted into a Yoga position.
I started Yoga when I was little because it was fun. Later, I did it to spend time with Mom. That was after Dad disappeared and Mom took a second job. The only thing Mom ever makes time for is her Yoga.
Tucking away how much that hurt, I join in quietly.
My thoughts don't want to calm. All I can think about is how unfair everything is. If Dad hadn't disappeared, we wouldn't be living like this.
I glance over at Mom, wondering if anyone knew the truth. The police listed him as a missing person.
Dad left work to come home one night and never arrived. They found his car in the next county. Someone had set it on fire too. At least Dad hadn't been in it. We still don't know what happened to him. Would Mom move on if she knew?
I feel another hot flash coming on and grimace. Breaking my stance, I pull at my T-shirt.
"Misha," Mom says quietly. "Find your center."
Mom never speaks during Yoga. Weird. "I'm fine."
Starting another position, I pull something in my side. Today so isn't a good day.
Last night the dreams had been bad. Fire roared through them, burning everything. Everyone.
Turning and flopping onto my butt, I fan my face. I don't want to remember. Heat spreads through me. Maybe water would help. Water puts out fire.
Mom stands and walks over before I can get up. "This is important," she says firmly.
"I said I'm fine."
Mom tosses her red hair over her shoulder and reaches out to me.
I don't want to be touched and push her hand away.
Mom shrieks in pain.
I stare in shock as the welts form on her hand. They look like fingerprints. They quickly blister into burns.
I jump to my feet. Reaching out again, I quickly stop myself. I panic. The heat within me grows worse. "What did I do? I'm sorry!"
Mom sucks in a deep breath. "It's alright, honey. Let me deal with this." She pauses at the door. "We'll talk in a minute."
I nod dumbly, having no idea what's going on. Had I done that? How?
Flames flicker out of the corner of my eye. Fire.
I run to the kitchen and get a glass of water. I drink two cups before Mom comes back. Her hand is bandaged. "What's going on?"
She sits at the table and puts her face in her hands. Her hair falls around her.
My hair is the same shade of red as my moms. It looks like pale fire. Ours is like wild fire, curls and waves going off in every direction. Mom keeps hers really long. I cut mine shoulder length a few months ago. Dad's hair was red too, but darker and straight.
Mom has flecks of gold in her green eyes like me. I don't remember Dads eyes.
She looks up at me. The gold flecks remind me of tiny flames. "I was hoping you'd be free of this."
"Free of what?"
She lowers one hand and holds it out, palm up.
I stare at her hand, confused. "What?"
Mom doesn't say anything.
A moment later a flame is dancing over her palm. She curls her fingers in and out, playing with it.
I do nothing but stare at the fire she created. It's impossible to look away from the flame.
Fear runs through me. Mom made this fire. I see fire, dream of fire. I just burned Mom.
"The current term for it is pyrokinesis," she says after a while. "The ability to start fire from nothing, to control it, has been around forever."
"So what, you're like a firestarter?" I've seen the Stephen King movie. I've even read the book. Perhaps that's what freaked me out. It wasn't a very happy story.
Mom nods. She isn't happy either.
"How..." I don't even know where to begin.
Mom sighs as she curls her fingers over the flames. They disappear. She leans back in her chair. "In science class, you've learned how everything is made up of atoms?"
"We can manipulate atoms to an excited state until they burst into flame. We can create fire from nothing by doing the same with atoms in the air."
I don't know what to say. Is she serious?
"Like a microwave," she adds.
"And you're saying I can do this too?"
She grimaces. "Yes. The first signs are heat changes in your body." She shakes her head. "It's a very dangerous gift, Misha. More like a curse. It's not easy to control."
I think of Dad. Of his burned out car. "Dad?"
She nods. "He was like me. Like us."
"But did it kill him?" I can't stop thinking of that movie. Of the girl who could kill with her fire. I remember my dreams of fire out of control. At least I know his death hadn't been my fault. I just got this darn power. Hadn't I?
Mom looks away. "I don't know."
I sit down at the table. My feet just don't want to hold me anymore. "Okay. So what now? How the heck do I control this?"
She smiles a little. "You're growing up so fast."
I stick my tongue out at her.
"You've got to learn to control it. Keep practicing. Stay calm and steady."
It's fun when you suddenly understand something. "The Yoga!"
She nods. "It helps. I'll help you, now that I know..." her voice trails off and she looks away. She looks tired again.
I wonder if she's worried I'll burn the house down. If I'll hurt her.
Looking at her hand, I wince. I already had.
Mom smiles a little. "You won't need to worry about doing that again, honey. I just wasn't prepared. Our gift can't fully be explained by science. We can control fire as well, move it, strengthen it, put it out. We can protect ourselves from it."
"Maybe I should learn that first?"
She chuckles. "A good plan."
So began my lessons as a firestarter.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
At The Write Stuff conference, literary agents, Blair Hewes (Durnham Literary) and Katie Grimm (Don Congdon Associates) did a wonderful session on pitches. They gave a handout and here it is for you all to learn from:
Tuning Your Pitch: The Essential Notes
1. Create a Pitch
DO: Fiction - use WHO, WHERE/WHEN, WHY, and WHAT to brainstorm and the Main Character, Call to Action, Challenge they Face to focus. Non-fiction - tell us WHAT need your book is fulfilling, WHY we need to know now, and WHO you are. Practice your pitch to anyone who will listen.
DON'T: Try to summarize all of the plot points or use generaic sweeping statements that could apply to many projects. Don't dwell on personal details that aren't pertinent to your qualifications as a writer.
2. Come Prepared
DO: Practice some more. Bring a cheat sheet with key words in case you lose your place, some research on the agents you're about to meet, and any uestions you may have. Also, bring a pen and paper for taking notes.
DON'T: Bring material for the agent to take home like business cards o sample material - they'll tell you how to send your projects to them later.
DO: If you need a moment to settle in, ask a simple question to break the ice. As soon as you're ready, give your pitch, and speak slowly enough for the agent to be able to process it.
DON'T: Read your pitch word-for-word for the agent - it's okay if you need to refer to your notes, but simply reciting your pitch or giving the agent something to read is a waste of a great opportunity to have a fun and informative conversation about your work.
DO: Be ready for the agent to ask you some questions and give feedback - take notes if you need to. Someimes agents will give advice that might require revisions, so be open to this sort of dialogue.
DON'T: Dismiss their feedback outright. While you might not agree with their assessment, take the time to understand their points.
DO: Ask if the agent wants to see your material. If you discussed specific revisions, ask if they want you to revise first. Find out exactly how many pages they want, and how it should be delivered. Keep things professional regardless of the answer.
DON'T: Feel rejected if the project is not for the agent. There are hundreds of reasons that agents don't request projects, and their decisions is more about how they do business than your skill as a writer. You've just had the opportunity to practice your pitch and get some feedback.
If there's time left, you can ask any other questions you haveL about your next book idea, publishing industry terminology, blogs to follow, or favorite books read latetly.
7. Have fun!
This was a great learning experience, and with so much helpful information, I thought you all would enjoy it. I'll post more information about the conference throughout the rest of the week, although tomorrow Jen Wylie visits my blog for a fun interview.
Monday, March 28, 2011
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The Manticore is a hybrid creature whose name means "man-slayer." The beast comes from Ethiopia. It has the body of a lion, the face and ears of a man, a ferocious mouth with triple rows of teeth, and a tail that ends with poisonous spines. Definitely not a creature that sounds timid, although it sounds lyrical - its call sounds like a trumpet and a flute.
The Manticore is a fierce hunter and kills its prey by shooting quills from its tail. I'm surprised it doesn't use all of its teeth more often. *shudders*
Today, the Manticore is rumored to roam the jungles of Indonesia. There, the Manticore sometimes kills its prey with a bite or a scratch and likes to eat its victims, bones and all.
A particularly nasty creature, I think the Manticore would be a fearsome beast for an fantasy hero to face!
Be sure to check out my blog posts the rest of the week - I'm going to be sharing information and notes from The Write Stuff conference this past weekend. Also, be sure to check out my post from yesterday!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
You all know about the wonderful blog called Adventures in Children’s Publishing, right? Well, the ladies there started an awesome new monthly feature - a five page workshop for authors. Five of us lucky authors posted our first five pages, and Martina and Lisa (and others) helped us wipe our 5 pages into shape!
Now now our polished pages are up and that's where you all come in. Read of the excerpts and vote for your favorite. The winner wins a book!
Please swing by the site and check out my pages and then read the other entries. Don't forget to vote! The poll is at the top, on the right sidebar. Thank you!
Posted by Nicole Zoltack at 7:36 PM
Friday, March 25, 2011
Another short post today.
My favorite rule is 12 1/2. :)
The one I break the most is 1. I don't always write every day. I try to, but it doesn't always happen. Regardless, I'm always thinking about my stories and trying to work out details and new scenes and dialogue, plus coming up with new ideas. So I think that rule should be changed.
Hm... maybe next week, I'll come up with my set of writing rules. New blog post idea! :)
What are you working on today? Writing? Reading? Have any plans for the weekend?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Last year I went to a local writer's conference called The Write Stuff in Allentown, Pa. I had a blast and met several cool authors. I'm going again this year, and I can't wait! Like last year, I'll take plenty of notes at the different workshops and pass along the information onto you.
Have you ever been to a writer's conference? If not, would you ever go to one? What do you or would you hope to get out of a writer's conference?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I'm working hard on edits for MuseItUp Publishing as well as revising two of my own MSs so this blog post is going to be short and full of pictures. Enjoy!
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
In his book Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. listed eight rules for writing a short story:
- Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
- Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
- Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
- Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
- Start as close to the end as possible.
- Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
- Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
The rule I that caught my attention is 4. Evert sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
I think this is true, to an extent. If every single sentence revealed character or advanced the action, there would be very little scene setting in your story/novel.
I had the pleasure of being in Adventures in Children's Publishing's First Five Pages Workshop. Between that and the Show Me the Voice Workshop, I have received so much wonderful advice on the beginning of my story. Thank you all so much for your help! I don't plan on stopping there. I am doing to pour of the rest of that MS to true to infuse as much voice, character, and setting into the rest of the story as I did working on the opening.
I'll make sure that my sentences reveal character and advance the action. I'll also incorporate setting, too.
What do you think of Vonnegut's rules? Personally I disagree with #8 completely.
Monday, March 21, 2011
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Super agent Ammi-Joan Paquette has so kindly offered to host a pitch contest on YAtopia. And seeing as she's currently closed to submissions, this is an opportunity you simply CANNOT miss out on.
It's really quite simple what you have to do. Ready?
1) Be a follower of the blog. Nice and easy.
2) Blog about this contest and include a link with your entry. If you don't have a blog, you may tweet or make a facebook status. But they prefer blog.
3) Create a TWO SENTENCE pitch. And not a massively long run-on sentence either. Two concise sentences that will hook Joan to your book and have her desperate to read more.
4) Include the opening line of your manuscript.
5) Manuscripts that you submit should be completed. It is left up to you whether you decide to submit a half finished manuscript. You'll have to deal with it SHOULD Joan request you send her the full.
6) This contest will be capped at either 150 entries OR will end midnight on the 24th March.
7) Winners to be announced (along with prizes) on 31st March.
8) Only childrens and young adult categories will be accepted.
Good luck!! Post your entries on YAtopia's blog!I did! Good luck!
Posted by Nicole Zoltack at 4:03 PM
Friday, March 18, 2011
Son #1 loves to babble yet. His vocabulary is growing with each day but he still says a lot of made up words. Two nights ago, when we're were telling him that we love him before putting him down in his bed for the night, he finally said those three little words back.
"I love you."
It came out more like "I lub u" but it completely melted my heart.
Now how does this relate to writing?
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We should strive to make each line of dialogue to have impact. It doesn't always have to be life-altering, but it should have meaning. It should also be unique onto that character - i.e. each line should only have been said by that character, no one else should have/could have said it. This goes to voice. If each character has been written to be unique and has a unique enough voice, their dialogue would be their own, dependent upon their character. If they have an accent, it would give their words flavor. If they have little education, they wouldn't use proper English all the time. Etc...
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
I don't know about you, but before I started to write seriously, I didn't mind head-hopping. Didn't bother me in the least.
Now I know better. And it bothers me. Really bothers me. Like through the book across the room bothers me.
It took me some time before I grew to hate head hopping. When I first wrote Woman of Honor, there were a few instances - ok, more than just a few - where I head-hopped. Whoops!
I recently got my edits back for Champion of Valor. I was so pleased that there was only one instance of POV slippage (of course I wish that I had caught them all but still only missing one is definitely a step in the right head-firmly-attached-not-going-anywhere direction).
The offender: Her face paled.
At first glance this might not seem like a POV slip. I, for one, can actually feel myself go pale, but that's just it - I feel it, I can't see it. Her face paled is fine when the her in question is not the person whose POV the scene is in. But in this case, it is. So yes, this is a POV slip.
How did I fix it? A wave of weakness washed over her, and she could feel the blood drain from her face.
Does head-hopping bother you? What areas have you tackled to overcome to make your writing better?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
In honor of the release of Kirsten Hubbard's Like Mandarin, a bunch of bloggers are talking about who they would have given anything to be like, either when they were a teenager or now.
When I was a teenager, I would have given anything to be like...
my older brother. He had it all, especially a driver's license and a car.
Cher from Clueless. Come on, she was blond, popular, and the boys fell all over themselves for her.
Now I would give anything to be like...
Elana Johnson. Her blog is awesome, I can't wait to read Possession, she inspires me.
LiLa. Awesome sister bloggers. I never laugh when reading a blog post more than when I'm reading one of theirs. I so want to write a story with my sister now. Either sister (I have two, both younger than me)
JK Rowling. If I could be an eighth as successful as her, I would be thrilled.
So who would you have given anything to be like when you were a teenager? And who would you give anything to be like now?
Posted by Nicole Zoltack at 11:12 AM
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
And the winner is....
Congratulations Susan! I hope you enjoy Seeing for the First Time!
For those of you who didn't win, I still have something for you. If you agree to post a review of Seeing for the First Time, I'll send you a coupon code for a free copy. You can post the review on your blog, on Goodreads, on Amazon, anywhere. The first five people that agree to this will receive the coupon.
Congrats again Susan! Happy reading!
Monday, March 14, 2011
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The Undines are elementals of water. They look like women though they sometimes take the form of a fish or a snake. They have cold, soft skin and their beautiful voices can be heard over a rushing waterfall. They live in forest pools, lakes, and streams.
Undines can take on a completely human form to marry a human man. In some stories, they are motivated to do this to gain a human soul. They are notoriously vengeful against a human lover who betrays them. For instance, a German myth said that an "Ondine" fell in love with a knight who swore to be faithful to her with every waking breath. When she found him asleep in the arms of another woman, she cursed him so that if he ever fell asleep again, his breath would be taken from him and he would die.
Friday, March 11, 2011
In honor of this week being Read an eBook Week, I'm holding a contest.
An eBook of course!
I'm giving away a copy of my newest release, Seeing for the First Time. It's a paranormal YA short story.
Let's see... how to enter
Must be a follower.
Leave a comment.
+1 follow me on twitter
+1 fan my facebook page
+3 blog/tweet/fb/somehow get the word out (leave the link in your comment)
I'll draw the winner on the 15th.
Have you read an ebook this week?
And another contest you all might want to enter (or not so that I have a better chance of winning, lol) Click on the banner for more details.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I'm busy lurking in my editing cave between edits for Champion of Valor (I hope to have the cover soon!) and my edits for MuseItUp so this lame post is all you get today. Sorry! But be sure tocome back tomorrow.
Here's a hint why - this week is read an ebook week so that just might mean contest time!
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
A list of real insults, insults that had meaning instead of four letters or finger gestures.
The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor: She said, "If you were my husband I'd give you poison," and he said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it."
A member of Parliament to Disraeli: "Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease." "That depends, Sir," said Disraeli, "on whether I embrace your policies or your mistress."
"He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." - Winston Churchill
"A modest little person, with much to be modest about." - Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." - Clarence Darrow
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary." - William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" - Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it." - Moses Hadas
"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know." - Abraham Lincoln
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it." - Mark Twain
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends." - Oscar Wilde
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend.... if you have one." - George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is one." - Winston Churchill, in response.
"I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here." - Stephen Bishop
"He is a self-made man and worships his creator."- John Bright
"I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial." - Irvin S. Cobb
"He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others." - Samuel Johnson
"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up." - Paul Keating
"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure." Jack E. Leonard
"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt." - Robert Redford (one flash & it's gone. ha)
"They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge." - Thomas Brackett Reed
"In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily." - Charles, Count Talleyrand
"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him." - Forrest Tucker
"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?" - Mark Twain
"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork." - Mae West
"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go." - Oscar Wilde
"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... for support rather than illumination." - Andrew Lang (1844-1912)
"He has Van Gogh's ear for music." - Billy Wilder
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Seeing for the First Time is released today from Echelon Press.
For the last ten years, Ana has spent summers with her Gram. With nothing to do, the closest beach two hours away, and Gram, who Ana is convinced is crazy, always in her garden talking to things that aren't there, Ana is bored out of her mind.
One day, Ana sees strange colors floating around Gram as she works in her garden. Gram says they're fairies. She can "See" them, and there are others who can see things. Ana's a Seer, too.
When Gram gives Ana a book that explains about the many different creatures, like selkies, unicorns, vampires, and others, Ana gets curious. She is shocked when she comes across the entry about famous werewolf hunting parents.
Determined to learn where she fits in, Ana's summer gets a lot more exciting as she sets off to find out what she can "see." Only problem is, she's not sure what to do when she finally discovers the truth. And she's not sure she'll live to tell anyone.
Ana's Gram was crazy. Like certifiably crazy. And she'd spent every summer since she'd turned six at her Gram's, with a front row seat to her Gram's descent into madness.
Year number ten with Gram and she still had nothing to do. Ana exited the small cottage. "Gram, I'm bored. Can I borrow your car?"
No answer. Ana headed to her Gram's favorite location, the garden out back.
Sure enough, she found her mom's mother covered in more dirt than her potted plants. With her long white hair in a tight bun, dressed in a T-shirt and black pants, Gram wore a relaxed as she pulled out weeds. "You're getting lax, Arianna."
Arianna? Who's that? Ana cleared her throat. "Gram, can I go to the beach?"
Gram patted her hands and wiped her forehead, leaving behind a streak of dirt. "You arrived yesterday and spent all day with your friends. Now you want to leave me all alone while you drive the two hours to the beach?"
Ana pouted. "Please, Gram? There's nothing to do here."
Gram sighed. "You could help me with my garden."
Ana grimaced and glanced down at her pale pink tank top and white mini skirt. Hardly working in the dirt clothes. "Can't Arianna help?" Ana muttered so her Gram couldn't hear.
"What's that, dear?" Gram had already gone back to work.
Ana cringed and felt guilty. "Let me change my clothes and then you can tell me what you need help with."
Gram beamed, and Ana felt even guiltier. Just because Gram saw and heard things no one else did, didn't mean Ana shouldn't spend time with her. After all, that's why she'd come to North Carolina while her parents traveled through Europe.
Ana ran into the cottage and changed into a T-shirt and jeans. She stood at the back screen door, wrestling her long curly blonde hair into a ponytail when she saw small red, purple, and blue lights flying around her Gram.
Ana rubbed her eyes and looked again. The lights were still there.
She gulped. Maybe being crazy ran in the family.
Ana opened the door and slowly walked over to Gram.
Gram looked up. "Is something wrong, dear?"
Ana shook her head.
Gram pushed back on her thighs. "Your face says differently. If you really want to go to the beach that badly, go ahead."
A small red speck landed on Gram's hand. Ana stared at it, afraid to speak, not wanting to draw attention to her craziness.
"Oh," Gram said with understanding in her soft voice. Her face broke into a wide smile that eased many wrinkles. "You can see the fairies, too."
Ana shook her head again. "N-no."
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Monday, March 7, 2011
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According to Greek mythology, Phineas angered Zeus by revealing too much about the future with his gift of prophecy. As his punishment, Phineas was sent to a land where a huge banquet was always set. But whenever he sat down to eat, harpies would swoop down and steal his food and spoil the rest. This continued until Jason and the Argonauts came. Two of the Argonauts could fly as they were sons of Boreas, the North Wind. They chased away the harpies, but did not kill them at the request of their sister Iris the rainbow goddess after she promised that the harpies would not plague Phineas anymore.
Most pictures of the harpies are much uglier than this one, but I liked this one so much that I posted this one.
If you have time, why don't you stop by the Raven and the Writing Desk blog? I wrote a short story for you all to enjoy called Too Much Luck. I hope you enjoy it!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I know I don't usually post on Sunday's but I'm part of the Fool for Romance Contest! Visit here for the full list of authors and prizes, including a Kindle! To be entered, leave a comment on my blog. It would be great if you could follow me, if you don't already, and feel free to friend me on FB (or become my fan) and goodreads and follow me on twitter.
Friday, March 4, 2011
I am now a junior editor at MuseItUp Publishing!
I'm very excited about this although it is definitely going to test my time management skills so that I can still get done everything I want to as far as my own writing is concerned.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
There are so many love triangles in books nowadays.
Elena. Stefan. Damon.
Bella. Edward. Jacob.
Sookie. Bill. Eric.
And so many more. Is it just me or do most of the love triangles focus on a girl torn between two guys? Why is that? Guys read, too.
Maybe one of my next books should be about a love triangle where the guy has to pick between two girls....
Do you like books that feature a love triangle?
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I can't believe it's March already. Wow, does time fly!
So now that it's the first, I thought I would write down my monthly goals.
I want to work on the rest of the stories for my new ebook series - What You See is What You Get. Can't wait for the first story - Seeing for the First Time - to be released on the 8th! The blurb:
I also want to revise and polish Alexia's Pen and Hidden in Shadows, as well as find an editing job. And a secret project or two. :)
So those are my goals. What are yours?