Monthly Archives: March 2014
I have been in such a reading slump lately. Maybe it’s the face that I’ve been ridiculously busy with family stuff, Pitch Madness, querying, and exhaustion. No matter the reason, I haven’t been able to finish reading a book in over a month. It’s a terrible feeling. I’ve tried reading popular books and books being recommended by friends, but nothing has kept my attention.
So, how do I break this slump? The good old fashioned way…By reading!
Okay, so maybe it’s a little more than that. I picked up a few of the next books in the Anita Blake series, HIT LIST and KISS THE DEAD by Laurell K. Hamilton and GONE GIRL by Gillian Flynn. I think I just need time to cleanse the ol’ pallet with some adult novels. Once I finish, I hope I’ll be back to reading some of my favorite kind of YA. Until then, I’ll be sharing with you my thoughts on the three books I’m reading.
Please note, the following series is for adults. Some graphic material is contained within the story which may not be suitable for readers under 18-years-old.
A serial killer is hunting the Pacific Northwest, murdering victims in a gruesome and spectacular way. The local police suspect “monsters” are involved, and have called in Anita Blake and Edward, U.S. Marshals who really know their monsters, to catch the killer.
I haven’t read any of the Anita Blake series since last summer, so getting back into the characters is a little slow going. Totally not the fault of the book, rather it’s mine for not remembering. But the one thing I remember from the series is that there will be a lot of action.
First of all, I want to thank Brenda Drake for hosting the exciting and exhausting Pitch Madness. She, along with all of the other authors, readers, interns, assistants, and agents really did a lot of work to pull this whole contest off.
As you know, I was chosen as 1 of the 64 to be part of Pitch Madness. In the end, I did end up with a few requests–that I am very happy and excited about!
But this is not the end. Even though Pitch Madness is over and my submissions have been sent, I will continue on my journey. I have three WIPs started, but it seems that one is calling me louder than the others–all will remain a secret for now–but I can tell you that one deals with a family curse, another with a cult, and the other with a sword.
No matter, the whole idea is to keep writing the stories that are churning in my mind. As for the rest of you, I’d love to know what stories you’re writing about OR your Pitch Madness news. Drop me a line:)
The monster showed up after midnight. As they do.
But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting. He’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the one he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments, the one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming…
This monster is something different, though. Something ancient, something wild. And it wants the most dangerous thing of all from Conor.
It wants the truth.
A Note From Amy
I’ve had my hands on this book more than once, but I never followed through. Shame on me! This week I finally brought A MONSTER CALLS home with me from the library. The story of a monster tree that comes to life, only to terrorize Conor is a wonderfully scary tale. Patrick Ness never fails to intrigue the reader, leaving them hold their breath until the very end. For fans of horror–this is a MUST read!
I remember one thing from my kindergarten experience.
My classmates and I were playing with cardboard blocks. Ya know, we were building things like kids like to do. I’m not sure why I did it, but every time the boy next to me build a tower I knocked all the blocks down. Not just once either; multiple times. And for this, I was made to sit on a chair in the corner.
So, as you can see I had a hard time with sharing early on.
In 2013, after unsuccessfully querying my first story BROKEN, I figured it out. I needed someone I could trust to share my work with. I’ve posted about the value of CPs before, so this is not about how wonderful mine are. Instead, sharing your stories with the general public.
Contests are one thing. Generally your work is read by authors, bloggers, or agents and if they like your work it’s posted. It’s quite another thing to post on your own website for anonymous people to read, yet many writers do just this. And I think it takes a lot of guts to do this.
What does posting your work do for the author? Well, it gives other writers a place to check out your work. It also gets the writer out of his/her own head space. And yes, it may bring comments from readers that may be helpful.
For all these reasons, I’ve decided to share what I sent in to Brenda Drake’s #PitchMadness contest. I mean, why not? If my aim is to be a published author, lots of people will read my stories. Why not give you all a taste now:)
Feel free to leave a comment, share your pitch and first 250 words with me OR leave me your blog url to check your writing out. I’d love to see it.
THE BLEEDING HEART
NA Psychological Horror
Scarred and out of control, 18yo Brooklyn seeks revenge with her tattoo needles. When Daniel comes along and shows her that love is a more fulfilling obsession, Brooklyn fights to save her sanity and herself.
I’m a monster—a dangerous one. Not the kind that will break into your house to steal prized possessions or shoot you dead on the street, but dangerous nonetheless. I try to ignore the pointed looks as I walk to the store. I know how they see me and what they think. It’s the same every time.
My fair skin, beautiful long wavy brown hair and large green eyes make me look innocent enough, that is until you catch a glimpse of my neck. This is where I’m different. Two inches below my ears, a large pink scar runs right across my throat. Without my make-up on, you may get a glimpse of a few more tiny scars on my cheeks, but those I’ve gotten very good at hiding. I have many disguises, and my face is just the one thing I cover.
The clothes I wear hide the other fine pink and white lines that crisscross my body. As long as I don’t go sunbathing in a bikini, no one even knows they’re there. I walk with my head held high and don’t bother trying to hide my neck scar anymore. Not only is it impossible, but it’s there as a reminder of who I am.
Who I was.
Every day that jagged white scar feeds my anger, keeps me alive in the shell of my mind—where the fire inside me burns with desire for revenge. I will be in control the next time I see him.