So, I 've been carousing the blogs, checking out all the pitch contest and having a blast I might add. I have thoroughly enjoyed meeting new authors and immersing myself in my craft. I have gained a wealth of information and learned a few lessons in the process.
Unfortunately all this fun has wreaked havoc on my word count. I haven't actually written anything on my current WIP but all has not been a waste. I have outline and mapped out a short story that I will turn into a novel for nanawrimo (which I am ubber excited about). So I have been busy just not working on my novel.
Don't get me wrong, it has not been from a lack of trying. I don't know if it's because I am so excited about my new ms or I'm too engaged in all the blog hops.
All the distractions only added to my issues on my current wip, which thanks to an awesome CP Stacey I think I have finally hashed out my issues (or blog hopping...just kidding) and am all to excited to kick my writing into high gear.
So I said all that to say, although I have been having mountains of fun with all the great contest happening ( did I say I haven't been able to participate, because my book is just a wip, but I was able to host and critique you know the other meat and potatoes). I am going on contest hiatus to try and finish my wip and gear up for nano. After Get Your Pitch On is over I will go from blog hopper to blog wall flower.
Has any of you participated in any contest? Will you be doing nanawrimo? If so let's be buddies
Thanks for stopping by and listening to my rantings... as always don't be a strange
Showing posts with label #Gutgaa. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
So... I was tagged!!
I was tagged by the fabulous Heather Bryant stop by and show her some love if you haven't already.
Thank you Heather this is a lot of FUN,i needed a break:)
What is the working title of your book?
That a good Question.. no really right now it's Sapphire's Dawn
Where did the idea come from for the book?
I really can't remember I know that I created the people from my fantasy world first I knew what they were and what their purpose was. Funny thing is that who they are is the reason I haven't completed my MS.
What genre does your book fall under?
YA Fantasy I think during #GUTGAA I was classified under horror, goth, and epic I think. You can get the just of it from these:0
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
I only had one actress in mind for my MC and I never really thought of famous people for my supporting cast:) however I always find myself relating them to real life people I run across
The role of Zara Sapphire Stillos , I would love to have the beautiful Zoe Saldana
What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?
Twin cousins share more in common then looks,` when one is astral projected into another world only to find she is not a stranger there.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agent?
Without a doubt represented by an agent, but I believe in my story so maybe I will do a Marissa Myers and self publish sell a ton and have agents search for me:)
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I am 2 years in and still not completed:(
What else about your book might pique the reader's interest?
There are a lot of twist and turns, as soon as your stomach settles another nerve racking adventure ensues. There are also a few surprises
Who will I tag ..hmm
TAG! You're it!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
*revise* Excerpt Sapphire's Dawn
After some very good advise I made a few changes to my prologue, if you have the time please take a moment to critique. Thank you Stacey and Jess!! thanks #GUTGAA-ANS
Prologue
“Where did she come from?”
“I don't know the young ones found her near the forbidden waters she's not a familiar so they brought her here while she is still unconscious. She has no light doctor, that's impossible right?”
My chest rise and fall uncontrollably. I stretch my eyes wide trying to control my breathing hoping to see past the darkness surrounding me. Who are these voices? Frozen, the need to thrash about and yell consumes me, the fear is relentless it grips my throat holding back sound.
“No. It's not entirely impossible to not have a light.”
Startled at the sound of this voice an older male the one the high shrieked voice calls doctor. The high shriek voice is harder to decipher whether it’s male or female, the pubescent tone was familiar like so many sophomores yelling down the halls on their first day of high school. Zara, are you okay can you hear me?” Mrs. Kensington? I want to answer but at what risk? OMG, I’m dreaming in class again!
“What are you going to do with her doc?” the younger voice interrupts my thoughts of horror. As if being the don't touch or talk to me because I am not interested in joining your clubs or cliques girl isn't enough, I have to also be the freak that falls asleep in class. Kill me now because it will take weeks for this to blow over. The last time this happened I didn’t return to school for a week the taunts were unbearable. After a week people were more worried about me having committed suicide or something more morbid then that.
“How is it possible for one of us not to have a light doc?”
“Please, get the elders, tell them there is a hybrid in our mist they will know what to do.”
“A hybrid? But I thought they didn’t exist, the mere mention is what caused the last uprising” the voice is higher if at all possible. The pounding of his footsteps abuse the hard floor as he run hastily from the room. Hybrid...huh. Focus Zara, must wake up.
Click clack all at once the thumping of several sets of approaching feet invades my ears. More voices three or four riddle with fear in the distance. I could still hear the doctor and the high pitched voice Vincent someone calls him. A boy go figure. My breathing instinctively labors as the thudding feet get louder the closer the get to me.
“Impossible. How did she get here?” A much older male voice shouts.
“We don't know Elder Sythe, but with no light the question ‘here’ becomes in our world.”
“We must get rid of her before the others knows she is here.” Elder Sythe demands.
The doctor interject saying, “I think we should see what we can learn from it. Open it up see why it doesn’t have a light. Maybe we can learn where it came from.”
“Nonsense doctor, we don’t need the threat of another uprising, we wont survive it. The other elders and I will convene and once we make the decision to destroy, It will be done at nightfall.”
“So is she a hybrid?” Vincent’s says with panic in his voice, I could hear my heart thud behind my ears.
Get rid of me!?
“What if the others elders agree with me?” the doctor asserts.
“They wont I can assure you that,” I could tell Elder Sythe is in control.
“Elder Sythe it’s the same one from before.” The doctor voice is a nervous whisper.
“What!” Elder Sythe roared. How is this possible you said you destroyed it.”
“I did, destroy it just as you instructed immediately.”
Destroyed! Uncontrollable trembles erupt from my body.
“If you destroyed it, why is it lying on this table? How is she back?” Another voice asks.
Give me the chance to learn these answers you seek. Allow me two days to perform test and experiments,” the doctor pleading to decimate my body.
“Absolutely not! Destroy it” Elder Sythe says forceful he is no longer asking.
“Ask yourself
Elder Sythe, is the portal open, how did this creature survive the trip to our world, and she’s alive living breathing in our atmosphere. Can you explain that? If she is not an Empyrean and she is surely not the girl from last time, then the only thing that explains here being here, is that she has to be a hybrid.” A collective gasp fills the room.
“There are no such beings as hybrids and we all thank you to not spread rumors. Are you trying to cause another uprising? Our kind can not mate with human it is not possible those are just old fables told to the young ones to keep them from trouble. You are much to wise to believe such tales.”
“Well then how do you explain this human girl with no light in our world?” Anger infuses the doctors shout.
Why can't I wake up?
“I will tell you this in all my five centuries I have never seen or heard of a sighting of hybrid. This fact is not because we don’t believe in them, but because they can not and do not exist. To end this fruitless debate, I vote now that we destroy this being immediately it is already beginning to taint your views”
“Not without the other elders,” the doctors voice trembles
No one answers him, all the voices in the room each vote yes to destroy me at once. The fact that this is just a dream gives little comfort as a jolt of fear rattles my bones. A slight breeze on my face as my body is whisked away. Rumbling and whistling wheels roll faster taking me to my destruction, my heart pounding to its rhythm. The temperature went from cool to bolstering hot. Beads of sweat fall from my face faster then they form. Sweat trickling down my back and legs. The heat is stifling; my lungs ache while searching for air. My skin withers, like burnt ashes. Sounds of crackling and popping fill the space like a camp fire, oh god. I let out a scream once I realize what is happening. There was no pain, just the feeling of suffocating. Is this what it’s like to be on fire? The thought evokes blood curdling scream to form in my throat that never leave my lips. Darkness, quiet, I’m alone. I felt something cold on my forehead, I hear my name.
“Zara, wake up come back to us.” Mom! Mom! I can’t breathe so the sound suffocates. Something cool brushes my face, weak I drudge up another attempt to find air with every ounce of strength left. I inhale coughing after filling my lungs; I exhale a ferrous scream... “MOM!”
I’m back.
Prologue
“Where did she come from?”
“I don't know the young ones found her near the forbidden waters she's not a familiar so they brought her here while she is still unconscious. She has no light doctor, that's impossible right?”
My chest rise and fall uncontrollably. I stretch my eyes wide trying to control my breathing hoping to see past the darkness surrounding me. Who are these voices? Frozen, the need to thrash about and yell consumes me, the fear is relentless it grips my throat holding back sound.
“No. It's not entirely impossible to not have a light.”
Startled at the sound of this voice an older male the one the high shrieked voice calls doctor. The high shriek voice is harder to decipher whether it’s male or female, the pubescent tone was familiar like so many sophomores yelling down the halls on their first day of high school. Zara, are you okay can you hear me?” Mrs. Kensington? I want to answer but at what risk? OMG, I’m dreaming in class again!
“What are you going to do with her doc?” the younger voice interrupts my thoughts of horror. As if being the don't touch or talk to me because I am not interested in joining your clubs or cliques girl isn't enough, I have to also be the freak that falls asleep in class. Kill me now because it will take weeks for this to blow over. The last time this happened I didn’t return to school for a week the taunts were unbearable. After a week people were more worried about me having committed suicide or something more morbid then that.
“How is it possible for one of us not to have a light doc?”
“Please, get the elders, tell them there is a hybrid in our mist they will know what to do.”
“A hybrid? But I thought they didn’t exist, the mere mention is what caused the last uprising” the voice is higher if at all possible. The pounding of his footsteps abuse the hard floor as he run hastily from the room. Hybrid...huh. Focus Zara, must wake up.
Click clack all at once the thumping of several sets of approaching feet invades my ears. More voices three or four riddle with fear in the distance. I could still hear the doctor and the high pitched voice Vincent someone calls him. A boy go figure. My breathing instinctively labors as the thudding feet get louder the closer the get to me.
“Impossible. How did she get here?” A much older male voice shouts.
“We don't know Elder Sythe, but with no light the question ‘here’ becomes in our world.”
“We must get rid of her before the others knows she is here.” Elder Sythe demands.
The doctor interject saying, “I think we should see what we can learn from it. Open it up see why it doesn’t have a light. Maybe we can learn where it came from.”
“Nonsense doctor, we don’t need the threat of another uprising, we wont survive it. The other elders and I will convene and once we make the decision to destroy, It will be done at nightfall.”
“So is she a hybrid?” Vincent’s says with panic in his voice, I could hear my heart thud behind my ears.
Get rid of me!?
“What if the others elders agree with me?” the doctor asserts.
“They wont I can assure you that,” I could tell Elder Sythe is in control.
“Elder Sythe it’s the same one from before.” The doctor voice is a nervous whisper.
“What!” Elder Sythe roared. How is this possible you said you destroyed it.”
“I did, destroy it just as you instructed immediately.”
Destroyed! Uncontrollable trembles erupt from my body.
“If you destroyed it, why is it lying on this table? How is she back?” Another voice asks.
Give me the chance to learn these answers you seek. Allow me two days to perform test and experiments,” the doctor pleading to decimate my body.
“Absolutely not! Destroy it” Elder Sythe says forceful he is no longer asking.
“Ask yourself
Elder Sythe, is the portal open, how did this creature survive the trip to our world, and she’s alive living breathing in our atmosphere. Can you explain that? If she is not an Empyrean and she is surely not the girl from last time, then the only thing that explains here being here, is that she has to be a hybrid.” A collective gasp fills the room.
“There are no such beings as hybrids and we all thank you to not spread rumors. Are you trying to cause another uprising? Our kind can not mate with human it is not possible those are just old fables told to the young ones to keep them from trouble. You are much to wise to believe such tales.”
“Well then how do you explain this human girl with no light in our world?” Anger infuses the doctors shout.
Why can't I wake up?
“I will tell you this in all my five centuries I have never seen or heard of a sighting of hybrid. This fact is not because we don’t believe in them, but because they can not and do not exist. To end this fruitless debate, I vote now that we destroy this being immediately it is already beginning to taint your views”
“Not without the other elders,” the doctors voice trembles
No one answers him, all the voices in the room each vote yes to destroy me at once. The fact that this is just a dream gives little comfort as a jolt of fear rattles my bones. A slight breeze on my face as my body is whisked away. Rumbling and whistling wheels roll faster taking me to my destruction, my heart pounding to its rhythm. The temperature went from cool to bolstering hot. Beads of sweat fall from my face faster then they form. Sweat trickling down my back and legs. The heat is stifling; my lungs ache while searching for air. My skin withers, like burnt ashes. Sounds of crackling and popping fill the space like a camp fire, oh god. I let out a scream once I realize what is happening. There was no pain, just the feeling of suffocating. Is this what it’s like to be on fire? The thought evokes blood curdling scream to form in my throat that never leave my lips. Darkness, quiet, I’m alone. I felt something cold on my forehead, I hear my name.
“Zara, wake up come back to us.” Mom! Mom! I can’t breathe so the sound suffocates. Something cool brushes my face, weak I drudge up another attempt to find air with every ounce of strength left. I inhale coughing after filling my lungs; I exhale a ferrous scream... “MOM!”
I’m back.
50 page Critique by RuthAnne! #gutgaa
#GUTGAA 50 PAGE GIVE-A-WAY!!!!!!!!!!
YES! I Said GIVE-A-WAY
As a part of this awesome blogfest hosted by Deana, there is a contest for a 50 page critique from the amazing RuthAnne. So hop on over to her blog for more details. You don't want to miss out on this ...heck you can't miss out on this.
OH YEAH, THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!!!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Critique Partners and Groups #GUTGAA!!
MAKE THE CONNECTION
I am so happy that I found about gutgaa, it has given me the chance to meet new authors and find other blogs with a host of information. It has also encouraged me to stay the course. Although I am not finish with my MS I am working even harder to complete it.
Which brings me today's post, I need a critique partner or a group. If you know of other searching or are searching your self, I would really like to chat with you and see if we are a match. I appreciate all the help I have received on this journey but find that most are already connected.
Gutgaa, is great what Deana is doing is amazing and no small task, I hope to forge some great friendships from participating. If you are interested please place a comment on this post. If you already have partner(s) but know someone who is searching, please share this post/my blog. I really appreciate your help.
Again thanks for stopping by, don't be a stranger.
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