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Release Day…Running Away by Julie Hutchings

07 Tuesday Aug 2018

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Release day, Thoughts

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Adult, book birthday, Book release, dark fantasy, Julie Hutchings, Paranormal romance, Running Away, vampires

Today, we celebrate a book birthday! Today we celebrate the great Julie Hutchings (my Gorky!) as she releases her precious into the world! Lover of all things dark and delicious, Julie adds her words, her story to the shadows of the world. Always here for this fabulous person, I want to tell everyone about her new book!

Eliza Morgan is desperate to leave the horrors of her mortal life and understand why death follows her, leaving only one man—Nicholas French—in its wake. He’s the one she loves, the one she resents, and the one fated to make her legendary among the Shinigami—an ancient order of vampires with a “heroic” duty to their victims.

Nicholas is also decaying before her eyes, and it’s her fault.

On the ghostlike mountaintop in Japan, Eliza will be guided by the all-powerful Master for her transition to Shinigami death god. When Eliza discovers that sacrificing her destiny will save Nicholas, she’s not afraid to defy fate to make it so. Both Nicholas and his beloved Master fight her on veering from the path to immortality, but Eliza won’t be talked out of her plan, even if it drives a deeper wedge between her and Nicholas. Not even when Nicholas’s salvation tortures her with puzzle-piece visions, begging her to solve them.

Allying with the fiery rebel, Kieran, who does what he wants and encourages her to do the same, and a mysterious deity that only she can see, Eliza must forge her own path through a maze of primal traditions and rivalries, shameful secrets and dark betrayals, to take back the choices denied her and the Shinigami who see her as their savior. And she’ll start a war to save the loved ones that fate threatens to claim.

Want to find it? I’ll make it easy!

Book Name: Running Away (The Shinigami Vampires series, #2)
Book Genre:
Adult Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Book release date: 08/07/18

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Running-Away-Shinigami-Vampires-Book-ebook/dp/B07FN6QFDH

Running Away (book #2) on Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23263587-running-away

Running Home (book #1) on Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17977192-running-home


 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Julie’s a mythology-twisting, pizza-hoarding karate-kicker who left her ten-year panty peddling career to devote all her time to writing. She is the author of Running Home,Running Away,TheWind Between Worlds, and forthcoming The Harpy. Julie revels in all things Buffy, Marvel, robots, and drinks more coffee than Juan Valdez and his donkey combined, if that donkey is allowed to drink coffee. Julie lives in Plymouth, MA, constantly awaiting thunderstorms with her wildly supportive husband, two magnificent boys, and a reptile army.

And that is why she’s awesome.

 

 

 

Because you WANT to connect with her. YOU DO!

HOW TO CONNECT WITH JULIE HUTCHINGS:

Twitter:@hutchingsjulie|Facebook| Website:https://juliehutchings.net/

Julieon Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7104966.Julie_Hutchings

Email:juleshutch@outlook.com or fill out my contact form.

Sign up for my newsletter and never miss a thing!

 

MORE BOOKS BY JULIE

Running Home

The Wind Between Worlds

Standing Still (free through Instafreebie)

 

SHORT STORIES / ANTHOLOGY PUBLICATIONS

Dark Carnival: An Anthology of Horror

Halloween Night: Trick or Treat

Summer’s Edge

 

FOR MORE OF JULIE’S SHORT STORIES

Visit her blog

 

Don’t forget to join in on the book buzz using hashtag#ShinigamiSeries

There you are! Another book out in the world. Sound good to you? GO READ IT!

THE INSURRECTION…#SonofaPitch: Entry 7 #TeamDarkSide

20 Monday Feb 2017

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Son of a Pitch, Thoughts, writing

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#sonofapitch, Adult, critique, thoughts, Thriller, writing

Son of a Pitch, round 2, begins! Welcome to Team Dark Side.

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Eleven posts, for eleven entries. Four other blogs are hosting more! The comment section is for Son of a Pitch authors to leave their thoughts. So please do not comment unless you are a Son of a Pitch author. Thank you!

Onto entry 7!

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Title: The Insurrection

Category and Genre: Adult Thriller

Word Count: 105,000

Query:

Lilah and Harry are looking forward to college in a few months, but abduction by mercenaries and a harrowing escape across North Africa change their plans.

Ten years later, using smooth charm and cold calculation, Harry builds a new cartel to destroy the oil driller who had ordered the kidnapping. Helping Harry is Temple, the man who rescued them. Three powerful families, all with agendas of their own, join the alliance. Lilah will be the puppet leader through whom they control the world’s energy supply.

But, Lilah is no one’s puppet. As oil cartel boss, she knows how to wield power and make enemies toe the line. She will annihilate Temple, now the president of United States, to maintain control of her business empire and save Harry’s life.

First 250 words:

January 1974

Egypt-Libya border

The blades of the search-and-rescue helicopter cut through humid, salty air one thousand feet above the Mediterranean. The steep escarpment came into Temple’s view, sparse vegetation between ridges. His headset sputtered over the roar of the engines.

“Senator,” said the pilot, “I think that’s Lilah.”

Gripping the door-frame, Temple leaned into the wind and surveyed the scene below. Vehicles bound for Alexandria were stalled on the hilly pass by Gaddafi’s border patrol. The soldiers had separated the men from the women, holding them at gunpoint away from the caravan. Temple strained to spot the girl. “Where?” he shouted into the mouthpiece, blinking away the gritty sand in his eyes.

“Not with the crowd, sir. Check the port side,” the pilot said. “She’s wearing something yellow.”

There. Temple saw her. A figure running between boulders, her robes fluttering behind. Lilah was at least a couple of hundred feet from the group under inspection, concealing herself behind the limestone formations. She looked up at the chopper for a second before plastering herself to the side of a rock. After weeks of reconnaissance, they’d finally located one of the abducted teenagers. “She’s hiding from the border patrol,” Temple muttered. “What about the boy? There were two kids.”

“Probably with the caravan. Let me—” The pilot stopped, cursing. “We have a problem, Senator. Look.”

One of the soldiers had detached himself from his team and was following Lilah. If she got caught, there was little a single search-and-rescue chopper could do to help.

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And now my critique. Yes, I am doing it right now, if you don’t want to read my thoughts, stop here.

First, a disclaimer…

Hi, my name is Kathy. I am not a writing god or expert. I will tell you what works for me and what doesn’t. I will put in honest reactions. Please take the comments that make sense to YOU for YOUR ms. Please disregard any comments that aren’t relevant. I will ask a butt-ton (seriously, I don’t know exactly how much a butt-ton is, but it’s a lot) of questions to spark your creative brain. Any questions that I ask that give you an AH-HA moment run with all those ideas! The questions that don’t send lightning to your mind…ignore. Please listen to all the other wonderfully talented people who will stop by.

Thank you for sharing your words. Your words are important. You are awesome!

Query:

Lilah and Harry are looking forward to college in a few months, but abduction by mercenaries and a harrowing escape across North Africa change their plans. (Does the ms start here? Or in ten years? If the story starts in ten years, this opening is backstory. You can weave it into the query, as motivation. Start us off with the story we will be reading.)

Ten years later, using smooth charm and cold calculation, (how about working in the first para here? Ten years after being abducted and escaping across North Africa,) Harry builds a new cartel to destroy the oil driller who had ordered the kidnapping (How did he learn who it was?). Helping Harry is Temple, the man who rescued them (And Temple is also a friend? A business man…why is this guy helping?). Three powerful families (Three families? Other than Harry and Temple?), all with agendas of their own (agendas for…revenge? And against whom?), join the alliance (What alliance?). Lilah will be the puppet leader through whom they control the world’s energy supply. (Throwing Lilah in here, threw me off. Is this a dual POV ms? If so, intro Lilah separately, give us who she is and what she wants, then link the two together?)

But, Lilah is no one’s puppet. As oil cartel boss, she knows how to wield power and make enemies toe the line. She will annihilate Temple, now the president of United States (whoa, when did that happen? What was he before?), to maintain control of her business empire and save Harry’s life.

Harry wants revenge for having been kidnapped. What does he have to do to get it? What is in his way?

Lilah just wants to keep her business?

Why is Harry’s life in danger? From whom?

Are Harry and Lilah still friends? Are they working together?

What is the final decision each has to make? What are the possible consequences of their choices? Do they find the man who kidnapped them? Why did he kidnap them? Is Lilah after revenge too? And what about Temple? His POV begins it…what does he want?

 

First 250 words:

January 1974

Egypt-Libya border

The blades of the search-and-rescue helicopter cut through humid, salty air one thousand feet above the Mediterranean. The steep escarpment came into Temple’s view, sparse vegetation between ridges. His headset sputtered over the roar of the engines.

“Senator,” said the pilot, “I think that’s Lilah.”

Gripping the door-frame, Temple leaned into the wind and surveyed the scene below. Vehicles bound for Alexandria were stalled on the hilly pass by Gaddafi’s border patrol. The soldiers had separated the men from the women, holding them at gunpoint away from the caravan. Temple strained to spot the girl. “Where?” he shouted into the mouthpiece, blinking away the gritty sand in his eyes.

“Not with the crowd, sir. Check the port side,” the pilot said. “She’s wearing something yellow.”

There. Temple saw her. A figure running between boulders, her robes fluttering behind. Lilah was at least a couple of hundred feet from the group under inspection, concealing herself behind the limestone formations. She looked up at the chopper for a second before plastering herself to the side of a rock. After weeks of reconnaissance, they’d finally located one of the abducted teenagers. (Is Lilah one of the abducted teens? Or is she on the ground helping?) “She’s hiding from the border patrol,” Temple muttered. “What about the boy? There were two kids.”

“Probably with the caravan. Let me—” The pilot stopped, cursing. “We have a problem, Senator. Look.”

One of the soldiers had detached himself from his team and was following Lilah. If she got caught, there was little a single search-and-rescue chopper could do to help. (NOOOOO! RUN LILAH!)

Good start! I think I need to know a bit sooner that they are looking to two teens who had been abducted…that Lilah is one of them. For some reason I read it as she was part of their team and doing something for them on the ground. Right after “I think that’s Lilah”…give me who she is and that they are looking for her…and for how long maybe.

I love the descriptions. The sights and sounds really make it come to life.

For the author of this entry…Feel free to comment on what I have said and you can certainly post revisions!

Again, THANK YOU for participating. Sharing your words and opening up for critique is difficult. We all are here to help you make your ms as shiny as possible. Good luck with all the writing!

 

PRISONER OF FATE…#SonofaPitch: Entry 6 #TeamDarkSide

20 Monday Feb 2017

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Son of a Pitch, Thoughts, writing

≈ 10 Comments

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#sonofapitch, Adult, critique, fantasy, thoughts, writing

Son of a Pitch, round 2, begins! Welcome to Team Dark Side.

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Eleven posts, for eleven entries. Four other blogs are hosting more! The comment section is for Son of a Pitch authors to leave their thoughts. So please do not comment unless you are a Son of a Pitch author. Thank you!

Onto entry 6!

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Title: Prisoner of Fate

Category and Genre: Adult Fantasy
Word Count: 160,000
Query:

When most people have a mid-life crisis, they buy a fancy carriage. When Komak Cer-Marin has a mid-life crisis, he teams up with a murderer and a possessed healer to stop death itself.

On parchment, Komak has everything a man could desire: status, wealth, family. In reality, status and wealth taste hollow, and he would cheerfully murder his brothers if his hands stayed clean. When enigmatic traveler Sedhan Saphadzar offers Komak the chance at an undying legacy – the creation of an artifact that halts death itself – Komak can’t resist its lure.

But destiny doesn’t come without problems. Sedhan is wanted for murder, with dragonriders hounding him, and he’s hiding something worse. A possessed half-elf healer joins them to flee her heritage, even as she furthers their ends. When their preparations go awry, Komak must decide if a legacy justifies the crimes he’s committed or if he’s willing to stake his life for morals he didn’t know he had.

First 250 Words:

“Sedhan Saphadzar, to speak with Komak Cer-Marin, the lord’s son,” the man said for the seventh time – once to the guard on the bridge across the lake, once at the entrance to the city, once at the outer wall, twice at the first gate, once at the keep entrance, and again here, at the door to the audience chamber.

The guard by the door, like all the guards before, cast him a dubious glance, and Sedhan could almost hear the man’s thoughts. Sedhan’s accent was rich with the unmistakable lilting of the hills of Old Marin, but something still gave the guard pause. Perhaps it was the color of his hair – a dark auburn more common to the deserts of Baerga, lightly dusted with silver and cut short in the style common to travelers. He was lean but muscled, and his face was handsome, if sharply angular. He wore simple traveling clothes, not distinctive to any land, with a plain cloak and linen shirt of the same inky black as his eyes. He carried no weapons, a fact he demonstrated by keeping his cloak back over his shoulders.

Unable to find anything off-putting, the guard grunted his consent. Sedhan pushed the door to the audience chamber open. As he stepped through, he touched the frame and chanted the threshold rite again, as he had whenever in view of a guard or member of the House.

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And now my critique. Yes, I am doing it right now, if you don’t want to read my thoughts, stop here.

First, a disclaimer…

Hi, my name is Kathy. I am not a writing god or expert. I will tell you what works for me and what doesn’t. I will put in honest reactions. Please take the comments that make sense to YOU for YOUR ms. Please disregard any comments that aren’t relevant. I will ask a butt-ton (seriously, I don’t know exactly how much a butt-ton is, but it’s a lot) of questions to spark your creative brain. Any questions that I ask that give you an AH-HA moment run with all those ideas! The questions that don’t send lightning to your mind…ignore. Please listen to all the other wonderfully talented people who will stop by.

Thank you for sharing your words. Your words are important. You are awesome!

Query:

When most people have a mid-life crisis, they buy a fancy carriage. When Komak Cer-Marin has a mid-life crisis, he teams up with a murderer and a possessed healer to stop death itself. (OMG I’m in.)

On parchment, Komak has everything a man could desire: status, wealth, family. In reality, (I think you can cut “In reality”) status and wealth taste hollow, and he would cheerfully murder his brothers if his hands stayed clean. (HA! Love that! Way to show his character.) When enigmatic traveler Sedhan Saphadzar offers Komak the chance at an undying legacy – the creation of an artifact that halts death itself – Komak can’t resist its lure. (Sedhan is offering to help Komak create this artifact…not find it? Komak is lured to the power this would give? Halts death for …just the person who has it or everything?)

But destiny (He thinks his destiny is to do something big like halt death…this is what drives him?) doesn’t come without problems. Sedhan is wanted for murder, with dragonriders hounding him, and he’s hiding something worse. (Are the dragonriders after him because of the murder or something else? Dragon riders make me happy! But the “hiding something worse” is too vague, doesn’t pack any punch.) A possessed half-elf healer (OH! I likey possessed characters! Does this one have a name?) joins them to flee her heritage (What heritage? What is she fleeing?), even as she furthers their ends.(She’s helping them to help herself? How does it help her, by giving her a means to get away from her life? But does she care about what they are doing?) When their preparations go awry, Komak must decide if a legacy justifies the crimes he’s committed or if he’s willing to stake his life for morals he didn’t know he had. (What preparations? How do they go awry? What crimes has he committed? I need to see what he wants…what gets in the way…how he changes, these morals he didn’t know he had…then what the choice is. Does he have to decide to either create this artifact or not? Does he create it and have to decide to use it? How is his life at stake? You lose me with this last paragraph. And I wonder about 160K being a bit long…even for fantasy…though fantasy is tough because world building. Just a thought.)

After having read the first 250…I am a bit confused that it was Sebhan’s POV. This query sets up Komak’s POV. Whose story is it? Or is it omniscient POV?

 

First 250 Words:
“Sedhan Saphadzar, to speak with Komak Cer-Marin, the lord’s son,” the man said for the seventh time – once to the guard on the bridge across the lake, once at the entrance to the city, once at the outer wall, twice at the first gate, once at the keep entrance, and again here, at the door to the audience chamber. (I am confused with POV here. First I thought it was the guard, who was listening to the man…then I realized it must be the man…but who is the man? I like the having to repeat the sentence over and over…protocol. Lol. And the man…is he annoyed at having to say it? Is it routine? Has he had to do this before to see the same leader or a different one? Put us in his head. Is he anxious to get to speak with Komak? Is he nervous? Excited?)

The guard by the door, like all the guards before,(A bit of description here.) cast him a dubious glance, and Sedhan could almost hear the man’s thoughts (his thoughts? Or his doubts? Or how the guard must be pondering the individual before him, questioning if he should allow him in?). (Oh, the man is Sedhan!) Sedhan’s accent was rich with the unmistakable lilting of the hills of Old Marin (Is that good? Would the guard not like that?), but something still gave the guard pause. Perhaps it was the color of his hair – a dark auburn more common to the deserts of Baerga, lightly dusted with silver and cut short in the style common to travelers. (Would that hurt his chances of getting in?) He was lean but muscled, and his face was handsome, if sharply angular. (feels like omniscient POV) He wore simple traveling clothes, not distinctive to any land, with a plain cloak and linen shirt of the same inky black as his eyes. He carried no weapons, a fact he demonstrated by keeping his cloak back over his shoulders. (Can Sedhan look down at himself…or brush some dust from his shoulder or straighten his shirt so we can see what he has on without being told what he looks like? Does he usually carry a weapon? How badly does he want in? Is he worried they won’t let him in? What are his intentions? I want a hint of something, so I can be worried or scared or excited. I want to be drawn in with a promise of something.

Unable to find anything off-putting, the guard grunted his consent. (With omniscient POV we would certainly know what the guard thought…if it is Sebhan’s then he can think that he must have passed inspection because the guard let him through. And Sedhan is…overjoyed? Is this the final door keeping him from his goal?) Sedhan pushed the door to the audience chamber open. As he stepped through, he touched the frame and chanted the threshold rite again, as he had whenever in view of a guard or member of the House. (Why? What does the chant do or mean?)

I am dying to know more about Sebhan. The chant suggests magic, which makes me curious. But I need more emotion to draw me in, more tension to pull me into the story. We don’t have to know his intentions, but a feel for if he’s up to no good or going to try to manipulate…what is in this for Sebhan?

For the author of this entry…Feel free to comment on what I have said and you can certainly post revisions!

Again, THANK YOU for participating. Sharing your words and opening up for critique is difficult. We all are here to help you make your ms as shiny as possible. Good luck with all the writing!

 

DEADLY DREAMS…#SonofaPitch: Entry 5 #TeamDarkSide

20 Monday Feb 2017

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Son of a Pitch, Thoughts, writing

≈ 9 Comments

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#sonofapitch, Adult, critique, Paranormal romance, thoughts, writing

Son of a Pitch, round 2, begins! Welcome to Team Dark Side.

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Eleven posts, for eleven entries. Four other blogs are hosting more! The comment section is for Son of a Pitch authors to leave their thoughts. So please do not comment unless you are a Son of a Pitch author. Thank you!

Onto entry 5!

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Title: Deadly Dreams
Category and Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 70,000

Query:

Penda’s International Society has been protecting humans and supporting psychics since the 600s. Spencer is Lynch is one of Penda’s most dangerous combat operatives. He’s near indestructible and highly trained. When new recruit, Veronica “Ronnie” Danson, moves into his home Spencer knows he’s met his match. She’s smart, funny, and beautiful and he’s determined to make her his. Just as Spencer thinks he’s getting somewhere, one of their housemates is killed. Spencer’s determined to find her murderer and throws himself into the investigation, uncovering far more than he expected.
Ronnie’s been thrown into a world of magic, psychics, and terrifying other races. Now her friend is dead and she fears she might be next. Ronnie’s dreams offer clues that could lead them to the culprit but revealing them could expose her own secret. Ronnie’s secret might cost her everything. Her freedom. Her love. Her life.
First 250 Words:

Birmingham, UK

It was happening again but this time it wasn’t a dream. Ronnie’s chest tightened as the now-familiar barista locked up the coffee shop for the night and turned to walk towards her. Ronnie had witnessed his fate so many times but still didn’t know how to stop it. She struggled to move her feet, to keep him from crossing the road. She tried to shout out to him, to warn him, to do anything to get his attention. No sound came out.

She stood rooted to the spot, silently reliving her nightmare.

The gigantic beast staggered out of the alleyway, pale skin sallow, black eyes darting around.

Was he looking for her?

The beast stumbled towards the barista.

Surely she would wake up now. Except it wasn’t a dream. It was real.

She couldn’t stop it. Panic clawed at her chest. Her breath came in short gasps. She couldn’t even close her eyes.

The beast struck out at the barista, knocking him to the ground with one hard swipe of its hand. Blood pooled on the ground around the barista’s head as the beast let out an inhuman wail, revealing six rows of sharp teeth. It reached down, lifted the limp body and threw him against the wall. The beast lumbered forward, swaying slightly.

The world seemed to fade away until all Ronnie could see was the nightmare in front of her. She didn’t hear the van approaching or see people spilling out of it.

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And now my critique. Yes, I am doing it right now, if you don’t want to read my thoughts, stop here.

First, a disclaimer…

Hi, my name is Kathy. I am not a writing god or expert. I will tell you what works for me and what doesn’t. I will put in honest reactions. Please take the comments that make sense to YOU for YOUR ms. Please disregard any comments that aren’t relevant. I will ask a butt-ton (seriously, I don’t know exactly how much a butt-ton is, but it’s a lot) of questions to spark your creative brain. Any questions that I ask that give you an AH-HA moment run with all those ideas! The questions that don’t send lightning to your mind…ignore. Please listen to all the other wonderfully talented people who will stop by.

Thank you for sharing your words. Your words are important. You are awesome!

Query:

Penda’s International Society has been protecting humans and supporting psychics since the 600s. (You had me at protecting humans and supporting psychics…because I want to know protecting from what cool monsterish things!) Spencer is Lynch (Spencer Lynch without the is?) is one of Penda’s most dangerous combat operatives. He’s near indestructible and highly trained. (I don’t think you need this last sentence…I think the “most dangerous combat operatives” does it. And what does he want? What does he do?)

Here…I’d set up Ronnie…who she is and what she wants…

When new recruit, Veronica “Ronnie” Danson, moves into his home Spencer knows he’s met his match. She’s smart, funny, and beautiful and he’s determined to make her his (love at first sight?). Add in a line about Ronnie…what she thinks of him. Just as Spencer thinks he’s getting somewhere, (Or just when their relationship begins?) of their housemates is killed. (Link the roommate to being Ronnie’s best friend) Spencer’s determined to find her murderer and throws himself into the investigation, uncovering far more than he expected.
Ronnie’s been thrown into a world of magic, psychics, and terrifying other races (like what? Give a bit of what we’ll see, what makes your ms unique. And thrown into the world how?). Now her friend is dead and she fears she might be next. (Why would she think she was next?) Ronnie’s dreams offer clues that could lead them to the culprit but revealing them could expose her own secret. Ronnie’s secret might cost her everything. Her freedom. Her love. Her life. (why? Why is revealing her secret so dangerous? How will it endanger her life? You mention psychics…are her dreams like that and isn’t that normal? Or are her dreams different?)

Interesting! I am drawn to Ronnie’s story more…these dreams interest me…are they her secret or is there more? I expect a dual POV ms. For me, it makes sense to set up each character, who they are and what they want, a para for Spencer, then a para for Ronnie…then bring their stories together at the end. When Spencer meets Ronnie…when Ronnie meets Spencer…then big terrible murder happens and stakes! I want to know what they want. What drives them through the story? I also want to know what they do. Protecting humans…means what? Do they fight and kill monsters? Do they simply track them? And what about the psychics? What role do they play? After reading the first 250…maybe start the query with Ronnie’s story since the ms starts with her?

 
First 250 Words:

Birmingham, UK

It was happening again but this time it wasn’t a dream. (Maybe a stronger first line would be… This time it wasn’t a dream.) Ronnie’s chest tightened as the now-familiar barista locked up the coffee shop for the night and turned to walk towards her. (bit of description of the barista, just a brushstroke, something distinguishing? And the shop? What does it look like? Any other little details? Why is she there? Anyone else around? What time is it?) Ronnie had witnessed his fate so many times but still didn’t know how to stop it. (Had she been trying to figure out how to stop it? Witnessed it in a dream?) She struggled to move her feet, to keep him from crossing the road. She tried to shout out to him, to warn him, to do anything to get his attention. No sound came out. (why can’t she move or speak? Frozen like magic, like in her dream? Or is she that afraid?)

She stood rooted to the spot, silently reliving her nightmare. (Does she often have nightmares that then come true? Is this the first time she sees her dreams come true?)

The gigantic beast staggered out of the alleyway, pale skin sallow, black eyes darting around. (Since we haven’t seen this monster say… “A gigantic beast…” Does he smell? Sounds?)

Was he looking for her? (If she has dreamed this, she would know what the beast was going to do…why does she think this?)

The beast stumbled towards the barista.

Surely she would wake up now. Except it wasn’t a dream. It was real.

She couldn’t stop it. Panic clawed at her chest. (You had her chest tightening earlier…so maybe not use chest here.) Her breath came in short gasps. She couldn’t even close her eyes.

The beast struck out at the barista, knocking him to the ground with one hard swipe of its hand. Blood pooled on the ground around the barista’s head as the beast let out an inhuman wail, revealing six rows of sharp teeth. (Nice. I like this beast.) It reached down, lifted the limp body and threw him against the wall. The beast lumbered forward, swaying slightly. (Is it going for the barista again? Or where is it going? Heading to Ronnie?)

The world seemed to fade away until all Ronnie could see was the nightmare in front of her. (Oh, it is coming for her? So if she dreamed this, she knows she’s next? Why go somewhere in real life where she is attacked in her dream? Why is she there?) She didn’t hear the van approaching or see people spilling out of it. (Just one of my pet peeves, maybe, but If she doesn’t see the van…why are we seeing the van? Is this close POV or more omniscient?)

I like the paranormal! I like monsters! I like strange scary dreams that suddenly happen in real life! So I am intrigued and would keep reading…though, I wonder why I care about this monster out killing a random barista? Why are we seeing this with Ronnie? I want to know her better…What does she want? Are these dreams new? Is seeing a monster in real life weird for her? I know…it’s just one page! What do I want everything? No…just hints.

For the author of this entry…Feel free to comment on what I have said and you can certainly post revisions!

Again, THANK YOU for participating. Sharing your words and opening up for critique is difficult. We all are here to help you make your ms as shiny as possible. Good luck with all the writing!

TROWEL AND ERROR…#SonofaPitch: Entry 4 #TeamDarkSide

20 Monday Feb 2017

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Son of a Pitch, Thoughts, writing

≈ 12 Comments

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#sonofapitch, Adult, critique, thoughts, Women's fiction, writing

Son of a Pitch, round 2, begins! Welcome to Team Dark Side.

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Eleven posts, for eleven entries. Four other blogs are hosting more! The comment section is for Son of a Pitch authors to leave their thoughts. So please do not comment unless you are a Son of a Pitch author. Thank you!

Onto entry 4!

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Title: Trowel and Error

Category and Genre: Adult, Women’s Fiction

Word Count: 65,000

Query:  

Eleanor Blake is an archaeologist hiding behind a boring desk job after a traumatic incident in the field. When she meets Tom Gage in a case of mistaken identity during a road trip, she sees the new relationship as a step forward. Eleanor soon discovers that learning to trust herself again is hard, and surrendering to love is harder. Finally pursuing a life of purpose and fulfillment, she finds that it may take her far away from Tom, and separate them permanently.

 

First 250 Words:

Eleanor Blake glanced with trepidation at the menacing clouds gathering on the horizon. She hated the thought of driving through a storm, but the prospect of delaying her journey was worse. Random gusts of wind buffeted the car and raindrops spattered the windshield. She fumbled for the wipers control in the unfamiliar vehicle, finding it just as the deluge hit.

Red lights glared and she tapped the brakes. The speed of the traffic slowed until it was stopped altogether. The car windows were fogged, the glass pebbled with raindrops, making it hard to see. But something was moving out there. A lone figure, obscured by a heavy pack, only jeans and a pair of hiking boots she imagined squelching through the puddles were visible. Eleanor was sympathetic, but every warning she had ever heard about hitchhikers clamored in her mind. Offering this stranger a ride might be kind, but that didn’t make it right. Not for her. The walker removed the pack and set it on the ground, looking into the distance. Water dripped from the end of a ponytail and ran down the back of a denim jacket. A ponytail? A woman!Her initial sympathy was rekindled, the sense of possible danger faded. She hit her  directional signal and pulled over, pressing the button to lower the window.

“Can I give you a ride?”

The head turned and Eleanor’s eyes widened as a jolt of adrenaline flooded her stomach. The person looking back at her was a man.

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And now my critique. Yes, I am doing it right now, if you don’t want to read my thoughts, stop here.

First, a disclaimer…

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Query:  

Eleanor Blake is an archaeologist hiding behind a boring desk job after a traumatic incident in the field. (Too vague…what incident?) When she meets Tom Gage in a case of mistaken identity during a road trip (mistaken identity here is confusing…how does she meet him?), she sees the new relationship as a step forward (What relationship?). Eleanor soon discovers that learning to trust herself again is hard (Why? What happened that she doesn’t trust herself?), and surrendering to love is harder (why?). Finally pursuing a life of purpose and fulfillment (doing what?), she finds that it may take her far away from Tom, and separate them permanently.

First of all, this is too short for a query and too vague. I want a bit more detail for me to know her…why is she hiding behind a desk job? What happened that she can’t trust herself or fall in love? Then show me her falling in love, make it important. Then what happens that she could lose it? What does she have to choose between? Why is being separated permanently bad?

 

First 250 Words:

Eleanor Blake glanced with trepidation at the menacing clouds gathering on the horizon. She hated the thought of driving through a storm, but the prospect of delaying her journey was worse. Random gusts of wind buffeted the car and raindrops spattered the windshield. She fumbled for the wipers control in the unfamiliar vehicle, finding it just as the deluge hit. (I thought the storm was on the horizon? But it’s here already? And where is she going? Is where she’s going important? Is she nervous already without the thought of driving through a storm? Is the radio on? What does the car look like? Snack food on the seat next to her? Any little details can really make this come to life. The type of music she listens to or bag of M&Ms can help build character.)

Red lights glared and she tapped the brakes. The speed of the traffic slowed until it was stopped altogether. (where is she? By a big city?) The car windows were fogged, the glass pebbled with raindrops, making it hard to see. (Nice!) But something was moving out there. A lone figure, obscured by a heavy pack, only jeans and a pair of hiking boots she imagined squelching through the puddles were visible. (The figure being obscured by the pack confuses me a bit…is the pack on their back? Then how does that obscure them? Instead of telling us it’s a heavy pack, show us the hunched figure slowly moving, we’ll get that the pack is probably heavy. She can see jeans and hiking boots? How far away is the figure? If they are right by the road, would she be able to see their feet? The rain just started…would there be puddles and mud already?) Eleanor was sympathetic, but every warning she had ever heard about hitchhikers clamored in her mind. (amen, sister!) Offering this stranger a ride might be kind, but that didn’t make it right. (right? Or safe…or smart?)  Not for her. The walker removed the pack and set it on the ground, (stretching their shoulders?) looking into the distance. Water dripped from the end of a ponytail and ran down the back of a denim jacket. (Are they facing away? Do they have a hat?) A ponytail? A woman! Her initial sympathy was rekindled, the sense of possible danger faded. She hit her  directional signal and pulled over (If the stranger is on the side of the road and she is stopped in traffic…is it bumper to bumper?…why pull over? Can she pull over?) , pressing the button to lower the window.

“Can I give you a ride?”

The head turned and Eleanor’s eyes widened as a jolt of adrenaline flooded her stomach. The person looking back at her was a man. (Oh snap. Is this good? Bad? AH!)

Good set up. The title is cute! But I want to know Eleanor! A stranger in the rain is interesting, I want to know why he is wandering in the storm. But what about Eleanor? Why is she there? Where is she going? Who is she? If this stranger is trouble…we need to care about her so we keep reading to see what happens. We know she’s cautious, we know she will offer to help someone…but I want more. What about her mental state? Is she happy…nervous? Is this storm adding to her frustration or anxiety or is it annoying? Is she going somewhere good or possibly terrible? What is she facing in her life? What does she want? I know…that’s a lot for a page. Hints at these will help.

For the author of this entry…Feel free to comment on what I have said and you can certainly post revisions!

Again, THANK YOU for participating. Sharing your words and opening up for critique is difficult. We all are here to help you make your ms as shiny as possible. Good luck with all the writing!

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