Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Happy Birthday!

Four years ago today, I woke up on a bus, unable to sleep. I was chaperoning a field trip of fifth graders to Washington DC, and the kid behind me wouldn't stop kicking my seat in his sleep, robbing me of mine. So I whipped out my new iPad, fired up the pages app, with the decision that I should right something for my then-unborn child.
I sat and thought about what kind of story I would like to read to my future kid. I thought about what kind of role model I would want my daughter to have. (Sorry, Teddy, thought you were a girl at the time.) And I decided that I wanted a little girl with a big imagination who would challenge everything. And she needed something to struggle against. A city with no imagination, a city that was dull and grey, a city stuck in its ways where new ideas were frowned upon.

So I thought of a name. Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn... Gray. Like the City itself. And a title. The Marvelous Adventures of. And I tapped out those words most appropriate to a story about stories: Once upon a time, there was a girl.

The rest of that field trip, I kept writing. Every chance I had. And when we got back to Indiana, I didn't stop. Over the next week I wrote a chapter, mostly in the early morning or on my break or at lunch. The next week I wrote another, writing during meetings and trainings. My close friends rolled their eyes when I tolled them I was writing a book. They knew me well enough to spot another hobby, another thing to dabble in that I'd get bored with and walk away from in six months. 

And four years, countless drafts, three countries, numerous conferences, hundreds of tweets, thousands of words, and one blog later, here we are. On the cusp.

I've learned so much over the past four years. About writing, plot structure, marketing, the industry. About character and theme and voice. About grit and effort and rejection and waking up way too early. And about myself. I never thought of myself as I writer before now, but my mom always told me that I could be, if I worked at it. So I worked at it. She didn't live long enough to see the finished product, but I know she's proud. So is my wonderful wife and the rest of my family and friends who supported me and listened to me ramble about ideas and read pages and gave feedback. And the more they read, the more those early doubts of theirs drifted away. 

And when I start to doubt myself, when the road is rough and hard and it's too dark to see what lies ahead, I look back at those first pages I tapped out on a bus at 2 A.M somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania, and I remember a girl with an imagination so big it won't stay inside her head. And I put one foot in front of the other, one word after the next, and I keep on going.

Monday, December 14, 2015

EERIE Release Party!

Hey imaginauts! My good friend C.M.McCoy is all set to release her new book EERIE! IT looks awesome, and I Can't wait to get my hands on it. There are a TON of giveaways going on with this release, so check below, and find it on facebook!

Book TitleEERIE
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Length: 430 pages
Cover: Coming soon
Link to Amazon/Goodreads: Also coming soon :-)
Release Date: 15 Dec 2015
Available ARC formats: Paperback, PDF, and .mobi
Being a ParaScience freshman is a nightmare come true 

Hailey’s dreams have always been, well...vivid. As in monsters from her nightmares follow her into her waking life vivid. When her big sister goes missing, eighteen-year-old Hailey finds the only thing keeping her safe from a murderous 3,000-year old beast is an equally terrifying creature who has fallen “madly” in love with her. Competing to win her affection, the Dream Creature, Asher, lures her to the one place that offers safety—a ParaScience university in Alaska he calls home. There, she studies the science of the supernatural and must learn to live with a roommate from Hell, survive a tunneling earworm, extract a carnivorous splinter, evade the campus poltergeists, and hope the only creature who can save her from an evil immortal doesn’t decide to kill her himself.

Watch the awesome book trailer:

 Early praise for EERIE:
“5 stars! I felt there was a mash-up between Hogwarts, Xavier Institute for Exceptional Youngsters, and Beauty and the Beast, AND I LOVED IT! The creatures, the classes, the college, the Middle of Nowhere! How awesome!”
 - Truth About Books by A. Fae on EERIE

“I would definitely buy this series. I really loved these characters. It read very quickly, and the Alaska jokes really got me giggling.
 - Confessions of a Book Whore and The Chiq Blog Jamie S. on EERIE

EERIE is Harry Potter meets Twilight meets the Bible with a little bit of the abusive/controlling 50 Shades male mixed in. This is a really fast-paced, exciting novel. There is plenty of drama, romance, mystical beings and mystery to keep you flipping the pages and promising yourself "just one more chapter" before bed. And then before you know it, ten o'clock turns into two in the morning...again.”
 - Amanda's Own Little Corner Book Reviews

About C.M. McCoy:   C.M. McCoy is an Irish dancer and former Air Force officer living in the Great White North. Though B.S.'d in Chemical Engineering and German, she’s far happier writing stories involving Alaska and a body bag (with an awkward kiss in the mix.) While working emergency dispatch for Alaska State Troopers , she learned to speak in 10-codes, which she still does...but only to annoy her family.

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Here's a sample:
Nowhere to Hide
“Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson 
Hailey plunked her head on the desk and groaned. Why, why…why couldn’t she just tell Asher that she wanted out, that she was afraid—afraid of the others, afraid of dying, and even afraid of…of him. After all, he was planning to kill her. Only temporarily, but still.
She couldn’t believe she was even considering it, but she had no choice. If Asher didn’t kill her, one of the others would.
And Asher protected her. He cared about her. He loved her, right? Asher—an emotionless creature. Hailey wasn’t sure if he was even capable of love.
Oh, this made absolutely no sense. Kill her to save her? Was that love?
Freshman year at her dream college was turning into nightmare, and as she rolled her forehead on the desk, the library’s impossibly large ceiling clock echoed a thump with her heart. She simply had to pull on her big girl pants and tell Asher she was done.
That’s all.
She squeezed her eyes shut as a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach.
Lately, she felt an awful lot like Jekyll and Hyde: logical, rational ParaScience student by day—emotional monstrosity at night. Come to think of it, this was more like The Phantom of the Opera, and she was the na├»ve student who didn’t realize the secret and strange angel she’d come to know was actually a homicidal maniac…
“I’m not a maniac.”
Hailey jumped up. She didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Asher slid behind her, putting his lips next to her ear. “But I suppose I am homicidal,” he whispered, his breath on her skin sending goose bumps down her arms and legs.
She leaned into him and sighed.
So much for steadfast resolve.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer.
 “How did you know I was here?” she whispered.
“You were dreaming, Hailey,” he murmured. “I’ll always find you when you’re dreaming.”
Thank you for considering! 

Also, C.M. McCoy is hosting a FB release party with a dozen best-selling and award-winning authors swinging by to host throughout the day. She's got epic prizes up for grabs including a phone call from an astronaut, an Alaska glacier flight-seeing tour, a Kindle, eBooks galore, $100 gift cards, and even a Coach purse. Hope to see you there:

Sunday, August 30, 2015

The 7/7/7 Challenge

Hello imaginauts! Sorry for my absence: real-world work and grad school have kept me away. But I've been tagged in the 7/7/7 challenge by Sara Letourneau, and I'm here to accept!

The rules of the 7/7/7 Challenge are super-simple:
  1. Go to page 7 of your WIP.
  2. Scroll down to Line 7.
  3. Share the next 7 sentences in a blog post.
  4. After the excerpt, tag 7 other writers to continue the challenge.
So here it is!

"Every child in The City was required to attend, from the wealthy students in the nearby Central City, to the poorer ones who had to travel an hour by mono from The Outskirts. Gwendolyn lived in Mid-Town, close enough to walk, but only just.Hundreds of other children swarmed around her, jostling her as she stood unmoving against the morning tide. Each of them wore The School’s uniform: grey skirt or slacks, charcoal jacket, and a pair of shiny black shoes that clicked with each step. Gwendolyn hated those shoes. No matter how many pairs her mother made her try on, they never seemed to fit right, and always pinched her toes. With a long sigh, she surrendered herself to the current."

Hmmm. Time to tag some other suckers. I mean, treasured writing companions.
I challenge:
Have fun!

Thursday, August 13, 2015

FEARLESS, by Elliott James

Hey guys! I'm super excited to introduce you to FEARLESS by Elliot James. This is a great new book, part of a great series, but it stands well on its own. Go give it a try! Scroll to the bottom for an amazon gift card giveaway!

Fearless (Pax Arcana, #3)Fearless (a stand-alone novel and #3 in the Pax Arcana series)
by Elliott James

Release Date:  08/11/15
Publisher: Orbit
When your last name is Charming, rescuing virgins comes with the territory -- even when the virgin in question is a nineteen-year-old college boy.
Someone, somewhere, has declared war on Kevin Kichida, and that someone has a long list of magical predators on their rolodex. The good news is that Kevin lives in a town where Ted Cahill is the new sheriff and old ally of John Charming.
The attacks on Kevin seem to be a pattern, and the more John and his new team follow that thread, the deeper they find themselves in a maze of supernatural threats, family secrets, and age-old betrayals. The more John learns, the more convinced he becomes that Kevin Kichida isn't just a victim, he's a sacrifice waiting to happen. And that thread John's following? It's really a fuse...
FEARLESS is the third novel in an urban fantasy series which gives a new twist to the Prince Charming tale. The first two novels are Charming & Daring.
About Elliott James:   An army brat and gypsy scholar, ELLIOTT JAMES is currently living in the Blue Ridge mountains of southwest Virginia. He’s been an avid reader since the age of three (or that's what his family swears anyhow), and he has an abiding interest in mythology, martial arts, live music, hiking, and used bookstores.
Praise for Pax Arcana books:
"The Pax Arcana books are seriously good reads. Action, humor, and heart with unexpected twists and turns. If you are (like me) waiting for the next Butcher or Hearne -- pick up Elliot James. Then you can bite your nails waiting for the next James, too."—Patricia Briggs, New York Times #1 bestselling author of the Mercy Thompson series

"Loved it! Charming is a giant gift basket of mythology and lore delivered by a brilliant new voice in urban fantasy. Elliott James tells stories that are action-packed, often amusing, and always entertaining."—Kevin Hearne, author of Hounded on Charming

"I loved this book from start to finish. Exciting and innovative, Charming is a great introduction to a world I look forward to spending a lot more time in."—New York Times bestselling author Seanan McGuire on Charming

"James's world is rich and complex and well worth diving into."—Richard Kadrey on Charming

"In a saturated literary realm, James's tale stands out for the gritty, believable world he builds...This is masculine urban fantasy in the vein of Jim Butcher and Mark del Franco."—Booklist on Charming

Saturday, August 8, 2015

New York Writer's Digest Conference Recap

Ah, New York City. Bustling metropolis and home to the Writer's Digest Conference 2015, the third stop on my world-travelling Lilly Grant tour. 

I arrived on Friday morning and hopped an express bus from Newark Airport to Grand Central. On the way, I struck up a fascinating conversation with a woman from Israel, and made a new friend. She just happened to be reading this:

The Lightning Thief, in Hebrew. Printed from right to left.
I made a new friend, and she walked away with a few chapters of my book to read on her connecting flight. Then it was on to the Roosevelt Hotel for the conference!

Oooooooooo, so excited. Day one keynote was Chuck Sambuchino and his keynote on how to write an effective query letter, followed by some furious revisions on the pitch for Gwendolyn Gray. NEED MORE CHARACTER DEVLEOPMENT. What does she want? What stands in her way of getting it? I thought I had mastered desire+obstacle=story from Lou Berney at the IU Writer's Conference, but I hadn't yet worked it into my pitch. 

Other worrying advice? Your first book MUST stand alone. Even if it starts a series. No cliffhangers, just stick to the three act structure, you have to give your reader a complete story. Alarm bells start going off in my head: currently, Gwendolyn ends with some resolution, but also a giant cliffhanger. 

Cue the FIVE STAGES OF WRITER'S GRIEF: stage one, DENIAL. Don't worry. My ending's fine. It works! It's compelling and interesting, a new twist on the three act structure. She LOSES the climax! How cool is that? Plus, if they get to the end and want more, isn't that a GOOD thing? I AM THE GEORGE R.R. MARTIN OF MIDDLE GRADE FICTION, DANG IT.

Stayed in the grand ballroom for an amazing session with agent Paula Munier on how to pitch and sell your novel. "A stand alone book with series potential." Internal conflict rising, I move to ANGER. Who are these people to tell me how to write my book? I don't need to change a flipping thing. I'll hook them with a great pitch, and my ending will wow them.

Next, off to Gabriela Pereira from DIYMFA for a great presentation on the seven steps to a better middle grade novel. More talk about that stand alone first ending. Fantastic tips on archetypes and decision points.

Another panel with Paula Munier on plot structure, from her new book Plot Perfect. This lady knows what she's talking about. Every book needs a USP, a unique selling proposition that sets it apart from all the others. It needs a strong one-line hook to sell it. We go over the salient points of solid plot structure, and again, we get to that pesky ending business. I make another writing friend at least, and I move solidly into the BARGAINING phase.

I pluck up the courage to ask Paula, "What if you have a strong three-act structure with a resolution, but your character LOSES the climax? How many plot threads can you leave dangling?" I don't have to change it that much, right?  "Why would you do that to your reader?" D'oh. And she's right. Downshift hard into DEPRESSION.

So far, day one has been an emotional roller coaster. I'm wiped. I skip the opening keynote with Jonathan Mayberry, which I know COMPLETELY regret, but I get a nice trip over to 30 Rock instead. 

Did you know there's a LEGO STORE at 30 Rock?

Lego 30 Rock
Lego Brent
Ah. Soothing. Just what I needed. A little minifig-narcissism. Back to the hotel, where I meet some AMAZING new writers, and we all head off for Turkish food together. I remember I had a large pile of meat.

Included are Anel, Linda, and Laura, my new buds
Back to my hotel room, where the black dog pounced HARD. Nothing like the crippling depression and insecurity of a writer who thinks their stuff isn't good enough. Also kicking myself for going to bed at 8:30 my first night in NEW YORK CITY, but I'm suuuuuuper tired, so who cares.

Saturday-wake up feeling FANTASTIC. So what if my ending doesn't work? Today I'm pitching to AGENTS. My pitch is GOOD. I am SOLID under pressure. Charisma and salesmanship? Check. Compelling pitch? Check. Extensive research to get the most out of the session? Check and check. Lie through my teeth about the ending? Also check. And Dunkin Donuts across the street has OREO CHEESECAKE DONUTS so, yeah, lets do this. A morning pitch practice with new friend Sara has me psyched.

But first, it's time to get some more schooling on my query letter from the fantastic Janet Reid of QueryShark. Again, emphasis on character, desire, worldbuilding. Strengthen my pitch some more and start memorizing. She gives tips on putting your genre and word count AFTER the meat of the query, to avoid any auto-rejections until after you've hooked them in.

The next few sessions sort of fly by, as I'm focused on my pitch time at 1:00. I get some pitch help from Ralph and Joseph, awesome writer guys. I LOVE this conference! Socializing and making friends seems effortless. Common interests, right?

And then... IT'S TIME. I grab some NY pizza from 2 Bros, down the street, and get in line an hour early, my two slices of pepporoni drawing dirty looks from jealous writers. Yeah, I thought ahead. Even have my orange crush, for CRUSHING it. Practicing my pitch and listening to the Guardians of the Galaxy Awesome Mix Vol. 1 for inspiration and hoping I don't sweat pure pizza grease all over the agents.

The doors open. The ballroom is ringed by tables of agents. I know their names, I know what they represent, and I head right to my first choice. I sit down, and PITCH MY FACE OFF. For the next hour, its a frantic dash from one side of the room to another, doing desperate calculations comparing the length of an agents line, their ranking on my wish list, and the dangers of losing my current spot. It was MADNESS. 

At one point, I ended up in line with Abigail Lambert, and we chat about our middle grade books. She was fantastic, and we hung out several times over the next couple of days.

I won't go into specifics or drop names, but every agent I pitched wanted to see more pages. BRAINGASM! (Two editors said no, that it wasn't right for their list right now, but pitching an editor directly is a moonshot anyway.)

I swagger out of that ballroom like a GOD, with precious business cards clutched in my sweaty pizza-scented fist like a handful of golden tickets. I take exactly three steps, and the crushing reality of my troublesome ending smacks me in the face for my overconfidence. The surrounding writer's could probably HEAR my shoulder's slump.

I trudge my way up to my next session, something about revising, which just twists the knife further. Ugh. I DON'T WANNA PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME.

But then... Eureka! The next panel is Staying Sane While Writing  with Nathan Bransford, agent and fellow middle-grade author. Oh, his words sooth like a Listerine breath strip. Hearing him talk about his experiences freaking out about writing, and hearing how far an agent will go to help revise a story or idea they believe in (even going so far as to rewrite the entire book from scratch) moves me from depression and insecurity into stage five, ACCEPTANCE. The dam bursts, and the thoughts come roaring forth. This is my favorite part of writing. Before Nathan's done talking, I have an entire page crammed with ideas on how to fix my ending, ideas which will also vastly improve my second book. I thank Nathan profusely afterward, and head off to the rest of the conference, which I now enjoy with a light-headed euphoria after being released from my emotional chains.

What a perfect moment for an inspirational and emotional keynote by Jacqueline Woodson, author of Brown Girl Dreaming.

It looks like I'm wearing a Yamulke.
The coktail reception that night was a BLAST. I talked to several agents I had pitched before the conference, and got some amazing advice from Paula. She warned me not to pitch my agents from the pitch slam right away (which was good, because at the point I was so PUMPED I was going to go email them from my hotel room that night.) If you pitch right away, she warned, it looks like you didn't learn anything at the conference, or weren't paying attention. It seems like you think you have nothing to fix or polish, which just seems cocky. Wait, fix, polish, and submit. 

The cocktail reception ended, and the night evolved. Chuck Sambuchino (editor of Writer's Digest) sits at the hotel piano and starts running through his IMPRESSIVE repertoire of party sing-alongs, in which I gleefully participated. Sweet Caroline is my karaoke jam. 
Ve and Chuck wail away.

Afterwards, I had a blast hanging out with new friends Ve, Jason, and Deb. Ve and I had traded pitches earlier that day, and we had fun pitching each other's book to Jason and Deb based solely on what we could remember after several... hours of fun. Interesting hearing your book summed up from someone else, to see if your pitch gets the main idea across accurately. 

It was late. I was on cloud nine. So I took a trip to the center of the universe: Times Square.

Yes, it really does feel like the center of the universe.
 Quick stop at the Disney store to buy Teddy some souvenirs. 
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The Disney Store on times square is packed with children all the way til 1 AM. Crazy town. 

Just when I thought my night was over, BAM! Third wind. I end up on the rooftop of the Roosevelt hotel, sharing refreshments with the amazing people over at Writer's Unboxed.  Late night, rooftop club, New York City, talking with acclaimed professionals? For once in my life, I felt like one of the cool kids.

Going where the action is.
We close the place down. Sometime way past midnight, I'm still too awake! This is the city that never sleeps, after all. So I head down to the hotel bar, and spend the next couple of hours chatting up some amazing new friends. I love the fact that I can sit down next to any random person in a conference badge and have a great time.  Ron Delaney Jr. is who I would like to be in five years. Jueneke is my amazing new critique partner. And I apparently need some business cards, though I guess it doesn't matter because I'll NEVER be able to afford to do this again.
Sleep. Wake up. Shower. The next day passes in a blur of awesome and good feelings. 
Gabby teaches me the 3+2=1 technique of writing, and now I have a solid revision plan for my book: strengthen the two decision points, and rewrite the ending. We go grab Starbucks.
Abigail and I go to a steampunk panel, and I plot how I'll put dieselpunk and atompunk into my sequels. Thanks to Jonathan Mayberry, Steven Harper, Tee Morris and Pip Ballantine! I buy books and get them signed.
The Steampunk Panel. Paula Munier is off to the left.
Abigail and I head down to the grand ballroom and take FEROCIOUS notes from Phil Sexton on the dirty secrets of the publishing industry. Always ask to see the SPINE design. Thank Phil!

Tim Johnston comes on for the final keynote, but I'm too heartbroken that the conference is ending to pay much attention. This has been a magical three days. I'm just a teacher from Indiana who got lucky and scored a grant, but for three days I felt like a WRITER. I felt among equals. I was inspired and blown away, and feel that I might actually have a career on my hands. I'm wrecked, knowing that I'll never make it back here on a teacher's salary. This is truly a once in a lifetime experience, and my summer of adventure is coming to a close.

So of course, when you're feeling a bit melancholy after saying goodbye to your scores of new friends, it helps to take a stroll through one of the greatest cities on the planet for one last look.

The Chrysler Building

Owen the Bear, photobombing again
Midtown Comics? Uh, yeah!
Present for myself at the comic store.
Holy crap! In NYC, UNLIKE London and Paris, there are FREE PUBLIC TOILETS on the street. Go America!

NY Public Library 
Empire State Building

So long New York. Ugh... hello, Jersey.

And that was my summer of adventure. It took me from here...

To here...

and finally, it ended here.

Flatiron Building
So long, Year of Brent.



Hello, new adventures.

And a huge special thanks to Eli Lilly for making it all possible.