Well Kendal and I have been cooking up a new weekly blog featuring the world of YA writing. We’re calling it Wicked Wednesday YA Know, and it goes live tomorrow July 1st! You can check out Kendal’s blog here. We will start with a getting to know you interview blog, then really get down and dirty. And starting in August the first Wednesday of the month will be slated for YA book reviews ~ and yes there may be spoilers! So check us out, link up, sit back and watch the pep rally begin.
I just stumbled across this amazing new blog from The Intern. Her stuff is funnier than Ryan Reynolds on Myspace, and that was damn funny. She writes like your reading The Devil Wears Prade for the publishing world! And she has helpful insights for the aspiring, the idiot and whatnot. Check the blog out here, HIGHLY RECOMMENDED – I even added it to my blog list. That’s all.
Up until recently, I’ve always considered myself a pantster. (If you’re clueless to the terms a plotster is an author who meticulously plots each aspect of their novel while a pantster just writes, letting the story flow as it comes to them) I felt like I could just let the muse direct the story through me onto the paper. Wow, I was wrong. I realized that some kind of plotting or outlining is needed. Otherwise, you find yourself banging your head when the story plots repeat or the direction gets lost in the prose. I found out the hard way. I’m in the middle of editing my YA story Broken, and after issues with writing a synopsis, character motivation and too much of this going on, and too much nonessential scenes – I realized my faux pas. I’m going to have to plot this puppy. So I bought foam board, and thank goodness Staples had a monster pack of Sticky notes and Sharpies on sale. And I did what I should have early on – I plotted Broken. And do you know what I found? I could see the whole picture and see where I could tighten scenes that weren’t flowing. I could move a scene and see how it made the rest flow stronger. And I came up with a better opening!!!!
So what do you? I know this question has been asked before. But if you plot and outline, what methods and techniques do you use? Or if you like to fly by the seat of your pants, how do you keep it all organized?
Excerpt Monday is the fabulous brain child of Mel and Bria. To catch all the action, zip over to their site and check out other authors’ posts. You can get there by going HERE. And stay tuned…at the end of this excerpt is a list of everyone participating.
Just a little warning - while the characters are in high school, they do use foul language. So, Ye Be Warned!
My eyes flicker forward as I raise my arm. My iPod slips undetected from my hand into my backpack. I flip open my textbook, refusing to acknowledge the snickers that accompany my name. I’ve come to expect it. Heaven is a torturous joke because in reality I’m so far from it.
Mr. Roberts teaches first period Ecology. As the only senior in the class, I sit in the back row. The freshmen are curious. I’m annoyed because I’m not allowed to take chemistry, like the rest of my senior classmates.
Last year’s little explosion in the chemistry lab had no less than three of Chattanooga’s full size fire engines screeching across Baylor’s campus. My father donated a healthy portion of my trust fund to pay for the damages and keep me in school until the end of the spring semester. All with the promise my parents would enroll me elsewhere my final year. Baylor was fun. Probably one of the few boarding schools I enjoyed. I found it easy to latch onto a bunch of earthy, hippie type kids with too much money…little parental supervision, and extremely creative ideas… Meth lab on campus my ass. Someone had the bright idea to experiment with the color spectrum of various chemicals – to see what burned what color. The freaky Campbell kid tweaked and started mixing liquids of every sort, even the dangerous ones. Poor guy lost his eyebrows, and he was lucky.
So, I’m stuck in Ecology with a bunch of freshmen. They take turns whipping their heads around to stare at me. Thank God, it’s a small class.
Roberts continues to call roll, and I doodle on my notebook. I glance at the clock, counting the minutes till this class is over. Not that my day gets any better. European History is followed by Advanced French. Lunch period for the entire school is from noon to one, after that I have my elective – Acting class – then study hall, and last is Senior English.
Ah… the dreaded cafeteria of a boarding institution; a cesspool of cliques, loners, faculty and misfits swirl into one grey glob as they scrutinize each other as they pass. I figure if I keep my head low that will be a deterrent. I can’t be much of a curiosity to them. After all, this is a delinquent depository and new students pop up all the time. I take my tray of mystery casserole that slowly seeps into my corn tinged Jell-o and search for closest empty spot I can find. Thank God that my milk’s in a sealed carton.
Deep, rich mahogany tables fill the matching dark paneled dining hall. The sunlight is the brightest thing that penetrates the room. It pours in through long casement windows that arch to a point near the ceiling. I feel like I’m in church.
To my dismay, my first goal to avoid contact upends – like a tray of food during a school fight – a minute after my uniformed butt hits the wooden seat.
“Nice shoes.” A brunette slides her tray across from mine, and scoots her chair closer. I look up to find her studying me with curious brown eyes.
“Jillian Carothers. What are you in for?”
I stifle a groan. I prefer to keep my past to myself.
“This and that.”
“Right.” She opens her milk carton, and shoves a straw in it. “So, what’s your name?”
Picking up my fork, I focus on pushing around the questionable yellow-green glob. I avoid her gaze, hating to watch people react to my name.
I hear her choke on her milk, a cross between a snort and a cough. Good, I hope the milk went up her nose.
“Heaven? What kind of name is that? I mean, it’s pretty and unique.”
Check out these other authors’ excerpts. Check the ratings some are rated extra steamy, and have mature content. Happy reading!!!
Joining us this week:
Christina DeLorenzo, YA (PG 13)
Bryn Donovan, Paranormal (PG)
MG Braden, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Cynthia Justlin, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Kaige, Historical Romance (PG 13)
Adelle Laundan, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG 13)
RF Long, Paranormal (PG 13)
Crista McHugh, Paranormal (PG 13)
Dara Sorensen, Paranormal (PG)
Evie Byrne, Historical Romance (R)
Grace Draven, Fantasy Romance (R)
Aithne Jarretta, Paranormal (R)
Inez Kelley, Contemporary Romantic Comedy (R)
Aislinn Kerry, Paranormal (R)
Kim Knox, Erotic- Sci-fi Suspense (R)
Cherrie Lynn, Erotic- Contemporary Romance (R)
Alina Morgan, Urban Fantasy (R)
First let me say, please vote for me!!!Dorchester Publishers has an interesting contest, and I decided to participate. The premise : submit a novel (about 20 chapters) between June 1 and Novemeber 1 as a serial. This means everyday or so you upload three or four pages of your novel with the intention of gathering a following, kind of like Twitter meets Charles Dickens. The idea was derived from the old serials that Charles Dickens wrote, did you know that A Tale of Two Cities was published over months in serial form, along with many other stories by Dickens.
So I thought, why not. I decided to use Broken and submit the first chapter, the prologue, that has recieved mixed reviews. Check it out HERE. Or jump over to www.textnovel.com and play along yourself, or read some other great novels in the making. You do have to register, but it’s free to join and free to add your own novel. Oh, did I mention that the story with the most followers wins a publishing contract with Dorchester and a $2000 advance!
That’s right, it’s almost Excerpt Monday again. I’m so excited, since this will be my second month to participate. If you want to catch up on previous posts, just jump over to Mel and Bria’s site, here. Happy reading.
I decided to dedicate a seperate page for up-coming releases, of my fellow writers. You can check out the blurbs here. Or just click on the page called Showin’ Love. And check back there frequently as I add more pimpage!