Saturday, May 28, 2011

HEARTSTOPPERS - YA/Contemp - 47k

Hey guys! This is my first 250 for Shelley's contest. (Which is here; Thanks for your comments!


It’s not my fault Hailey Demetropolis wants to punch out my teeth.

She doesn’t punch, really; like all pretty girls she prefers the roundhouse, open-hand slap. The one that’s easy to stop, and even easier to counter with my signature face jab. I call it the Nose Job. In Hailey’s case, it'll be her second. Her eyes flare as she pulls a perfectly manicured hand back. I lash out with my knuckles. Her body crumples backward, and the greenery surrounding the eleventh hole streaks red. When her head comes up, her hand is pressed over her torrentially bloody nose as her minions screech.

“You bitch!” A blonde growls.

“Look; unibrow, cameltoe, orange tan,” I point to the three of Hailey’s lackeys, “Do me a favor and put some ice on that for her. And give her the name of your plastic surgeon, okay? He’s obviously much better.”

From behind them I can see the golf course security sprinting towards me, visors bobbing. I take off running down the green.

“Stop!” The security yells. I can barely hear their voices over their panting.

“Too many Doritos, boys?” I dance around a sand trap. Women with cardigans on their shoulders and men with expensive watches all gape as my entourage and I speed towards them.

“Afternoon.” I nod breathlessly as I pass, taking one of their golf bags and throwing it to the ground before trotting into a sprint again. The security swears and maneuvers around the bulky shape.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

When the beat hits you, it hits you real hard.

Silence! So much silence, there is almost too much to say, lovelies!

First of all, thank you so much for your guys' enthusiasm about Heartstoppers! I seriously DID NOT expect people to actually say; oh, this sounds cool! That is amazingly nice of ya'll.

Right now, Heartstoppers is undergoing revisions, which is cool. It's actually becoming a different book, with the skeleton in place. I think I learned from writing this that I work better with a fast-skeleton set down first, and then a month or so of revisions. Does anyone else do this? Am I tres strange?

Secondly, I've been cultivating a great concept. It hit me hard when I was driving! (Which could have been scary, or bad, but I was enraptured but also in control of the wheel, so that's good!) It's super seekrit as of now, but I'm hesitant to call it Dystopian. It's set in a future world, but I'd say it's more of a thriller type of thing, without all the REALLY advanced tech. I'm not sure what to call it. It could be called sci-fi, but I know that lots of agents are scared off by that genre. :( So. Definetly a thriller, though.

Oh, and completely random; Alfredo. I think it's now my signature dish. If any of you have something to celebrate, lemme know and I'll whip you up a plate of cyberfredo.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Crying Buckets is Okay Except not

Long time no talk! I've been busy crying my eyes out while writing. I have no idea why, I'm usually a very unexpressive person, especially when it comes to tears, but this book has wormed its way into my heart and yanked it around.

I finished my 40k contemp today, it focuses on drugs and, well, drugs! I think the blurb I made up explains it better than I could in this emotional state.


"After Cynthia's father dies in a car accident her little brother goes mute, her hotel maid mother is told by God to become a teacher, and Cynthia starts making and selling pills from the stall in her high school's bathroom.

Except the pills are fakes, and they get insanely popular lightning fast. Cynthia is tossed ass first into the whirlwind world that is big league drug dealing, scraping by with the help of a fallen drug lord out for revenge on the current king of the town, Eight Gold Eli. Throw in the fact Cynthia has no idea what to do with so much money, that her crush's dad is a DEA agent bent on busting her, and that Eli won't stop until she's dead or out of business, and you have the recipe for the perfect disaster - or the perfect emotional recovery from the addiction of misery

I don't know why this book got me all emotional. It's very close to my heart in some ways, and I'm very excited to start querying it!

On another note, I've gotten into making vanilla wafers cookies, and they are the best things on the planet! I'll edit the recipe in here later. <3